Woo Hoo, more ficcy! But first, some Thank You's:
~ Stage *proudly accepts loon league button* Thanks! I'll wear it proudly!
~ FictionHobbit: Sure, take your pick! Chocolate covered Newsies for everyone!
~ Iris: Yup, I got your e-mail. *tosses you your newsies* And here are Race and Bum for you!
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She shrunk.
Yup, she shrunk down to exactly six inches tall, just the height to reach the door handle if she stood on her tippy-toes. "Woo Hoo, now I can get out of this tiny little room. I was getting claustrophobic." She reached up and jiggled the handle slightly. It was then she remembered that the door was still locked.
"Shoot, what do I do now?" Stress looked all around the floor, the walls, the ceiling and the table. That's when she saw it. All the way up, up on top of the glass table, was a key. "Hey, that wasn't there a minute ago." she pouted as she tried to climb up the slippery glass leg of the table. As she slid back down, she noted to herself "So, that's why I never got an A in gym class."
She tried twelve more times, each time sliding back down to land on her rear. On the thirteenth try, when she fell off and landed on her butt, she got up and proceeded to kick the table. "If you can make a bottle of weird shrinky stuff appear, and then a key, you can figure out how to get that key down to me." she scolded, waving her left finger at the table, while hopping around and clutching her now sore foot with her right hand.
Whether the table understood her complaints or not, as she continued to hop around like an idiot, she tripped over a small cardboard box that had appeared out of nowhere directly behind her.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed as she landed on her tush again. Rubbing her backside furiously, Stress leaned over and picked up the box she had tripped over. She lifted the lid slowly and was pleased to see that there were freshly baked chocolate chip cookies cooling in the box. "Mmmm...cookies..." she drooled, reaching eagerly in the box. The cookies didn't even need to have the words "Eat Me" spelled out in chocolate chips like they did; Stress inhaled them immediately.
"Mmm.Yummy cookies - Burp - Excuse me." Stress patted her stomach as she sat down next to the base of the table. "I wish there were some moooooooooore. Whoah!" The word "more" was drawn out because at that exact moment, Stress went from six inches high to about sixty feet tall.
Shocked and surprised at her sudden growth spurt, Stress just stared down at her feet in amazement. "At least the room expanded with me." She whispered in marvel when she noted that the ceiling, only about eight feet tall a moment ago, was now about eighty feet tall. She squinted slightly and was just able to make out the sparkling glass table right next to her left foot. "And hey, I can reach the key now. But- wait, what good will the key do, I doubt my pinkie could fit through that tiny door now!"
Stress' jaw dropped open as realization dawned on her. She was stuck. And she wasn't just stuck because she couldn't leave the room; she was stuck in a fashion that meant if her nose was itchy, she wouldn't be able to scratch the itch.
Like always, once you start to think of a way to make your situation worse, it happens. "Shoot, I can't scratch my nosey. And it itches soooo bad. What am I gonna do?" Enormous tear drops began spilling from her cheeks and she sobbed her heart out. "I need to scratch." she moaned to herself as she tried feverishly to raise her gigantic hand to her face. But to no avail, her nose remained itchy.
She sobbed and sobbed until she saw the tiny white door open. Curiosity got the better of her and she stopped her crying for a moment. Not like it really mattered, she had already made an Olympic size swimming pool with her tears.
"What's dis?" came a voice, wading through the small lake.
Stress squinted her eyes again, and smiled when she saw who it was. "Davey?"
The newsie looked down at his pocket watch real quick, then put it away and drew out a carrot from his pocket. "Mmm.Lunch.Oh, I'm sorry. Do I know you'se? Me name is David, David Jacobs."
If it wasn't for the fact that she was about ten times her normal size, Stress probably would have jumped for joy. Not only was she not crazy for thinking she had fallen down a newsie hole, but she was meeting Davey Jacobs! "I know."
Davey swam/hopped over to the glass table that was floating in the water. Once he jumped up onto the table and was able to refrain from getting soaked, he looked up at the giantess before him. "Are you'se cryin'?"
Stress rolled her eyes before answering his question. "Well, duh. Wouldn't you if you were sixty feet tall and trapped in a room, in a place that you fell from a hole into? I mean, where the hell am I?"
Davey looked down at his pocket watch again, while finishing off the rest of his carrot. "It's getting' late." He hopped off of the table, pocketing the key that was sitting on the table as he did so. "The King of Hearts always gets so nervous when his precious key pulls it's disappearing act." He explained to Stress as he tried to make his way back to the white door from where he had entered.
"Wait, don't go. I need help!" Stress forgot her pleasure at meeting a newsie once she realized that Davey was going to leave her there alone.
"Lissen, ma'am. Da King an' Queen o' Hearts heah in Newsieland ain't two o' da most patient people if ya catch me drift. I'se awlready late an' I gotta be headin' back. But heah, dis may be o' some help." Davey took off his blue shirt and tossed it up into the air. "G'bye." He called before exiting through the white door.
Stress just watched as the blue shirt just hung mid-air. "Sure, some tiny little bunny-boy's shirt is gonna help me get back to normal and escape from this room."
All of a sudden though, she began to shrink back to normal. "What the .?" She looked down and realized that the blue shirt was no longer floating mid- air. Instead she was wearing it! "This shirt must be making me grow smaller." She yanked it off frantically, frightened that she might shrink into nothingness.
Once the shirt was removed, though, she continued to shrink at an alarming rate. "What else could be making me shrink?" she panicked as she looked down at herself. Nope, still the same white tank top, white keds and faded blue jeans that she donned that morning. "Wait, what's this?" she wondered out loud as she felt the weight of something on her head. She ripped the object from her head and dropped it into the water. It was a brown newsies hat.
Once the hat was floating around lazily in the water, Stress stopped shrinking. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done. She was now about three inches tall and that was pretty much it.
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That's it for today. Ya wanna review it for me now? Thanks!
~ Stage *proudly accepts loon league button* Thanks! I'll wear it proudly!
~ FictionHobbit: Sure, take your pick! Chocolate covered Newsies for everyone!
~ Iris: Yup, I got your e-mail. *tosses you your newsies* And here are Race and Bum for you!
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She shrunk.
Yup, she shrunk down to exactly six inches tall, just the height to reach the door handle if she stood on her tippy-toes. "Woo Hoo, now I can get out of this tiny little room. I was getting claustrophobic." She reached up and jiggled the handle slightly. It was then she remembered that the door was still locked.
"Shoot, what do I do now?" Stress looked all around the floor, the walls, the ceiling and the table. That's when she saw it. All the way up, up on top of the glass table, was a key. "Hey, that wasn't there a minute ago." she pouted as she tried to climb up the slippery glass leg of the table. As she slid back down, she noted to herself "So, that's why I never got an A in gym class."
She tried twelve more times, each time sliding back down to land on her rear. On the thirteenth try, when she fell off and landed on her butt, she got up and proceeded to kick the table. "If you can make a bottle of weird shrinky stuff appear, and then a key, you can figure out how to get that key down to me." she scolded, waving her left finger at the table, while hopping around and clutching her now sore foot with her right hand.
Whether the table understood her complaints or not, as she continued to hop around like an idiot, she tripped over a small cardboard box that had appeared out of nowhere directly behind her.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed as she landed on her tush again. Rubbing her backside furiously, Stress leaned over and picked up the box she had tripped over. She lifted the lid slowly and was pleased to see that there were freshly baked chocolate chip cookies cooling in the box. "Mmmm...cookies..." she drooled, reaching eagerly in the box. The cookies didn't even need to have the words "Eat Me" spelled out in chocolate chips like they did; Stress inhaled them immediately.
"Mmm.Yummy cookies - Burp - Excuse me." Stress patted her stomach as she sat down next to the base of the table. "I wish there were some moooooooooore. Whoah!" The word "more" was drawn out because at that exact moment, Stress went from six inches high to about sixty feet tall.
Shocked and surprised at her sudden growth spurt, Stress just stared down at her feet in amazement. "At least the room expanded with me." She whispered in marvel when she noted that the ceiling, only about eight feet tall a moment ago, was now about eighty feet tall. She squinted slightly and was just able to make out the sparkling glass table right next to her left foot. "And hey, I can reach the key now. But- wait, what good will the key do, I doubt my pinkie could fit through that tiny door now!"
Stress' jaw dropped open as realization dawned on her. She was stuck. And she wasn't just stuck because she couldn't leave the room; she was stuck in a fashion that meant if her nose was itchy, she wouldn't be able to scratch the itch.
Like always, once you start to think of a way to make your situation worse, it happens. "Shoot, I can't scratch my nosey. And it itches soooo bad. What am I gonna do?" Enormous tear drops began spilling from her cheeks and she sobbed her heart out. "I need to scratch." she moaned to herself as she tried feverishly to raise her gigantic hand to her face. But to no avail, her nose remained itchy.
She sobbed and sobbed until she saw the tiny white door open. Curiosity got the better of her and she stopped her crying for a moment. Not like it really mattered, she had already made an Olympic size swimming pool with her tears.
"What's dis?" came a voice, wading through the small lake.
Stress squinted her eyes again, and smiled when she saw who it was. "Davey?"
The newsie looked down at his pocket watch real quick, then put it away and drew out a carrot from his pocket. "Mmm.Lunch.Oh, I'm sorry. Do I know you'se? Me name is David, David Jacobs."
If it wasn't for the fact that she was about ten times her normal size, Stress probably would have jumped for joy. Not only was she not crazy for thinking she had fallen down a newsie hole, but she was meeting Davey Jacobs! "I know."
Davey swam/hopped over to the glass table that was floating in the water. Once he jumped up onto the table and was able to refrain from getting soaked, he looked up at the giantess before him. "Are you'se cryin'?"
Stress rolled her eyes before answering his question. "Well, duh. Wouldn't you if you were sixty feet tall and trapped in a room, in a place that you fell from a hole into? I mean, where the hell am I?"
Davey looked down at his pocket watch again, while finishing off the rest of his carrot. "It's getting' late." He hopped off of the table, pocketing the key that was sitting on the table as he did so. "The King of Hearts always gets so nervous when his precious key pulls it's disappearing act." He explained to Stress as he tried to make his way back to the white door from where he had entered.
"Wait, don't go. I need help!" Stress forgot her pleasure at meeting a newsie once she realized that Davey was going to leave her there alone.
"Lissen, ma'am. Da King an' Queen o' Hearts heah in Newsieland ain't two o' da most patient people if ya catch me drift. I'se awlready late an' I gotta be headin' back. But heah, dis may be o' some help." Davey took off his blue shirt and tossed it up into the air. "G'bye." He called before exiting through the white door.
Stress just watched as the blue shirt just hung mid-air. "Sure, some tiny little bunny-boy's shirt is gonna help me get back to normal and escape from this room."
All of a sudden though, she began to shrink back to normal. "What the .?" She looked down and realized that the blue shirt was no longer floating mid- air. Instead she was wearing it! "This shirt must be making me grow smaller." She yanked it off frantically, frightened that she might shrink into nothingness.
Once the shirt was removed, though, she continued to shrink at an alarming rate. "What else could be making me shrink?" she panicked as she looked down at herself. Nope, still the same white tank top, white keds and faded blue jeans that she donned that morning. "Wait, what's this?" she wondered out loud as she felt the weight of something on her head. She ripped the object from her head and dropped it into the water. It was a brown newsies hat.
Once the hat was floating around lazily in the water, Stress stopped shrinking. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done. She was now about three inches tall and that was pretty much it.
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That's it for today. Ya wanna review it for me now? Thanks!