--- and hits you in the chest. You immediately feel like you're falling off of a cliff. All of sudden, you're nude and under a huge pile of what appear to be giant clothes... what appear to be your clothes. You crawl out from under your giant tank top to realize you've shrunk.
"My god..." you say out loud, wondering how small you are or if anyone will even be able to see you.
You hear the front door to your complex open. It's Mr. Hirsch, a crooked lawyer who lives on the first floor. He's about 5'4". well over 300 lbs, and, very hairy - you had the misfortune of seeing him with shirt off last year when he was in the hallway yelling the super. He stops as soon as he enters the door and sticks a marlboro between his lips. The filter blends in with the color of his thick mustache and beard. He leaves the cigarette dangling from his lips and begins to talk towards his room. He approaches your clothing, but you're frozen stiff.
"Who the hell leaves a pile of clothes in a hallway, why doesn't anyone ever clean this damn pla... what the hell?"
He's spotted you! You quickly unfreeze and your tiny figure begins to run.
"Not so fast tiny!" He yells, and starts to give chase - you can hear his 300 lb frame lumbering. You look back to see he's gaining quickly and when you look forward you almost crash into the corner. You turn around just in time to see his giant hand wrapping around your body.
"Gotcha!" he sneers past his still dangling cigarette.
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