A series of three little short-short/flash-fictiony stories that I wrote on my spare time. I hope you guys can get some enjoyment out of 'em!

Just a heads up, the first story is somewhat abstract, and there is some mild violence in the last.

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-Creation-

Darkness. All encompassing darkness that had no beginning, and no end. It was her everything, and her everything was nothing. This reality was a void, a realm of emptiness, but it could not remain this way, for she would not allow it.
She shuddered a little, taking a deep and measured breath. She felt she had done this before, and yet it felt so new. She paused for a moment, letting her senses take hold. This was a realm of emptiness, of nothing, of utter blackness... but it was her realm, her realm to change as she saw fit. The collie steadied herself, her white and orange fur wafting in a nonexistent wind as she took one more deep breath.
As she exhaled, the void burst into being. Colors of all hues drifted through the inky blackness like ribbons caught in a breeze, painting the picture of her desire. She watched as they wrapped around each other, compacting and compacting, their formless curves taking shape as the countless waves of pure light formed a tiny orb. It was small, yes, but it was hers, and it was magnificent. He smiled widely, her amber eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The little pinprick of light of a light of her creation, and she'd formed it with barely a thought.
Reaching forward, two colossal fingerpads grabbed the sides of the tiny object with nearly incomprehensible precision and control. She rolled it about between the two infinitely expansive planes, and a thought occurred to her. Why should she settle for just this? With nary an utterance she could craft anything she could possibly imagine! This, this object of light was nothing compared to what she could do.
She released it, letting it float back into the void of her realm, and focused. She thought herself become smaller, less immense, something... conceivable; and it was made so. Her tiny orb of light was now massive before her, a great ball of fire who's surface raged and seethed with vast amounts energy that radiated into the space around her. She felt it shine onto her fur, it was warm, it was invigorating, and it was perfect.
The collie smiled to herself, knowing exactly what to do next. She held out her palm and narrowed her eyes, watching as blue ribbons once again began to mass, rolling themselves into a neat, little sphere. This was a start, but it was far from completion. On a whim, she decided to add something else to this tiny ball of liquid.
Still, her brow remained furrowed; there was still much to be done. She gazed at the orb, and at the little patches of stone, stone that was barren, and black as the void she so hoped to fill. She then looked at the bit of fire, still clutched between her fingertips. An idea began to form in her mind, and once again, it was made so. She pinched the fire between her pads, grinding it into a fine powder, and then, bringing her fingertip to her lips, she breathed it onto the orb. The glowing dust sprinkled itself over the surface of her creation, and the entire globe began to change.
The burnt black stone and dull gray rock suddenly turned into bright greens and striking yellows; into bold coppers and to shining alabaster. The land was beautiful, but it was the sea that first caught her attention. The waters were ablaze with something new, something wonderful, something so fascinating that the collie was beside herself. Her eyes caught the movement of things so immeasurably small that normally, they would hardly be worth her time; and yet, among all of the other great things, these were special.
She watched as they swam, as they crawled from the waters, and as they grew; both in body, and of mind. She watched in delight as they build great cities, and in sorrow as they turned against one another. Deeds both great and small were recognized by the goddess, both good and evil; whether they be of technology, of culture, of science, or of philosophy, she did not let a single one pass her by.
Suddenly, the time began to slow, and everything became much more clear, more focused. This
tiny insignificant ball, something she'd created simply because she had wished for something to fill the void, had become something she had never expected. Things worked differently, much more differently than they had in the beginning, when things were still young.
Some of these changes were good, some were not. Some of them were bold, others more subtle. Thus were the nature of these beings, the children which she had given life. Flawed though they were, through those flaws were found miracles, things that would not be witnessed otherwise; and she was proud, oh so proud because of it.
Her warm smile bathed her creation in dazzling light, and she carefully took it into her hands, cradling it gently. This thing, this wonderful thing was so familiar, so comforting... She wondered why she had ever le-
It was then that something caught her eye. Curious, the goddess focused her vision. Her sight moved through the relative vastness of her world, through clutter of the city streets, and into a lone apartment where she saw... herself. She was so small, such a miniscule piece of her world... and yet... and yet. A familiar hand reached out for her, placing itself gently on her shoulder, and lightly shook her sleeping body...

“Chelsea. Wake up hon, you fell asleep again.”
“W-What?” The collie roused, her eyes fluttering open as she raised her head slowly to meet the gaze of that deep, soothing voice.
“You didn't even come to bed last night. Are you sure you can handle that course?”
Chelsea yawned, letting herself fall to the side so she could wrap her arms around her fiance's waist, “I don't study it because I need to... Its because I want to.”
The alley cat let out a little chuckle, reaching down to gently rub his hand down Chelsea's flowing auburn hair, “I don't know what you see in that class, Chel. Then again, I've never been interested in that philosophical stuff,” he scritches behind her ear as he does his best to lift her back into her chair, “You slept in quite a bit. Its already noon, and I've gotta get to work. You've got the day off, so just relax.”
The collie looked back toward her book, “Alright, I think I read enough for now anyway.”
“Good,” He leans forward, planting a tender kiss against her lips, “I'll see you when I get back. Love you, hon.”
She returns the kiss, following up with a warm smile, “I love you too.”

Her lover left, and she was once again alone with her thoughts. She looked back at the book, its worn leather cover bearing a title of solid gold: “The Limitless Mind”
It was a strange book – made stranger still that it was assigned by an English professor – but one she had come to love more than any other. She rolled her chair over the the window, book in hand. She opened it, but her gaze remained on the open sky – the vast, blue field still visible between the clouds. She'd gotten all she needed from the text, it was time to put it to the test. Just how many more worlds could she create this afternoon?
-A Mountainside Stroll-

It was the first time I had ever seen a titan, and it is still the most amazing sight I have ever seen. I remember rushing to the balcony with my parents and my brothers and sisters, all just to watch the immense being pass by. I cannot begin to fathom just how large he was. From its mountaintop perch, our village still had to turn its eyes skyward to see the canine's face, and even that was nearly impossible. His head rose well above the thick clouds that surrounded the summit; in fact, we were only level with his waist.
It was a jaw dropping spectacle, watching the titan leisurely traverse the icy fjords below, the deep water only coming up to his ankles. I still remember marveling at the perfection of the colossal wolf. His body was the lust of every woman and the envy of every man. Great muscles, who's curves were of a depth and power completely incomprehensible to mere mortals, lined his body – from his shoulders, visible through the clouds only by their monstrous size, to legs that could tear through the mountains with a casual step.
To this day, I remember the entire sequence in great detail, probably better than anyone else. The seemingly slow swing of his massive arms and titanic legs as he strode forward, the explosive sound of his mighty footfalls and the tidal waves forming below, and even the feeling of the entire mountains quaking from his mere presence. I do not believe there is a word to describe just how amazing, and how overwhelming that presence truly was, and it was all compounded in one heart stopping moment.
He stopped. Directly in front of my humble home, he stopped and turned. I could scarcely hope to see around his frame, his stomach – lined with great hills as hard as diamond – stretched to the edges of my vision. My mother seemed a little worried at first, but my father was quick to reassure her. The titans were our friends, protectors from long ago, in the days when the gods walked among us.
The wolf began to lower himself, the hilly fields of muscle on his stomach giving way to the two vast plateaus that made up his chest, and finally revealing his face. It was so strange, seeing such a peaceful, kind smile spread across a visage so mind-numbingly large that your gaze could not meet his own, your eyes forced to scan from one yellow orb to the other as you tried to take it all in. I held my breath, standing completely still as he smiled down to us, all of us for several long moments. It felt like hours were passing, and when I did eventually move, stepping behind my mother and allowing my hands to clutch at her skirt, all he did was chuckle. It must have been quite a soft sound to him, but all of our ears immediately pressed flat against our skulls; the glass in the windows shook, and it even felt like the stone balcony gave a little to the waves of sound crashing into it. Then, he rose, offering one last smile before continuing on his way.
We still see the gentle giant from time to time, passing by on his way to do whatever it is these great protectors do; and I'm still amazed at how much it affects me every time. Never has it had as much impact as the first, but how could it? Regardless, I make certain to show my children his passing every season; and it is my hope that they in turn show it to their children, and they to their children, and so on; if for no other reason than the spectacle of it all, the awe-inspiring nature of his staggering presence, and comfort in knowing that this protector will always be there when our people need him most.



-That Sinking Feeling-


Subject 1109641 has been approved for testing. Beginning first experiment now...

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As soon as the first waves washed over your body, you began to feel light headed, your vision becoming blurry. Try as you might to shake away the unpleasant sensations, they didn't seem to fade. You felt your clothes becoming heavy, weighing down on your body as your strength and was slowly sapped away to the cascade of astonished gasps and excited murmurs of the scientists that surrounded you.
They began to move forward, getting uncomfortably close and reminding you of just how small you were to become. It hadn't even been a full minute and you were already eye-level with their chests, and soon after, their stomachs. Whimpering uncontrollably, you tugged and tugged at your basic garments, trying futility to tear them off of your reduced form, but the fabric was much to resilient for your scrawny limbs, and the weight soon became too much.
The scientists continued to crowd, their paws touching down closer and closer to your prone form, lost and helpless in the mound of cloth that used to be your shirt. You could hear them through the fabric well enough. Some talked of scientific breakthroughs, others of the grant money they'd receive, but still others seemed to be focused solely on you, their little test subject. You heard them giggle and laugh at your expense, their eyes scanning over the vast plane of white fabric for the little anthro-shaped bulge within who couldn't hope to get out without their help.
You felt your cheeks turn red, and a new sense of determination began to drive you forward; but they were right. It didn't matter how hard to tried to claw through the forest of threads, you could never seem to reach the light on the other side.
Eventually, you felt your entire world shift, throwing you about the thankfully soft confides of your prison as several of the scientists began to search for you. Carefully prodding at the heap of clothing sitting in the test area, they listened intently for your tell-tale squeak. Unfortunately, that's exactly what they heard when you felt something enormous pressing roughly against your fragile body. You were fine, maybe left a little bruised, but fine, and it didn't take long for the scientist to fish you out.
When you were once again bathed in the unbearably bright light of the lab, you found yourself sprawled out in the palm of the largest cat you'd ever laid eyes on. He smiled triumphantly, his monolithic, jet-black fingers curling possessively and overshadowing your tiny body as the others crowded in close. Cheers of celebration rang out among the group, all of their hard work had finally paid off! Not only would they finally collect on the defense contract, but they'd be held as some of the greatest minds in the scientific community, as those who smashed through the laws of physics and made the impossible possible. However, in all of their celebration, they had forgotten one, potentially fatal detail. One of them was missing.
Only one scientist was not present in the testing area, standing beneath the volatile device of their discovery. The rat woman looked over the group, shaking her head at how simple they'd made it. You watched on in horror through the cat's parted fingers, your tiny squeaks unheard as the rat slowly began to pull down the lever on the console.
The device quietly hummed to life, arcs of pale yellow dancing between its coils. You heard the familiar sound, that quiet, high-pitched whirr as the invention worked its magic. By the time the scientists had noticed, it was already too late. Their cheers of success were replaced with howls and shrieks of terrors. They quickly began to take off their clothing, doing their best to escape their soon-to-be prisons before succumbing to the same fate as you. The cat who held you clinched you tightly in his fist, your shrinking form lodging between the crevices in his palm-pad as he worked to unbutton his coat.
The rat giggled, her tail swishing behind her as she watched her colleagues shrink to nothing before her eyes. Oh what cruel irony, to be ended by your life's work. When the shrinking had finally subsided, the scientists scattered among the piles of clothes around them, she approached. The huge, pink feet of the rat lifted and slammed down with meteor-like force, each impact sending the scientists toppling onto the ground.
When it finally stopped, you found yourself barely clinging to the fur of one of the cat-scientist's fingers as he was thrown to the ground. You kicked your legs, struggling to climb atop the massive digit just as the booming voice of the rat filled your ears, the sound nearly causing you to faint.
“Sorry, guys, but you know how it is. I can't have any of you taking credit for -my- discovery. Besides, I found a new buyer for this little toy,” He lifted her foot, letting it rest on its heel, its shadow hovering ominously over the shrunken academics, and you, “No hard feelings?” She asks mockingly, slowly starting to lower her foot.
The scientists' screams hardly registered to the veritable goddess above you, and it wasn't long before her broad sole was upon you, a wet crunch the last sound you'd ever hear.