Really Short Person Novels & Stories

A kind of persona Mavie does not feel so comfortable with. For the very first time in Mavie's life, she felt like the opposite sex was indeed attractive, the more she stared at the man who almost occupied the bed with his full-body length. He was too tall compared to Mavie's five feet and three inches height, anyway. She was a tiny woman next to a giant when she was next to him. And her stupid mind also admires men with such stands. She even wished about marrying one so she could have babies with good height genes.

She said after gulping water from the plastic bottle that stood on a small stool beside her sofa. “My name is… John. I'm three and a half… inches” “I didn't hear the last word” Anna glared at him and he repeated himself much louder, “My name is John and I'm three and a half inches” “Good. Accept your peas. That's the first step to your journey and purpose of being here. Next person” Anna said. “I’m Connor and I'm three inches”

Nothing about me says 'Beautiful' so why does he? I'm not gorgeously thin, with a bikini body. My hair and eyes are just a normal dark brown. Nothing special. I'm a short height of 5' 3" and that's why I look stubby. And the final horrid touch, my glasses. The big rimmed frames covering my face. Sometimes, they make me look like I have a uni-brow. So, how does he find me beautiful?

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

she was looking so naive and delicate and also very innocent. My heart missed a beat at the thought of having her in my arms. In her long dress and marching hijab, she is looking like a breathtaking angel... She was shivering under my gaze and her hands were wet with sweat.. She was like 5'4 and I was 6'3.. Shortie…my mind said with a loving manner... Handing the perfume to her I said, “here you go, shortie....” "What???? Shortie??!! You mister, don't call me that. I am not that short, you are just unnecessarily tall " said she angrily....

He didn‘t like it one single bit. The man was fast on his feet, which was surprising when one considered that he was only 5‘4‖. The man was short, but boy, he sure could run. The man glanced over his shoulder and scowled at Owen. Alright. So the man was also a mean looking fellow.

He had the bushiest moustache I’ve ever seen on anyone outside of a black and wite movie. I nearly clapped my hands in utter glee when I saw him. Why was I overjoyed? Because ever since I’ve been alive and meeting other humans, I was always the shortest person in the room. But for the first time in my life, I met another human over the age of 10 that I was taller than. The man is just about one feet shy of five feet, but that's one whole inch I’ve got over him! “Good morning class.” He mumbled distractedly, still fiddling with his laptop.

Imagine my surprise when he introduces me to his cute little wife. What hurt most was that she was nothing like me. she was short, tiny and a brunette. Nothing like me, I was only a head shorter than Andre, I was blonde dirty blonde but still blonde. I wasn’t in any way cute. I was busty. Nothing about me is cute.

Not wanting to create scene they ignored. "Oh, yes, let's add more fun then" the another exclaimed in excitement. "Hey, shorty" the boy of 5'8 yelled pointing at their direction. They stopped, the same time, they heard 'shorty' and according to them , in their gang, only Naira has the short height. Though, her height 5'2 was exactly normal but being a 5'8 he called her shorty. They immediately snapped their eyes at the halted Naira who was steady at her spot. They sighed, knowing she is already riled up , and now this, must be made her furious.

No matter, it's already opening for us by a man. Let's get this straight - I don't usually step into these kind of meetings without first doing my homework on who I'm going to meet. I've seen a picture of Igor before, even studied the lines and planes of his face, but what throws me off balance is that I didn't find out about his height. The man is short. I'm not talking about average short, I'm talking about close-to-being-called-a -dwarf short. It's a bit unnerving talking to an almost-midget.