Really Short Person Novels & Stories

“Hey. Who you callin’ little?” “You. What are you, about five foot nothin’?” “Hah! I’m five foot two and a quarter. Bein’ small in stature doesn’t mean I haven’t been filled to the brim with my share of sadness, that’s for damn sure.” “So that’s why you’re so good at recognizing it in others?” “Yeah. I wish I wasn’t. I wish I could just be a happy-go-lucky bubblehead with nothin’ on my mind. It’d be easier.”

I broke into a smile at the information that it wouldn't be long before I saw that short girl. I left the room with Patrick, we met Alexander in the living room looking totally nervous, and we went to the wedding location. I was anxious. I thought I was an interesting guy for my thirty-five years, I was very vain about my appearance and took care of myself, I wore my black hair very short because of work, just as I waxed my chest, had black eyes and used a well-trimmed and groomed beard, I was a man of one meter and ninety-five in height, broad shoulders, with a muscular and well-defined body from weightlifting and the exercises I practiced daily. I was a big and experienced guy and that lit

Vivia has been led to Anna's house, so each member of Anna's family knows she has a new friend, Vivia. The wooden door opened, and opposite Vivia was a fourteen-year-old boy barely even her shoulder height. Currently, Vivia is one meter sixty-five, which means this boy is only one and fourty feet tall. Jimmy is a short and fat boy, so he is often teased by his classmates for his appearance. Although he is not tall and weighs a bit too much, Jimmy's facial features are very clear and masculine, which proves in the future that he can become an extremely handsome guy who can steal a lot of maiden heart. But now no one is paying attention to this, not even Jimmy's parents.

I retort glancing over at her as I drive, and she smirks while looking ahead. “Yours implies that I’m short and fat so…” She shrugs nonchalantly. I gape at her, “No, it doesn’t! It implies that you’re short and cute.” I say, reaching over, I poke her side, and she jumps. “Well, mine implies that you’re a little sausage. Besides, I’m not short. I’m five foot six, you’re just too tall.” Shayla claims, slapping my hand away when I ruffle her hair.

just wrote what i felt like) it's kinda funny that i am 5'7 which is quiet tall for a girl but still i am like a tiny little compact object infront of Zayn. he must be atkeast 6'3 (yeah. i also have no clue about Zayn's height. )

I was going to let Yuki in again. "Watch it!" A body pushed me, roughly enough that I took an unsteady step back. I blinked. "Oh—shit! Sorry!" a voice said, feminine, high-pitched and breathy. I looked up. Or more like, down a little. She was 5'3", short purple hair in space buns, the shortest black shorts I'd ever seen, fishnets, and a tee-shirt that was cut short with "Tips make me tipsy" written across it. Her lipstick was berry red. Her eyes twinkled.

"They are nice. Very nice. They are so full they look great on your small frame. And they feel so firm now that I've touched them. How tall are you?" "I'm short. Just 5ft 2in. I wish I was just a bit taller." "Nonsense." I reassure her. "You aren't short, you are fun sized. Haha. It is rare for a petite lady like you to have such a large bust. You are special." "I could say the same about you mister. A girl doesn't expect a skinny guy like you to have such a large cock. And I love how it stayed hard inside me all this time."

Her caption read: First Saturday in Colorado and I survived! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back home in Oklahoma, Tony lay in bed in his tiny apartment, the glow of his phone cutting through the darkness. The ping of a notification jolted him. He opened F******k, and there she was—Shortcake, looking happy, surrounded by new faces. She’d only been gone four days, but seeing her like this made it feel like a lifetime. Toby hit the like button, staring at the screen for a moment longer. This is what he wanted for her, right? Happiness. Friends. A life beyond home. He set his phone aside, rolled over, and fina

I have to climb two floors to arrive to my class. I am Lilibeth Kolton, a 2nd-grade student at Fonton Senior High School, majoring in social studies, I'm not that pretty actually...not at all! I am only 160 cm tall, my face is not that great, my nose is not that pointed, my lips are not thick, my front and rear bumpers are minimal, and my brain is so-so. There should be no reason Mr. Harold said that to me! Or is he just testing me?? Or… a prank! Wow, if that's true, he has the heart! Note the sarcasm!

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!