Really Short Person Novels & Stories

I always knew I was short but seeing Clara- who is around my height- made me forget just how short I actually was. I have never checked my height before so I was surprised to hear her mutter 5 foot 3 under her breath. “Is that a bad thing?” I asked sheepishly and she turned to me as if she wasn’t expecting that question from me. “There’s nothing wrong with being shorter than average,” she assured me. “I have a cousin who is even shorter than you are and she is doing perfectly fine for herself. No one really pays attention to height anymore.”

We were told that we could be models all the time, but I never believed them since I was so short. I had always wanted to be something different then the girl who had red hair and was tiny but here I was. In all of my 5 foot 5, size 2 glory. I turned my attention back to the shower, and turned it on, waiting for it to heat up to the perfect temperature.

He talks to his highness whenever the opportunity presents itself and then raves about it for ages. All the people get down from their respective vehicles. I notice my father got down from the first vehicle and opens the back door. And then He comes out. From my vantage point, I can only see his side profile. His features are so prominent and outstanding. He is over 6'5 height. I am tall for a girl, but in front of him, my 5'8 seems to be tiny. Amber, Li, and Max all of them are wolfs. I am the only human in our Little group.

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

I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

'I was talking about your height' 'Your 166cm height' 'Not your bust size' 'I'm not short!' She replied. 'Eh?' 'How did u know my height?' 'Because you are just about as short as my little sister' I typed. 'Are you perhaps' Persia quickly typed. '…A siscon?' 'Because' 'My little brother is a siscon' 'A sticker of a rabbit looking half dead.' I was utterly surprised. 'That's news to me' I replied. 'Did your little brother say anything about' 'Don't go near to any guy'

’ She shrugged those thoughts off and smiled at Maxime. “Can I ask you a favor?” Alexa asked. “Anything for you, Young Lady,” Maxime smiled from ear to ear, eager to please. Maxime is a short lady, about 4ft and 9inches. Her chubby cheeks made her cuter. She’s not lean, but she’s not fat either. Wearing a maid’s uniform does not hide her curves. Instead, it shows them off, giving a view of her perfect symmetry. She’s bubbly, soft-spoken, helpful, and fun to work with. There’s never a dull moment when she’s at work.

Very small. But real.

Dela snorts in disbelief, and my smile widens. My sweet, precious Dela is a shortie, and I find her adorable, but I don't tell her that since I want to live. Dela hates her height. It makes people ask her for her ID all the time. And because of that, Dela envies Addison, who is rather tall for being a girl.

I backed away, running to go around him, but he blocked my route. " St- stay away from me." My voice was quivering so severely, and the man in front of me only smirked. " What if I don't, teeny bird? What are you going to do? Fly into the sky this time? I doubt those short legs of yours can take far," The blonde guy mocked, and I was affronted. How dare he call me short? At 5'9 ft, I was taller than most girls my age! " The king wants you back, and I'm too drunk to chase you. Let's go back, tiny bird." Jett, I think, said, making his friend chuckle. Was the tiny bird a thing now? Seriously?