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Borderline - 1Bzzt.Borderline - 1 by GT-Kathryn
She let her fingers do all the work, but it was causing her immense pain to get this right. The tiny thief had been at it for hours and the sizzling of skin was thick to her nose. Waving a burnt hand in front of her face, trying to waft it away, she huffed, irritated. She had to get this right. She had to.
Note to self; wear gloves next time.
This shouldn't have been a hard task. If anything, it should've been one of the easiest. But he hadn't mentioned a lock that would electrocute her every freaking time she got the passcode wrong.
She'd tried every code she could think of and he didn't even tell her what was inside that was so important to him. "Whatever, grab what I can and get out."
That was the only thought on her mind. Other than how badly she wished she had some sort of protection on her hands.
Sending her on a mission almost everyday so far this week. The only break she'd gotten so far was when s
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Held (G/t) pt.1 He was back. I could feel his stare piercing through me, even as I was faced the other way, making my heart bang wildly against my ribcage and my eyes gloss over with fear. And even though we had the thick, fogged glass of my prison walls separating us, it still felt as though I was trapped by him.
Well, technically I was.
A large, glass tank, sealed from all sides was not exactly my definition of home. It reminded me of a fish tank. That’s all we were in this dimension: mindless pet fish, made to be kept, to be owned. The thought made my stomach churn.
I could've never expected this to happen. Giants were only supposed to exist in fairy tales, but here one was, right in front of us, just like everyday, and here we were, stuck in this enormous, strange dimension. It had only been a month or so since the kidnapping, but who knows really. Time just seems endless when your stuck in your worst nightmare. And I would never be a
Road Trip--5 (G/t) "Abby, Abby no. You can't eat an entire potato chip in one sitting." The human took one hand off the steering wheel to wrestle the snack out of her hands and finished it in one bite.
"Well you get a whole bag. It ain't fair."
"I'm twenty times your height! Cal, what are you doing on my phone? How'd you crack the password?"
"Facebook," she answered passively, "and you say the combination aloud when you're opening it." He tensed up and she must have noticed. "Calm down, will you? I'm just messaging Sam. She... she wants to meet me."
His eyes widened. “Well, we’re three hours from home now... is it near my house?” Cal nodded. “Huh... I guess?”
Abby cheered, then realized she didn’t care. She sat back
Misplaced: Chapter 1 Part 1The End of Normalcy
Jonah Michaels really hated Economics. Almost as much as he hated Statistics.
But alas, both were requirements for his major, and therefore, unavoidable. He began to wish he had taken the AP courses while he was in high school instead of learning them in a broad classroom where the monotonous voice of Dr. Weiss began to seem more like a dull, rythmless lullaby than an actual lecture. The properties of Supply and Demand were a concept everyone with a working brain and who went through high school already grasped long ago; the redundancy of it all served more of an annoyance than anything else. He thought he was done with math when he took Calculus in the twelfth grade. But apparently, Math wasn't done with him, as the curriculum seemed to have deduced.
Fortunately, he had a couple minutes until he could finally break away from his studies, meet with his girlfriend, and spend his weekend sleeping. It had been a long semester, and
Towering Above (Chapter 3)Gavin could feel his fingers curl in on her slightly and she cringed lightly. She didn't know how to handle a situation like this. She had never been treated with such care and gentleness. This was all knew to her. Not once yet had he meant to hurt her.
Well, not yet at least.
His palm was warm. She sat in the middle comfortably and with much more room to spare. If Gavin felt like measuring, she would be no bigger than his pinky. But before she was ready to get off, his hand was at the bed. Tilted slightly, so she was able to slide off onto the soft comforter.
Damon stood to his height and she yelped, backing up so she was away from him as he stood. She cringed and backed away farther. Damon noticed her fear and mentally slapped himself.
"Sorry." He apologized, getting to his knees and laying on the bed, so he was more level with Gavin. "I should really warn you before I stand, huh?"
She shook her head, swallowing back her fear and inching closer to him. "No, its o-okay. Really, don't
Sleepless NightClunmph, Clunmph. - tiny feet made an effort to be discreet as they climbed the stairs to the tippity-top of the giant mattress.
A seven year old boy with waves of copper hair and big blue-green eyes peeked up over the edge of the bed. His parents were fast asleep under the emerald sheets, their peaceful breathing forming a unified rhythm. He wobbled a bit as he made his way over. His mom was mostly under his dad's hand. Sometimes, he would ask them questions about their size difference. But to him, he didn't really think anything of it. It was as natural as him as breathing. Gabe put his hands on Jude's knuckle and leaned against it.
"Daddy." Gabriel whispered. No respond. He repeated himself twice more at increasing volumes of desperation and pushed vigorously at his hand.
Jude's eyelids fluttered open, looking around in alarm.
"Gabe." He refocused in his groggy state. "What is it?"
"I can't sleep." Gabriel whined.
A mass of russet waves became dis
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