Interactive Shrinking Story Novels & Stories

In her mind, that would break down the barrier that kept him from approaching her. Before she minimized the story, she scrolled so that one specific line of text was at the top of the page. If James read the story he would be unlikely to leave it in exactly the same spot that she had and she'd know he'd been there. When she got home the first night and checked, the story was exactly as she left it. Was she being too subtle? Had he not noticed the tab? Did it not arouse his curiosity? The story was named My Mother's Hot Pussy, so the title sure wasn't subtle. She thought about leaving the story open so he couldn't miss it, but decided to give the restrained approach another day.

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There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

"There's more, too. Apparently, the best friend's family is broke, and the harpist paid for all four years of her college tuition. Talk about nursing a viper." International viewers were just as shocked. Even my new friend, Alice Whitfield, was so upset she stress-ate three plates of buffalo wings. "Ivy, your life has been a disaster. "But don't worry. I would never betray you. Not only would I never betray you, but I'm going to set you up with my brother." I shook my head. "I can't. I promised my grandparents I'd move back home eventually." They raised me close, and settling down this far away would only worry them.

Elara Thorne The sensation was like falling upward. The white marble of the Library didn't crumble; it blurred. The grey ash that had settled on the grass began to lift, swirling back into the air and reforming into perfect, unburnt scrolls. But this wasn't a healing, it was a reversal. "Mama! My hands are getting smaller!" Mina shrieked. I looked down. Mina’s cloak was pooling around her feet. Her face, which had gained the lean, hardy look of a mountain child, was rounding back into the soft features of a toddler. Beside her, Cian’s taller frame was shrinking, his shoulders narrowing.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because

Tatum asks before kissing me. "Yes. I can't wait." I quickly remove my clothes and put them on a branch in a tree. "I'll take care of everything. Just trust me." Zara says in my head. "Okay." I wait, and suddenly, my body feels like it's blowing up. It's growing, and my bones are shifting. The pain is excruciating, but I just take a few deep breaths and wait for it to stop. When it does, I look down and feel dizzy. Is this what it's like to be tall? I look toward Tatum, and he looks small. He's staring at me with a huge smile.

A toxic looking fruit with smooth skin just appeared. “Eat son, the fruit will allow you to flit into the corners of this tree,” Grizzlebark suggested. Van does what he said. He grabs the fruit and eat it in one go (The fruit is as small as a grape). It is as sour as the first one but more fibrous. The effect of the fruit is immediate. The world around Van starts to enlarge; suddenly everything is growing into gigantic size. But it is actually him who is shrinking into nothing larger than a lab rat.