Shrinking Stories Novels & Stories

Counselors told ghost stories with dramatic voices, making the younger kids squeal and cling to each other. I sat cross-legged on the ground, Daniel right beside me. His knee brushed mine every time he shifted, and though I told myself it was nothing, I couldn’t stop noticing it. I tried to keep my eyes on the fire, but my gaze kept slipping sideways. The glow of the flames painted his face in sharp lines his jaw, the curve of his nose, the easy way his lips curved into a smile when he laughed at a silly story. My heart did that flip again, stronger this time. I swallowed hard, staring at the fire as if it could distract me.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

“You just want to protect your family! You think am going to hurt them don’t you?” “You said you wanted to be with Tulani, but he thinks your feelings for him are only because you misinterpreted things. He thinks you only like him because you are transferring your….” “Oh don’t start with that shrink nonsense with me,” Luyando interjected him. “I spent four years sitting in a Shrink’s office telling him lies and him buying into it like a fool, even coming up with interpretations that made him sound smarter when he knew nothing! “That stuff doesn’t work and I certainly won’t waste my time talking to some wanna-be doctor while Tula gets closer to that woman.”

“My mom got sick, medical bills were piling up. I didn’t have a degree, nor didn’t have time. Someone offered me money for photos, then more for videos. I said yes because I needed to eat. I kept saying yes because… I don’t know. It started feeling like power. Like control. For the first time in my life I was the one deciding how I was seen.” Noah paused the video. His throat felt tight. He didn’t watch anything explicit that night. Just interviews. Old vlogs. A podcast where she talked about growing up poor, about shame, about learning to separate her body from her heart.

That wand definitely looks like it can be magical. "Is it true that a man's penis shrinks when he's in cold water? If that's the case, you might want to stay out. I wouldn't want that thing to get any smaller. I may need a magnifying glass to find it." Alan looks at me in disbelief.

She looked at me with those eleven-years-of-survival eyes. "Space," she said. "To be themselves without calculating how much of themselves is safe to show. My people have been performing smallness for so long that some of them have genuinely forgotten they were doing it." She paused. "That is the damage I am most worried about. Not the physical things. Those heal. The habit of shrinking. That is the one that takes the longest." I held her gaze and felt those words land somewhere specific and deeply familiar and for a moment I was back in the Obsidian Pack, standing smaller than I was, making myself easier to dismiss, and I remembered with perfect clarity the particular exhaustion of that per

He could hear the faint hum of the crowd, the shuffle of papers, the sound of the host introducing him. “And now, we’d like to welcome Ryan Calloway, a second year student who has shown remarkable courage in sharing his truth through storytelling.” He walked onto the stage. Not shaking this time. Not afraid. He looked out at the sea of faces. He found Daniel near the back row. Marcus beside him. And he began: “For a long time, I didn’t think I had a story worth telling. I thought I was overreacting. Too emotional. Too dramatic. But when someone makes you smaller than you were meant to be, it takes time to remember your full shape again.”

The kind of smirk that said you'll be dripping down your thighs before breakfast is done. He was right. And I was seconds from breaking in front of my best friend. I couldn't take it anymore. "I—uh, I'll grab some more juice," I muttered, pushing back from the table, hoping Layla wouldn't notice the shake in my voice. She barely looked up. "Cool, grab me some too?" "Sure," I breathed, practically fleeing into the kitchen. I gripped the counter, trying to catch my breath. My thighs were sticky, aching. That man was going to ruin me—and I didn't even want to stop him.