Shrinking Novels & Stories

They began to gossip about their love lives and who they wished to attend prom with. At some point they paused. I got the feeling they were aware of my presence as they changed the topic and began to talk Ill of me. How pathetic and miserable I was, how no one would ever want to go to prom with me or even speak to me. I tried so hard as not to let their words get to me, but it was to no avail. Chills ran through my spine and I felt my whole body freezing and goosebumps all over my body. I sobbed as quiet as I could. Then I heard another footstep approaching.

"Fine. Go get changed." *** Translations: *nyash: ass. When someone says your father's nyash, its basically your father's ass they're cursing out. *Waka: Its a curse or an insult *No vex o: Don't be angry

Each day I wear long sleeves shirts and pants to school to cover the bruises on my body to avoid any Suspicious towards me. I isolate myself from crowds, so yes I don't have friends at all, the cause is afraid of what that man whom I call father will do, or even worse make them think of a whore who sleeps with anybody. I don't have a boyfriend at all, cause of my dad. Many boys have found me attractive and even asked me out on dates, I refused their offer cause of my dad. My grades at school are outstanding, being great at sports, but never played due to the bruise on my body.

A pause. Then she added, “This one doesn’t.” The room fell quiet. Because that That changed the perspective entirely. Tan crossed his arms tighter. “So it’s independent.” Avelyn nodded. “Yes.” Cassian’s voice lowered. “And that makes it unpredictable.” Avelyn didn’t argue. “Yes.” Lucas leaned forward again. “Is it growing?” Avelyn looked at the data. Then shook her head. “No.” Tan frowned. “Shrinking?” Avelyn shook her head again.

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

“Hey.” “Hey? HEY? That’s all you have to say! You little shit!” He stomped down the rest of the stairs. Rounding the island, Damian grabbed me and pulled me into an unbearably tight hug. Ember wasn’t wrong, he was a few inches shorter than I was. However, he was much larger than I remember. I think if two of me stood side by side, they would be his complete shoulder width. He was built like a damn bulldozer now.

Jay protested but was held back by Doug. The pain was so unbearable Jess thought she might blackout. Just as she was going to scum to the darkness to numb herself of the pain, the fire grew three times in size. The demon that had been stalking her appeared in the flame. It took a step out of the flames and she heard the leaves crunch under its weight.

Normally, the further something was, the smaller it would seem after all. ‘Why are they becoming bigger?’ After that, one of Patroclus’ female subordinates, sharper and more observant than most, realized that something had gone horribly wrong. “Your highness, the mountains aren’t moving. We’re just shrinking!” “What?” “We’re… shrinking?” ‘This is just too weird.’ ‘How could something like this happen?’ Despite this, they realized that she was, in fact, telling the truth. They and the divine mountain they were at were really shrinking in size.

She asked. "Karen," he said simply and gave a slight shudder. She crossed the street, her palms in a tight fist, a frown on her face, her white hair was packed in a tight bun. Though the look on her face reminded Alex of his worst nightmare but still, Alex couldn't help the laughter that bubbled in his throat. 'Karen' was a short woman, she reminded him of a funny meme he had seen last week, which had compared short people to soldier ant.

The life slowly slipping away. Pain shot right through me and tears spilled down my face. I still didn't understand why I was so upset over this single flower and I still couldn't recognize the house on which I sat on the porch. Something happened next and I didn't know if it was just me but I started imagining that everything turning back to normal but little did I know that the flower started getting back its color.