#sizey flash fiction

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Hi! Welcome to Jam’s Borrowing Class! Where I, an experienced, 2 inch tall borrower of many years, educate you on how to properly steal from giants! Let’s begin!

ONE: Your first priority is shelf-stable, long lasting foods. Stealing those fresh berries over dried beans may seem tempting! But those berries will mold faster, rot quicker! The beans are the best longterm option.

TWO: Don’t fall in love. Listen to me. Look me in the eyes. Giants are hot. Babygirl, we all know this. You will meet a giant, and you will fall in love with their soft hands and sharp smile, and you will be swept away into a daydream romance. They will woo you, and then they will get a new video game and pay a little less attention to you, and then they’re brushing you off cause it’s Thursday and they gotta play Fortnite with the boys cause they work all weekend at the gas station and it’s ~sooooo stressful~ and ‘I can’t spend ALLLLL of my free time with you babe. Chill out. Go in the dollhouse or something.’ LIKE REALLY MATT? REALLY. DO YOU EVEN CARE ANYMORE? THIS IS WHY I FUCKING TOOK YOUR USB OF BITCOIN AND LEFT, MATT. FUCK YOU. I DESERVE BETTER.

THREE: When borrowing threads and strings, it’s worth it to take the time to check if any are made of silk or kevlar! Both of these are far stronger than cotton thread. Fishing line is also useful, and durable!

#g/t #giant tiny #sizey flash fiction #my writing #there has to b so many scorned tiny lovers out there

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Beginning to think that I wasn’t meant to be me, but was instead meant to be a young woman in a Victorian inspired era, considered strange by my peers and often in ill health. As my eldest sister has already been wed in a prestigious match, my family isn’t very concerned with seeing me married off. However, after I embarrass them at a party by regaling the host with my impressive array of shark facts, and also fell into worse health, they decide to ship me off to the seaside in hopes it will bring my humors back to normal, and also hide me from public sight. I take no offense to this. I’m quite content to stay at the seaside estate, and spend my time drawing, and playing cards with the maids and cooks, and playing the pianoforte. (I am bad at the pianoforte.). But on days when I’m in good health and can escape the sight of my nurses, I go down the beach and past the rocks and palm trees and into the cave in the rock with an underground lake, where no one goes. The locals speak of ghosts and demons and evil, but the rocks inside shine, and it’s nice and cool in the summer heat.

And that’s where I meet the mer-beast, the siren, the water spirit. His tail glistens and sparkles in the water, but when he rises to land he shifts humanoid, bipedal. The most peculiar thing about him is his size, massively overshadowing even the tallest of humans, perhaps even the tallest of buildings. It’s a terrifying sight seeing him rise up out of the water in the cave for the first time, gallons of water washing off his scaled skin, his silvery, fish-like eyes finding me with no delay. His body nearly fills the entire cave, leaving no room for me to run. I don’t want to run anyway, regardless of the terror flooding my chest.

We continue to meet. It has to be in secret, and it’s a world of chaos trying to hide his existence from both my nurses and my family. And he’s so inhuman, it’s like learning to speak another language, discovering the world from the ground up. Communication and understanding do not come easy, but they do come. And after that, friendship. And of course, love follows.

Anyways that’s who I should have been, instead I’m just some guy who pretends to be tiny on the internet.

#g/t #giant tiny #my writing #giant/tiny #gt #sizey flash fiction #i didnt plan for this to be about a merman but. it is

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Borrower Me, nervously walking up to the giant of the house: Um. Hi. Can I have, like, ten coffee beans? I can’t open the bag on my own. In exchange, I offer this.

*holds up the giant’s great-grandmother’s diamond wedding ring, thought long lost*

(I stole it from their jewelry box three years ago cause I thought it looked tacky and would match my eclectic maximialisim interior decor scheme. But I’m shifting to a more grunge-indie era and the gold clashes with my new aesthetic. Besides, I really want those beans. )

#g/t #giant tiny #sizey flash fiction #idk what my flash fiction tag is