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A really short story, just one page long. I wanted to change things up with this one as far as my usual writing style goes, and I quite like how it turned out.
The patter of tiny feet is heard in the dead of night. A lone micro scurries out of his hidey-hole, over the hardwood floor, and under a shut door. Inside, a soft breathing emanates from atop a massive bed. The micro climbs up the bedsheets, nimble hands and feet bringing him onto the mattress in seconds.
Before him, a girl lies sleeping. The micro makes his way around her, careful not to make a disturb her in any way. At last he nears her head. He approaches, stepping over her long, curly hair and onto the pillow on which she rests. Her nostrils hum with the slow breath of slumber. His heart marks a furious tempo. He has done this a dozen times before, but that doesn’t make it any less risky. Still, despite all his instincts screaming at him to run away from the girl, he steps up to her cheek and plants on it the tiniest kiss.
Lips and cheek part. Above, eyelids flutter open. The girl’s face turns and her big, bright eyes lock on to the tiny figure on her bed. The micro falls is tripped as her hair shifts beneath him. He tries to scramble away away. He dodges one and two attempts to catch him; on the third, he is caught.
A lamp turns on. The micro is brought up to the girl’s face. His instinctive fear of macros has reasserted itself, and he is paralyzed in fear. The girl’s face is unreadable as she looks on him.
She brings him to her mouth. He sees her jaw open, sees the big white teeth and pink tongue glistening inside. Her mouth draws close.
Is this to be his death? Will he perish by the teeth of the girl he so adores? He closes his eyes and waits for the end.
...
Two big, soft lips press against his face.
Untold bliss fills his whole being.
The lips pull back, and the fingers at his back start to pet him. He melts at their touch, all the tension flowing out of him. He is cradled against the girl’s chest, happier than he’s ever been before. The lights turn off. The girl lies back in bed.
Held tight against her chest lulled by the beating of her heart, the micro closes his eyes and falls asleep.
The patter of tiny feet is heard in the dead of night. A lone micro scurries out of his hidey-hole, over the hardwood floor, and under a shut door. Inside, a soft breathing emanates from atop a massive bed. The micro climbs up the bedsheets, nimble hands and feet bringing him onto the mattress in seconds.
Before him, a girl lies sleeping. The micro makes his way around her, careful not to make a disturb her in any way. At last he nears her head. He approaches, stepping over her long, curly hair and onto the pillow on which she rests. Her nostrils hum with the slow breath of slumber. His heart marks a furious tempo. He has done this a dozen times before, but that doesn’t make it any less risky. Still, despite all his instincts screaming at him to run away from the girl, he steps up to her cheek and plants on it the tiniest kiss.
Lips and cheek part. Above, eyelids flutter open. The girl’s face turns and her big, bright eyes lock on to the tiny figure on her bed. The micro falls is tripped as her hair shifts beneath him. He tries to scramble away away. He dodges one and two attempts to catch him; on the third, he is caught.
A lamp turns on. The micro is brought up to the girl’s face. His instinctive fear of macros has reasserted itself, and he is paralyzed in fear. The girl’s face is unreadable as she looks on him.
She brings him to her mouth. He sees her jaw open, sees the big white teeth and pink tongue glistening inside. Her mouth draws close.
Is this to be his death? Will he perish by the teeth of the girl he so adores? He closes his eyes and waits for the end.
...
Two big, soft lips press against his face.
Untold bliss fills his whole being.
The lips pull back, and the fingers at his back start to pet him. He melts at their touch, all the tension flowing out of him. He is cradled against the girl’s chest, happier than he’s ever been before. The lights turn off. The girl lies back in bed.
Held tight against her chest lulled by the beating of her heart, the micro closes his eyes and falls asleep.
Category Story / Macro / Micro
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Size 120 x 120px
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