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Scissor - Chapter 7
I desperately tried not to reflect on my state for the time being, but once my stomach gave away a long and fully audible growl, I stopped in my tracks. Hugging myself, I found it hard to walk any further at the moment, and so stopped just a few feet away from the quilt in which I had spent the night.
I moaned in pain as the hurtful feeling lingered within me. It did not seem eager to let go of my attention anytime soon. To be fair though, I had only managed to eat some crumbles up until now. For the time of which I could remember anything at all, I reminded myself. All of this was just so strange. Imposing and scary.
Even though I was still alive and the giant man had not squashed or eaten me as I fell asleep in the completely wrong area, I was only barely alive anyway. The rushes of adrenaline seemed to be what kept me going ever since I got into this confusing mess, but the more frequently they appeared, the less I could rely on them to save my skin.
I hugged my knees, tail sticking
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Tides brings strange things to the shore
My grandmother had just passed away that morning, leaving me and my dad as the only ones left of our family. Mum and everything she ment had left while I was still a kid, and no siblings were there for my support. It was just me, and my dad. A middle aged fisher, with a sooned out son. Good for nothing.
To be honest, it might be because of my age, not my effort, that I could do very little to help him provide us. I was only seven at the time. Just a kid who did not want to enter school.
I just wanted to sit at the beach and look at the boats out there. Picturing myself on one of them. Going somewhere no one had ever gone before. I had an adventurous mind, but was shy when it came to others.
School had been started since last week, but I had not been sitting at the nagged bench of mine for more than four days before I started to wander off during break times. Today I had a reason.
It was not like other days.
She had died. Found cold and limp.
I tried not to picture how I had found her.
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Child of the Sea - Chapter 30 - Realization
I flung my hand through the air, aiming to slap him at the chin from where I was balancing at his neck. But just as my hand was about to make contact with the rough, stubbly skin, everything within my vision, every part of him that I was holding onto, seemed to explode into a sea of familiar looking specs.
Not giving rise to a single sound, I was surrounded within the millionth of a second.
It was beautiful. More mesmerizing than anything I had ever laid eyes on.  
I gasped, reaching out to seek stability, but fell to the ground where William had just been sleeping. Everywhere around me, those specs filled my vision, making the fall seem to last for a lifetime. By the next, it was like the whole thing imploded around me, the opposite of what I had just seen.
With a vast speed, it seemed as if every last spec searched itself down and into the palm of my reached out hand. Forming a glowing object within my closing fist.
With a clumsy, and rather fierce impact, I landed on my side in
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Child of the Sea - Chapter 29 - Perplexed
I was perplexed by what I saw and felt how a strange warm sensation crawled up my spine as I watched. The tiny dots of, whatever I was looking at, whirled like dandelion seeds in uneven routes before my eyes. But as I tried to feel the little stream through my fingers, nothing could be read through my sense of touch.
It was as if the specs did not exist to a higher degree than for my eyes to see, with me, being barely enabled to detect  them at all. What were they? My hand traced along my chest, with no success in getting hold of them, nor to keep them from appearing. I could only feel my slightly cold chest against my palm. Nothing more or less.  
Sure, Williams existence was enough to set my idea of reality to the test. But seeing something like what I witnessed at the moment was contradicting reality in a whole new way. Was it witchcraft? Was it coming from me? Then how? Light or matter?
Or even more confusing, why did William find it so appealing? Or did he even know what
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Child of the Sea - Chapter 28 - Energy
Fumbling around in panic, I felt how strong currents grabbed hold of my lower body, forcing me down into the dark turbid waters yet again. Screaming to the sudden increase of pressure which slammed my ears shut, my mind gradually surrendered to the confusion.
I was lost, wherever here was. As if forced into another dimension in which no human belonged, nor a stage to which any human could walk back. We could not survive within these conditions, and only so far could a living being survive underneath these conditions.
With lungs filled with water, I found the short window in time for when a drowning creature could find peace. As if the life spared those few seconds in the end of a life, before the soul were set walking into the next world. My lungs exchanged air to water bit by bit, gradually being filled without my concern as I desperately tried to retake my breaths while calling out his name. Before I knew it, I was floating around in complete darkness, wondering what on earth I had b
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Child of the Sea - Chapter 27 - New Turns
It did not take long until the small lake appeared before us, first viewable as a small pond in between the maze of trees. It was oddly fascinating to see the world from Williams height, but rather scary at the same time. Everything looked so tiny from up where I was being held. Forcing myself in an attempt to picturing myself down there, and how that would look.
It was almost as if I had entered another world. Williams world I reminded myself. Threes taking the proportion of low bushes more than standing as tall trees used to, shading the forest floor. The cold wind which rose above  the treetops rustled my hair once more, creating an even messier state to it. In the end, I had to hold some of it up at my cheek in order to keep it away from my eyes.
I was still leaned against Williams chest when his walk suddenly came to an end, legs still hidden at the end of the forest in between the leaves and twigs. Did he not want to walk anymore? I turned around and looked up at him, being
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Child of the Sea - Chapter 26 - Thoughts
“Jeremy?” I asked after a while filled of silence. “Um… do you think I could take William to the lake?”
“It´s cool if I can´t, since, well if there is people over there. I mean…” I tried, but trailed off eventually. It seemed as if I was asking my dad to take my dog on a walk, which felt remarkably odd in so many different ways. But then again, I needed to do something other than just stay put with him. The lake came in mind and I figured that Jeremy would have the best opinion of how to handle the rather odd situation at hand.
Jeremy was about to pull Rob's arm over his shoulder for support to take him inside as I asked for his advice. He seemed to reflect on my request for a short while, stopping in his step with a thoughtful expression upon his face as he turned. He seemed to be evaluating the situation with great care, and then looked up at me.
“Well I guess that would be fine. I don't really know what to do of everyth
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Child of the Sea - Chapter 25 - Meet William
I frowned and rubbed a hand across my cold face as I woke up for the second time that day. I felt as if someone was pressing my head down against cold wet grass due to a pulsing headache, my body screaming in lack of any will to move. It did not take me long to grasp the fact that I had the ale from Rob and Fenrirs little drinking party yesterday to blame for this awful way to greet the morning sun, which now burned in my sore tired eyes. Even as they were only partly open as I peered up into the blue blurry sky. I was clearly no longer intoxicated, but had passed into the state known a  “hung over”…
“So thats what it feels like… No wonder people are slow the morning after… It feels awful.” I concluded as I felt a burning sensation in my throat. Causing me to turn to the side in order to not choke.
Goosebumps traced my arms. I moaned and pulled my legs up for warmth, but as I stopped my complains, the sound still lingered. Slowly growing i
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Child of the Sea - Chapter 24 - Unthoughtful
It was not anger which masked the face of the child's father, neither was it purely fear. It was the face of a pleading, wary man, yet one who put up the facade of determination as he held his ground even as he had been discovered. Looking William dead in the eye from down there without even as much as flinching as their eyes met.
Williams mind was nothing but blank. He knew that he was the one responsible, but how could he fix what was broken. The man did not look as if he had much of an ear for apologies at the moment. But even if he had been, William was not much of a talent at speeches. Well known by now.
He lowered his hands with great care, as he finally felt the tiny nestling switch her position in the middle of his palms. Drawing back his attention to her, away from the waiting parent standing in the grass just some few feets away. As his eyes locked with the almond ones, sorrow for his action forced him too face the ground instead.  She was literally the size of his pinky
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Thorns (G/t) Chapter 1
Something was different today.
I could feel it welling up in my bones.
I was staring out from our sunroom at the edge of the house facing the backyard, the walls entirely made up of windows, and that's when I felt it. This stirring in my ribs, all this built up energy that was pushing me towards....the woods.
Why the woods? I had never traveled back there...well not completely. When I was younger my little 5 year old feet had managed to crawl themselves over the fence in a spur of exploration, only to be stopped by my dads arms before my legs had hit the ground.
"You can never go back there, Rose." He had told me.
"It's forbidden property. You wouldn't want to get yelled at by the neighbors, would you?"
My chubby toddler cheeks quickly nodded, terrified of the mysterious neighbors my dad had always told me about above the hill next to us that owned those woods. He smiled with relief, pushing blonde hair away from my eyes.
I had never met them, and I never really wanted too.
But here I
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The Lost and Found || 1
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    The sweat pouring off my skin, the roar of the crowd after we finish a set—that’s the stuff I live for.  Onstage is one of the few places I can be myself. I get so deeply enveloped in the music that I forget about everything else. Nothing else matters in those much too short moments.
            Onstage, my bass becomes like a fifth appendage to me- I can feel every chord ripple throughout my body. I’ve spent more hours with the thing than most of the girlfriends I’ve had, something I’m not ashamed to admit. The music’s so ingrained in me that I don’t think I could forget it if I tried.
             At the ripe age of twenty, I’m the lead singer and bass player of the Lost and Found—a rising indie rock band. We’re not huge
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A New Start
Starting at a new high school at the beginning of junior year was difficult for any teenage girl.
Especially if that school was newly integrated.
Nora shook awake at the vicious sound of a car alarm, no wait- that was just her exceedingly obnoxious alarm clock. Groaning in reluctance, she forced her sparkling green eyes to open and slam the snooze button on her alarm clock. She let out a sigh of relief, she could spare another few minutes to rest her eyes.
A few seconds later, her door swung open and her Mom (who was an exceedingly peppy morning person) ran over and excitedly shook her daughter awake. “Eleanor! It’s time for your first day of school.” She squealed eagerly.
Her daughter let out an audible groan, “Mom, one it’s Nora. Two, it’s only six I have another thirty minutes before I actually have to get up. And three, you are way too freaking loud in the morning.” She shoved her face back into her pillow and immediately began to snore.
Je
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A Borrower GT 1
Oliver continued on, he was all scraped up, muddy, he was hungry, and was extremely cold. He just wanted his family.
He had been walking for so long, he had barely stopped, sleep was impossible. Two days ago Oliver's family was attacked by a dog. He escaped, but his parents and brother weren't so lucky. It was night again, he was so tired. He wanted to rest, but froze when he heard noise. But it wasn't like anything he'd ever heard before, there was rumbling, beeping, and people talking. Oliver almost cried in relief, borrowers, he found borrowers! But they were too loud to be borrowers. He ran through a bush and into a clearing. Oliver froze.
Giants. There were giants everywhere. With a shriek he realized that they were humans. He scrambled back only to trip over a loose rock. Suddenly a human's foot started to come down on top of him, "Stop! Please don't step on me!" Oliver cried. The foot froze mid air. Oliver curled up into a ball. The foot retreated  and the human kneeled dow
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Fairy Tales: Bowman of Wellwood - 1
“Bowman, wake up!”  The voice pulled me out of my dreams abruptly, dragging me out of sleep with an iron grip.  “It’s morning!”  I blinked bright green eyes before squinting at the vague shape standing next to my bed.  At first, the only indication I gave her that I had heard was a disgruntled groan.  As the young girl came into focus, I saw that she had her hands placed on her hips, her mouth set with determination.  She wasn't about to be scared off.
“Whaaaa’?” I mumbled, barely able to keep my eyes open.  “Go ‘way.  Sleep.”  I didn't wait for her reply before promptly turning over and pulling my thin blanket over my head, hiding my mess of dark green hair from her view.
I heard her stomp a little foot.  “But Bowmaaaan!  Sleepyhead boy!” she whined.  I could no longer ignore her when she insistently began shaking my shoulder.  “Mama says
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A Little More Trust Cpt. 1
Control. To Colfax, it was a precious commodity. Control over his environment, control over his resources, control over every single pattern of his life. He often told himself that in many cases, being in control of his situation was more important than anything else. It tended to make him a cold, calculating person, and the solitary life of a viri suited him to a T.
Colfax heard the signs of the second wave of morning classes getting out. That meant that the halls of the university building would soon be filling with college students. He sighed and glanced at the door of the supply closet. He'd restocked his bag with new safety pins, some string, and some cotton. He stood up and walked to the edge of the shelf, where his grappling line fashioned out of a large safety pin and some twine was still hooked into the plastic.
No one ever came into the supply closet during the day, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. Colfax quickly made his way to the floor, ready to hide
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Misplaced: Chapter 1 Part 1
The 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
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Pumpernickel Magic: Day 1-Dimension Hopping Pt.1
He remembered those last thirteen minutes with the utmost clarity than he had remembered anything that happened in his life with such accuracy. 
The energy drink had finally wore off and he felt the after-effects of it full force. 
He felt his eyes droop and then loudly yawned, swiveling in his chair behind the counter. The motion didn't help him wake up at all, as he propped his arms up on the counter, resting his head on them as he sullenly looked out the window. The sun was setting, painting the sky several hues of orange, violet and pink. The ground was still wet from the afternoon rain, and he could hear the constant dripping from the old, drainage pipe outside. 
He hated Tuesdays. 
Mondays were the worse, but Tuesdays, for some reason tended to feel worse, as weird as it sounded. 
Probably because at least everyone hated Mondays, so no one expected much. They signaled the beginning of a work week. They had meaning. Tuesdays were just awkward though
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Wander || Chapter 1
"God…" Jude sucked in air sharply.
He ran a hand through his short golden brown hair and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain. His arm was killing him. He had mentally bashed himself for three days now- for reaching for the wrong rock in climbing the mountain face. The jagged rock left a nasty gash in his arm. He had bandaged it up to the best of his abilities, but his job involved camping out in the deep of woods many a night, and the lack of proper sanitation was taking its toll. When the sun began to sink in the sky, he removed his camouflage and started a small fire. Leaning back against a sequoia, Jude unraveled the dirty strip of bandage and groaned.
"Oh that is definitely infected..."
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For many, life on the road sucked complete and utter ass. And Penelope was no different in that opinion. Pen liked warm beds with roaring hearths crackling with fragrant alpine logs that smelled of heavy wood and sap and moss. She liked her warm, woolen blanket, a thick piece she'
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Ro and Nathan 1
The college cafeteria was nearly empty, only a few students still loitering over their meals to avoid the inevitable studying that marked the end of the school year. Many of them talked about the dreaded finals, but a few were already discussing their plans for the summer. Each group seemed lost in their own discussions, oblivious to the low level of noise created by the other conversations. This was particularly true for a duo of young men sitting across from each other at a small table. They were second years and almost brothers despite their vastly different appearances. The shorter of the two appeared to be of Pacific Islander descent with perpetually tan skin, dark hair, and dark, slanted eyes. The other, though, was pure Caucasian. His longer, dark blonde hair had the barest hint of a wave, and his eyes were a deep, luscious blue. Whereas his shorter companion stood a mere 5’3”, the blonde was an even six feet and built like a basketball player. The other, however, wa
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The Giant and the Zookeeper - Chapter 1
Amelia had done it.
She walked shakily up to the podium in the large hall filled with people.
Her silk gown kept slipping off her shoulders and her hat tipped too far forward down her head but she didn't care.
She had finally graduated as a certified Zoologist. She shook the hand of the man whose name she'd forgotten and grasped the document he handed her in a shaky fist.
He gave her a well practice smile and she looked out into the crowed, not even being able to see her family because of the bright lights shining at her and all the cameras began to flash rapidly.
"Miss Amelia Thompson!" The man said proudly and that was her cue to walk down the other side of the stage.
She looked down as her heels clinked along the steps and her brain went along a million miles an hour, but one voice was clear.
"Time to get a job" rang in her ears.
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Amelia spent months after her graduation trying to get a job at the right zoo, but she could never settle. She worked all over the state in diff
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Gotcha, Little Guy! (Part 3)
Babysitting-wise, this wasn’t David’s first rodeo. He’d watched kids for friends and neighbors in the past, so he was prepared to go through a few obligatory rituals: He talked about safety, about how the boys’ mother expected them to behave, and then he submitted himself to a short tour of the house before sitting down and discussing what the kids could do during his visit.
Of course, all of this was done from the surreal vantage point of being snatched up and passed between squeezes from tree-trunk-like fingers on an extended roller coaster ride around rooms bigger than airplane hangars during a barrage of questions and loud, hyperactive conversation. At least Cade had asked politely before picking him up and starting the ordeal. Conor was a little less polite when he would leave David out of the decision making while whining at his brother to “give him a turn.”
In a span of the first 45-or-so minutes — the most nerve-wracking 45 minutes of D
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Fearless: Chapter Five
Evric had just switched the lights off and turned the TV on with a low volume when he heard the turn of the front doorknob. Knowing that his mom would probably have something to say as soon as she entered, he ran to the entry way and opened the door for her, whispering loudly.
“Hey, try not to wake Ellie up,” he articulated, grabbing the huge paper sacks that his mother was carrying. The brown-haired woman looked at him in confusion but stayed quiet, handing off the groceries to her much taller son and following him to the kitchen table.
“Ellie?” She spoke with care. “Do you have a girlfriend or something?”
“No, mom,” Evric felt his cheeks burning – did he have a crush on a human...? “She’s just a friend from school. She needs a place to stay for the night and she fell asleep on the couch.”
Already, his mom was peeking across the hall from doorway to doorway, eyes on the sofa. “Is she in the bathroom?”
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Holding Collette: Chapter Three
Holding Collette:  Chapter Three
Several weeks went by and the two continued to text back and forth.  Dallas was nervous that by admitting he was lonely that the stranger would stop talking to him, but the following morning his heart was set at ease as he turned on his phone to see if Collette had texted him back.
I’m lonely too.  So much that I bet you couldn’t even understand.
He wanted to sing.  This girl…she hadn’t laughed at him or told him to cheer up.  For weeks, even days after his mother had passed so many of his friends had told him to get over it or understand that death is simply another part of life.  Like he didn’t know that.  But it was one thing to preach and listen, it was quite another to go through such a hardship.  Collette’s answer had pleasantly surprised him, and even his father had asked him, “what the hell are you smiling about?” when he saw him a few days later.
It was ama
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Overprotective Sixteen
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As the diner continued to fill, I grew more and more restless.  I knew that Cohawk was a bit of a walk for a giant, but it felt like I had been waiting forever.  Viv kept an eye on me as best she could, but as the hostess of the diner, she had to leave me once in awhile.  I couldn't help but steal looks over towards the top of Luke's blond head.  I wished he wasn't such a jerk.  Maybe waiting with him would have been better than waiting at the front of a busy diner for giants.
“Come on, Ronan,” I muttered.
“Is he your boyfriend?”
I glanced up at Viv who was smiling as she reorganized the menus.  “Huh?”
“The one you're waiting for.  Is he your boyfriend?”
“He's a giant,” I said matter-of-factly.
She nodded.  “Oh yeah!” She giggled.  “I forgot.  Of course he's not.”  She turned back to the menus, ignoring my reddened face.
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I´m so darn frustraited CURSE YOU! It´s like when I draw scetches, Micah and William looks completely different (like, a different person) than when I´m "done" with a picture. Personally, I like the scetches more... dammit.  
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I desperately tried not to reflect on my state for the time being, but once my stomach gave away a long and fully audible growl, I stopped in my tracks. Hugging myself, I found it hard to walk any further at the moment, and so stopped just a few feet away from the quilt in which I had spent the night.

I moaned in pain as the hurtful feeling lingered within me. It did not seem eager to let go of my attention anytime soon. To be fair though, I had only managed to eat some crumbles up until now. For the time of which I could remember anything at all, I reminded myself. All of this was just so strange. Imposing and scary.

Even though I was still alive and the giant man had not squashed or eaten me as I fell asleep in the completely wrong area, I was only barely alive anyway. The rushes of adrenaline seemed to be what kept me going ever since I got into this confusing mess, but the more frequently they appeared, the less I could rely on them to save my skin.

I hugged my knees, tail sticking out behind me without even a twitch as I tried to focus on the noises around me. Still out in the open.

The giant was still occupied by something out in the other room, and did not move in my direction as it seemed. I would have been able to easily tell if he was heading my way both by noises and my close proximity to the floor and its vibrations. He was a heavy creature, and the weight of him moving around echoed through the wooden floor.

I was still stuck in the plaster, not being as flexible as before, but it seemed to be supporting me in a way which did not feel to bad now that I began to think of it as less of an intruding object. It covered a great part of my upper body in a way which was a bit excessive though... However, since this was the giants doing, I guessed that I could work with it. With those large hands, I had to remind myself that I hadn't even woken up last night as he patched me up. Maybe there was some way in which he could be handy.

Small shivers and some rocky movements through the tip of my tail gave away the unpleasant thought. I tried to let it flow off my shoulders and pretend that it did not bother me, but no. It did bother me, quite a lot.

I wiped away some tears which seemed to have fallen due to my hungering state, and slowly got up onto my feet again. Holding my hands out for balance as my low blood pressure lurked in the back of my head, I looked over to the slightly open door and made a rational decision. I was blinded by my own hunger, and had some vague idea of being able to find something to eat out there in the kitchen area. Since the giant was moving around out there, and if he kept his routine, there would be food. Maybe he would drop something… If only just a little. I did not even think of the danger I was walking into by putting myself out in the open. Not even after what had passed during the last 12, or so, hours.

I wobbled closer to the door, leaning against it as I got around its side and over the doorstep. I could still hear him fiddling around with something. Opening the fridge, preparing something near the sink. I only noticed the fact that I had walked straight out onto kitchen floor once the trembles of his moving steps became to noticeable.

Looking up to my right, he was towering up next to the countertop, like I had imagined. But unlike a moment ago, I regained my senses and froze. What on earth was I doing out in the open!? How could I be so thoughtless? Was hunger really that powerful in the end?

My mind screamed for me to run. To hide wherever I could possible reach safety from this dangerous creature. But my legs betrayed me.

It was as if all of me just gave up at that exact moment. As if the adrenaline rush had punctured my lungs and limbs instead of giving them the boost needed for survival.

I recalled some animals, from a part of my memory which was only a faded grey for the rest of it, that seemed so utterly useless at surviving. Animals which instead of running only lay down in the grass as accepted their fate. How stupid. But here I was, not being able to do much else than those creatures which I had once mocked.

The tremors grew stronger underneath me, and I could hear the gigantic creatures booming voice up above. Of Course I had been spotted within seconds. What did I expect. But I was never the less expressionless as a sheet. I had stopped functioning, completely. As if I had lost my consciousness, or at least willpower to act.

I sat there, arms to my sides. Tail completely still along my side. Not a single twitch.

If this was my end, then so be it. I had been given a chance to save myself, and I had failed to take control to survive. It was only fair. Selection of the fittest.  

I was falling deeper into his large shadow as his knees struck down in front of me. He seemed to be leaned over me, but all I could see was my own pathetic nature. I honestly did not care of whatever he was going to do to me right now. If only he could end it sooner…

a large finger reached in for me, as I stared through the wall of flesh and cloth before me. Even as the cold thick liquid met with my lips, it took a while for me until I could feel the taste. I had no intention to wipe it away, and so, the sudden smear across my lips were registered as something sweet and lovely. It seemed to break open the blankness of my mind only by the soft taste at the tip of my tongue.

I licked my lips slowly and savoured the taste, the fruity sweet taste, until my shell cracked open. As if I had never seen food before in my life, I crawled up to the cap of smoothie-like fruitiness and ate as if my life depended on it. Which, as I had to admit to myself, it actually did.

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John had been puzzled for awhile on what to offer the little creature for breakfast for a while until he settled with a nice, partly homemade smoothie. Since it seemed to resemble a hummingbird so much, he had to admit that something like sugar water or juice seemed quite accurate. Also, if it had not been eating for a while, then something like bread or pieces of fruit would probably come up again… It needed to be full of energy, jet soft for what seemed to be a starved tummy. What else would he have been eating within John's apartment. Surely it was starved.

Protein was surely also good for it, so he started of with some powder he was usually mixing for himself. It would probably be a nice boost. Good for the sake of healing those wounds also.

He was mixing some bananas and some grapes which he had in the fridge while thinking of the fact that he needed to clean and change the plaster as soon as possible. It looked quite gruesome the day before, so he could not take the responsibility lightly if he were to pull this off.

Once turning back to the refrigerator, a small form got stuck in the side of his vision. So he turned, and paused himself reaching for the handle. He could almost not believe what he was seeing. As if it was still something out of a fiction tale. But no, Humming was right there. Just in the middle between the bedroom door and one of the kitchen stools.

“Well hello there” John tried with a calm and soothing voice. Just like one would normally do once calling for the attention of a scared inferior animal. Which the little hummingbird-boy seemed nothing more or less than at the moment.

“I made you some breakfast if you'd like some. I was thinking that maybe…” John began but trailed off. He was stuck at the thought of how to offer him his energy rich little creation.

“Maybe this will do…” He said more to himself than to Humming, and removed the grey cap from a soda bottle he drank the day before. Only a quick wash up was needed and so he was pouring some smoothie into it by the help of a teaspoon.

“There” He said once pleased with his work. It had to do for now.

John walked slowly towards the puny little boyish creature, and leaned down to offer his cap. However, not a single response was made by him. Not even once he sat down just in front of him. It was nothing like before. Last night, he had been running for dear life from John, but now?

A part of John wished or the little creature to not be frightened any longer, as he was sleeping in such a relaxed way earlier. But it did not matter what he wanted, now once he had gotten closer and leaned in for a morning inspection, he could tell that it was a shock state more than acceptance.

John signed. He wanted to be the good guy in this situation, and maybe he was. But clearly he was not to the mind of Humming…

“Am I really that scary…” He whispered and got down on his elbows. He wanted to study the expression of the tiny little creature. To see if he was responding at all. But no. Not a single motion. It did not even look as if those specs of irises moved as he was closing in on him. He was, without doubt, surrendering.

“I´m so, so sorry little guy, but I need you to.. you know, eat some of this anyway…”

John was not feeling proud of what he did after, but nevertheless, he needed some response.

“Please..?” He tried.

With one finger, he was offering a droplet of fruit to the lips of the little boy. Dwarfing him by reaching for him with only a finger extended, John felt as if he could see the situation the other way around quite clearly. He was the monster. It was because of him that Humming was giving up like this.

What had he expected of him to do? John had only helped him. Patched up his wounds, offered him a comfortable night of sleep. Stayed with him all night for protection. How could he be the bad guy in this situation.

The thought really pained him. But as he began to retreat, a small movement could be seen.

“Humming..?”

As sudden as he had been out there on the floor, by Johns standards, did the small creature flung himself towards the cap within his hands.

John almost flinched back as those small hands reached and trailed their way up in his palm, not sure if he was under attack of a ferocious little beast or simply used as a ladder in order for the little creature to reach the cap.

He had to stifle a laughter as he saw the little boy swing the tail back and forth like an excited dog as he ate. Leand over the cap as sipping from his hands. Even so, he reminded himself that it was nothing to laugh about, as the terrified little creature had even surrendered to him out of hunger. Surely it was not something to take on easily. No, it seemed as if he had never seen food before. Even though he had been trying to feed him some orange juice last night.

Instinctively, his other hand ruched for aid once Humming began coughing all of a sudden. He was eating way too fast. Surely something like this was gentle for the stomach, but he needed to calm down if he were to keep it in either way.

“Now now, there, stop, calm down a little Hummy. You will just drown if you continue like that” John tried and got one finger in between the cap and Humming, carefully lifting him away a little bit so that he could breathe a little.

He gasped. More surprised than hurt, once those razor sharp teeth sunk into his pointer.
Scissor - Chapter 7
Lets try to see if I can get this one going again I am a dummy!  
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My grandmother had just passed away that morning, leaving me and my dad as the only ones left of our family. Mum and everything she ment had left while I was still a kid, and no siblings were there for my support. It was just me, and my dad. A middle aged fisher, with a sooned out son. Good for nothing.

To be honest, it might be because of my age, not my effort, that I could do very little to help him provide us. I was only seven at the time. Just a kid who did not want to enter school.

I just wanted to sit at the beach and look at the boats out there. Picturing myself on one of them. Going somewhere no one had ever gone before. I had an adventurous mind, but was shy when it came to others.

School had been started since last week, but I had not been sitting at the nagged bench of mine for more than four days before I started to wander off during break times. Today I had a reason.

It was not like other days.

She had died. Found cold and limp.

I tried not to picture how I had found her. Too scared of the thought. But I was just a kid. I could do nothing more than to let the picture burn my license until my father came and dragged me out of there.

A picture that I would never forget. The truth of that death was real.

I stared out at the few boats at the horizon. Watching the men throw their nets. Heavy work for anyone.

What kept them going? Why work. Why try, if all we were was wandering clocks. Just waiting for the pointers to stop ticking. What was life supposed to end so abruptly after such effort to keep it going?

One did never walk back from death. The best we could do is to keep life going as far as we can, until the end was unavoidable, my father had told me that morning. Because what comes after, no one can tell.

That was maybe what scared me the most. What happened to grandmother. Where was she now? Was she alright or just… gone? I could not even picture an end to life. Just as little as I could picture what the astronomer told us about a never ending world, surrounding my own. In everything else than life, I could only picture an end.

There had to be a wall somewhere in space, just as much as life had to live on even after the body had stiffened.

Deep thought for a kid. Maybe that was why I had few friends in school. Maybe they were scared of me. Not that I blamed them.

I was fine on my own. That way I did not have to attend pointless meetings or pretend as if everything was fine. Why smile? I did not understand how the other kids could just live on and not see what was coming for us. What came for granny. What would soon take my dad away.

A tear traced the side of my cheek. Immediately wiped away by the back of my hand.

It was useless though since they just kept coming, soaking my sleeves and dampen my face. Cheeks soon swollen and red.

I threw a rock in frustration. Disappearing into the murky water with a small flop.

My eyes lingered where the stone had disappeared. uncertain of what was floating at the surface.

A small splash gave away the presence of a stuck fish at what had to be a lost net. A Ghostnet. Father always told me about nets getting stuck at the seabed, forced to be cut loose and so serving as a deathtrap to fishes for many years ahead. It was a true problem for nature, but most fishermen did not care, or had any other choice than to cut it loose or get their huge net rollers damaged.

A damaged roll was a useless boat. A hungry family.

I eyed the net for a short while, until I found myself wandering into the shallow water.

Sand was forcing its way through my toes, and it did not take long until I were unable to see them. It was just that much algae in the water at this part of autumn. Red ones. Which made the water look like a mix of blood and dirt, with the smell of putrefaction.

How could any fish live in this bay at this time? Sure thing, I was not up for a bath more than anyone else. But the dying fish, stuck in a net created by one of my own kind, seemed to call for me.

I reached it in no time, surprised at the depth where I stood.

It reached my waist, waived painting the lowest part of my grey t-shirt with a brown mucus of died microscopic plant gametes.

I reached for the fish, brown and red as the rest of the surface, and began to free the fins from the thin netting.

Tiny loops of net had entangled the fish so badly that it was difficult to separate the living tissue from the threads. I slipped repetitively, almost dropping the fish a few times until its movements decreased.

It made it so much easier to work on the net once it had stilled its movements. The kid I was did not realize that it was stiff for a reason until I had it freely floating at the surface.

It was about 5 inches long, with a peculiar shape to it. But the algae made sure I could not spot which specie it belonged to, not that I knew many species. This was the sea after all. It had a million of different species. I knew of maybe twenty or so, mainly thanks to my father's enthusiasm.

Just like grandma, I thought to myself. Dead.

smothered by algae and netting. What was the point in trying. All I had done was to free a dead fish and gotten my clothes dirtier than what my father had time for.

I was not good at cleaning either…

I signed, grabbing the base of its tail and pulled it closer to the shore. Partly emerged by the water, I walked up to where the water was shallow enough for me to sit, and began to clear a bit of the surface.

Splashing my hands in a rhythmic manner, I managed to clear up a round hole where I sat, and then pulled the fish out into the cleaned area.

It was still limp and brown. Fins stuck at its sides as the tough slime had gotten deeper into its own natural mucus.

Trying to scrape the slime away, I cleared a bit of its scales and looked in awe at the mixture of blues and whites. As clear as a gem.

I could not recall the color of this fish, so it got my curiosity going. I needed to see for myself what it was.

It hung in a peculiar way over the back of my hand as its lower part received treatment. Holding it more or less above the surface now, I had to push away algae from time to time in order to allow myself clean water to clean it up with.  

More blue, and some thin black stripes. I damaged some of its fins though as I eagerly tried to spot their color. But what I soon found out was that most of the lattermost fins were transparent. Only a hint of white circled its base, which quickly disappeared into fins as transparent as glas.

A coughing sound stopped my effort, and I lifted the small fish up higher to free its branchiae. It needed fresh water to circulate through them if it, however unlikely, decided to live. Peculiar thing though, I could not find any.

I knew by heart that they were supported to be located just above the pectoral fins. But I saw nothing. Pulling my fingers with nails first, I got hold of nothing at all.

I frowned and removed some blond hair from my eyes, painting it red, and lowered the fish again.

This time there was way more life to it than before, almost making me lose it.

Both hands pulled it closer again, and once I lifted it up again, two icy white eyes stared into my own.

Both of us froze.

Me, holding the creature by its fishy back tail, upside down for all I knew. And… “it” staring up at me as if I was the scariest thing it had ever laid eyes on. Tiny arms covering its upper body… the form of a tiny person.

It was as if the fish lost its scales the further towards its head they got, turning into white, almost pink skin. Draped by long and silky hair, which still had some brown slime stuck in between the strands.

Hands… the size of my thumbnail. Fingers… palms. Arms which were not thicker than a hook.

It was hyperventilating, but maybe I was to.

Both of us were scared at the moment. No one of us were ready for this. A seven year old human, holding a tiny… fish, thing… like this. Staring deeply into one and other's eyes. Not really sure of who were the most terrified by their weight.

The fish-thing soon had to look away, as brown slime poured out from its lips.

It coughed violently and brought the tiny arms up against its chest. panting as the lungs got more and more air through.

I could find no gills, since there were no gills to find. This thing breathed air.

I was just about to let go of it. To give in to my fright, when the small body turned limp yet again. A small squeak or air escaping from its nose made me realize that I had to make a decision.

If I let it back in the water, it would drown. If I placed it on the beach, it would dry. If I told my dad, he would never believe me. Or worse, sell it off as it seemingly was a rare catch.

I pulled some of the white hair to the side, to see if it was really out.

Its tiny face came clear. Looking almost too human to be true with the cheeks, the chin, lips and everything looking just like my own. Just, incredibly small. The ears looked to be somewhat pontier than my own though, and recalling the color of its eyes, that was something else which was not the tiniest bit human.

A thin torso with arms hanging limp to its sides, with an increasingly lighter color to it. Scales trailed its back, where the middle of what I could consider humanlike back, gave rice to a long and thin fin.

The thickest part of it was just where the hip met with scales and two pelvic fins.

Once trying to remove some of the algae at its chest, I noticed two more. Tinier than the hinder ones.

I was curious, yet scared. Not that I seemed to have much to be scared about. Could I even have a rational though at my age? Well sure I could, because it was me. Any other kid would throw it back or begin to pull at the pelvic fins to see if they would loose or not, as the creature seemed somewhat dead.

The miniscule ribcage was rising slowly at times, which indicated that it was still alive.

Scared of its possibly sharp teeth, I got up and waded further towards the wharf with it lying at its back in my arms. Almost as if carrying a rabbit or cat. Only, smaller.

It weighed about the same as an average perch, but felt completely different.  

The sun dried the brown mess into my clothes as I walked across the sand, and just as I pleased, there was a small collection of buckets and other boat equipment lying underneath the wooden bridge.

Just what I needed. For now, at least.

I forced the bucked deep into the water to collect clean  seawater, and put a small piece of kelp into it before lowering the delicate creature.

I almost dropped it, as its fishy-alike slipperiness had returned. Not dried in the sun during such a short journey.

I stared down into the bucket at the motionless being. Fascinated by its strange features and decided that I had only one or two options ahead.

Keep it underneath the wharf, in shade, and realise it once it had come too. Or to bring it home with me and keep it in my room, feeding it and nursing it until it was good enough to be released again.  

To be honest, I might have picked the first option, looking back at the event from this day. But any kid that age would go for that I did. I brought it home. Not knowing what consequence it would have on the future.
I flung my hand through the air, aiming to slap him at the chin from where I was balancing at his neck. But just as my hand was about to make contact with the rough, stubbly skin, everything within my vision, every part of him that I was holding onto, seemed to explode into a sea of familiar looking specs.

Not giving rise to a single sound, I was surrounded within the millionth of a second.

It was beautiful. More mesmerizing than anything I had ever laid eyes on.  

I gasped, reaching out to seek stability, but fell to the ground where William had just been sleeping. Everywhere around me, those specs filled my vision, making the fall seem to last for a lifetime. By the next, it was like the whole thing imploded around me, the opposite of what I had just seen.

With a vast speed, it seemed as if every last spec searched itself down and into the palm of my reached out hand. Forming a glowing object within my closing fist.

With a clumsy, and rather fierce impact, I landed on my side in the soft, jet firm grass. Losing a bit of air as I fell for the hundredth of times, I saw how the last specs disappeared between my fingers before my eyes shut to the pain at my elbow.

I moaned in agony, and soon felt the presence of a familiar character at my side. Lifting me up underneath my arms.

Right, run. We were in a hurry.

Stumbling on my own two feet, we had to leave whatever we had left behind at the beach, and ran for the woods. Rob supporting my side for the first couple of yards until I could carry my own weight.

With hands pressed against my thorax, I trailed after my friend. Not speaking a word of what had just happened.

What had just happened?

How could I know?

But a part of me felt as if William was safe. That this was the way it was all meant to happen, however weird that sounded. Not a single part of me wanted to turn around, or felt as if something was out of the plan. I just needed to follow Rob deeper into the forest as quickly as possible.

About 4-500 meters into the forest, my stamina called for a pause. Jogging the last bit, Rob had picked up on my decline in speed, and turned around to check on me.

He laid a hand on my shoulder and then ruffled my hair as to call for my attention. To tell me that I had done well.

“That was some badass stunt you threw out there. Saved us both you know.” He spoke, in a surprisingly calm voice.

Even though he was scared and had a heart running on the highest speed, I felt how he tried to play it off with sturdy, supportive gestures. He was so obviously hiding his own emotions for my sake.

My attention was drifting in between Rob, the clattering hooves from horses which riders had led them out into the open grassland by now, but then eventually down to my cupped hands.

I looked up at Rob, who was leaning over me slightly. Eager to get a glimpse of that I hid and a given to the fact that he was way much taller than me, even though he had nothing on Fenrir's height. Looking down to where I was focusing myself, both of us could not resist to keep our breaths while I unfolded the warm object, still keeping it close to my chest. As if something would suddenly pop out of there.

My jaw hung open to the sensation of having small fingers stroke my palms. The hair was scattered out at the base of my fingers, with a familiar, brown color to it. Still fast asleep. But so impossibly tiny. As if every limb was nothing more than toothpicks, or made up of tiny twigs.

Yawning, a small squeaky noice gave away that the creature was still alive and well. And almost on command, I held the barely 3 inch of him against my chest again. Protectively.

I could barely believe my eyes.

I looked up at Robs amazed expression. Eyes stuck on my hands even as he was covered up once more. Not really knowing what to make of it.

I had NO idea what had just happened.  

“Guess our wish came true.” Rob stated. As if answering my though.

“It´s… William.” I said. In a whisper of doubt. As if trying to answer what both of us was thinking of.

“William huh…” Rob answered. “Guess all three of us got away then.”

“What a fucked up world I live in…” He said and widrew his hand from my black, sundried hair, to scratch himself at the back of his head.

“Ain´t got time to think more of it, than that whatever the fuck you did, worked.”

“Now, let's get out of here.”

He turned his heals. Pushing at my back as if to tell me to get going, which I did. Even though my mind was clearly elsewhere.

With my eyes falling back down to the faint sensation of Williams miniscule form, leaning against my chest, I followed Rob through the last part of our unmarked trail.

We didn't have time.

Flashes of a reached out hand, and an almost alien yet familiar man, found its way back to my mind. I had not understood what had happened, and so I played it off as a stranger. As a repressed memory. But as I followed Rob, leaving my mind to reflect on it's own, it sort of struck me. It was William.

He was the one who had saved me from drowning. He was the one who had disappeared, yet not at all.

He had been… normal.

Was this my own doing? Or his.

Could I have been the cause of that..? Of this?

I had wished for him to hide, to disappear so that we could be able to hide. And, well, he had.

I also wished to be able to hug him, just once, back there. So badly wanting a normal, warm hug from him. Then that thing happened. Scared the shit out of me, I recalled.

It started to clear up. It was almost as if everything… made sense. All of a sudden.

He was never gone. Neither of the times. He was right there. Right here, within my hands. An interesting shift. As if changing places with myself.

But why now? Why not before?

Had anything changed? ...Had I done something wrong?

My eyes wandered restlessly from tree to tree as we closed in on the little family's backyard. Still hidden behind bushes, I felt how William, however tiny one could be, started to get too.

I felt how he pushed his back against my palms, which still held him tightly against me, and how the miniature hands trailed my own. He probably wanted to see what was going on out here, so I let my hands fall back a little.

As he scanned his surroundings with those blue eyes of his, I could not resist to bend a finger into pet his back. To stroke the side of his face and make sure that he was in safe hands. Well. Literally.

He did not seem to be as spooked by what was going on as I was, but still a bit tense.

He looked up at Rob with a puzzled, regretful expression. Quickly wandering away from whatever thought pained him. Once He had the back of one of my pointers against his cheek, he looked back, right up at me. Mouth slightly agape in what seemed to be fascination. Then came a heartwarming smile.  

I smiled warmly back at him, whispering that everything was allright. Even though I had no idea if that was true or not.

I could never had imagined him to be this cute. Sure, I enjoyed his looks, But this tiny state made him right about the cutest thing ever. The tiny fingers. Light, bare feet with puny little toes, supporting the slightly trembling pixie upon my palms. That tiny nose of his… I just wanted to nuzzle him by all my might. Even more as he spoke my name in that squeaking, careful and cautious voice of his.

He reached up towards my face as I awed his state, and let his place his hand against the tip of my nose as I chuckled. Everything so familiar, yet completely new.    

He could not have weighed more than a few grapes. Maybe a plum.  

“You know it's not a lemming you got there, right?” Rob said, with a surprisingly loud voice as he intentionally broke the heartwarming moment.

I looked up at him. Sitting just infront of me now, eyes at the open area at the other side. As I did not respond, but instead gave him a sheepish snub, he looked at me. Smile as wide as ever as he got me irritated so easily.

“Good thing he isn´t the human-eating size anymore.” Rob snapped suddenly. Making me cover William a little bit more, pulling him closer to myself.

“I almost like him in this size.”

I eyed him. Not really sure if I could trust him or not.

He had his reasons, and so did I.

“Just kidding. No, not really. But seriously. I have no idea how you can stand to be near that thing. It's weird as hell. That's what it is.”

“It´s not normal.”  

It might not have been his intention, but that last part really hurt. It was not as if I had wanted any of this to happen. I had not wanted to be thrown down into that excavation pit, or to experience any of the dangerous, foreign things that had followed afterwards.

But sometimes one could not pic the path as they pleased. Sometimes people just had to deal with what was given to them the best they could, cause nothing would change if they didn´t.

Instead of raging back at him, I felt how my old self found its way through. The person I so badly didn't want to return to.

I kept my silence. I let the words get to me. To William, who I hoped did not understand what Rob had just said.

“It's not like I have a choice. He needs me.” I tried and looked down into Wills blue orbs. He was looking up at me as he seemed to be petting my thumb for comfort.

Rob was not listening. Pretending to focus at the few soldiers who were talking with Jeremy near their storehouse.

It seemed to go well. No one seemed eager to hurt him, and hopefully Anna was indoors with Moss.

He could hear her bark at the door.

I let myself fall back with great care and let one hand supported me from behind. It was tiring to sit crunched like that. The other hand desperately tried to ensure that William did not climb or fell.

Last thing I needed was to go looking for him. But he seemed eager to climb higher for a reason I did not know.

“I should just leave.”

I could barely believe in my own words. I did not want to abandon them all. But maybe I needed to. For their safety.

Rob just looked down at me. At William, who was climbing at my neck by now. I had my hand somewhat around his waist, insisting on him to stay put. Feeling how his struggles were nothing for the means of my own strength, I could somewhat get an idea of how his world looked in daily basis.

Everything had to be so, so small. I was small… normally. Even tinier than he was now. No wonder he had troubles sometimes when handling me…

“Well. Whatever you choose. It´s either run or hide now.” He answered back after a long period of reflecting on the situation. Still looking out to the open, carefully keeping himself low enough for the leaves to hide him.

“Your mess, your duty to clean up I guess. But I cannot have you wandering off just like that. It´s not right.” He signed and handed over his sweater. Reminding myself that my shirt was still at the bench, I pulled it over myself without dragging out the details further.

“It's just… They will still follow you. Follow him, you know. Makes no difference where you go I guess.” Rob remarked and looked down at William. Maybe not realizing what disgusted expression he had painted across his face.

“Can't you just give it back? They are after him right. Not you.”

Our eyes meet.

As my breathing ragged up my hands cupped around William even tighter than before, and I got to my feet before I was dragged down with immense force. Scraping my knees at the rough forest floor.  

Rob gave me the evil eye as I hunched down. A bit scared by now. Rob was acting irrational.

“William is a PERSON. He needs me Rob. I would never… I could never just let him go and wander off thinking that was the right decision.” I hissed.

“Thought you knew that by now.”

“He knows nothing… and frankly, I don't even believe he would survive on his own.”

William was clinging onto my chest, holding onto the dark green fabric of Robs hoodie. It seemed as if he wanted to calm me down as I felt his hands repeat their stroking movements just where his hands could reach my pale skin. He must have heard my heart racing.

“I would never abandon him. Ever.”

Rob just looked me in the eye, directly. Not saying anything until he had understood the meaning in those words.

“Then we need to have a plan.”
I was perplexed by what I saw and felt how a strange warm sensation crawled up my spine as I watched. The tiny dots of, whatever I was looking at, whirled like dandelion seeds in uneven routes before my eyes. But as I tried to feel the little stream through my fingers, nothing could be read through my sense of touch.

It was as if the specs did not exist to a higher degree than for my eyes to see, with me, being barely enabled to detect  them at all. What were they? My hand traced along my chest, with no success in getting hold of them, nor to keep them from appearing. I could only feel my slightly cold chest against my palm. Nothing more or less.  

Sure, Williams existence was enough to set my idea of reality to the test. But seeing something like what I witnessed at the moment was contradicting reality in a whole new way. Was it witchcraft? Was it coming from me? Then how? Light or matter?

Or even more confusing, why did William find it so appealing? Or did he even know what he was up to? He seemed so relaxed...

At least, not a single part of my mind felt scared by what I witnessed, even though my hands were slightly pressed against his lips by now, fingers buried in the soft pinkish skin. Warm and smooth.

It did not hurt, or make me uncomfortable in any way. If anything, I felt myself getting all fuzzy and warm as he went. The feeling which I could only describe as if I was being hugged by someone, or possibly sleeping in the sun… a warm and strange sensation to be filled with at the moment, as I was facing the upper lip of my giant… “Djinn” thing. To be fair against myself, it was really hard to personalise him when being up close like this.  

I suddenly recalled hearing about the term at some point. Something about lonely spirits of the desert further away from my homeland than what any part of my mind had ever tried to imagine. A land filled of sand and dust. Drought and sand folks.

Djinn. My mind tried over and over again. Nothing. That was it. I could only picture the harsh nature from which I had heard stories about, but never really seen by my own eyes. I was a boy born within the capital walls, who had never traveled or gone out on adventures longer than for a day. But who knew what this story had written before me.

I was as scared as I longed for my own adventure. My own stories to tell.

Speachless, I watched how my bare chest was brought further away from his lips as the little stream seemed to fade. Whatever this was, William had no intention of continuing. Instead, I was held around my waist and again elevated back to his cheek.

Not even looking up to meet his eyes, I reached out, to secure myself and to have some control over my impact with his warm skin. I could tell that he was looking down at me though, with whatever he was thinking about, vaguely translated into actions.

None of us spoke for a long, long time meanwhile I was held up there as he sat. My whole upper body was leaned against him, face to the side with a somewhat blank expression painted across my face. An expression which sort of gave away the blank mind of mine.

But eventually, did the blankness of my thoughts focus on more graspable things than what I had just seen. Since I could not find an answer on my own however much I tried to find it.

Like, how his hair started to dry in the sun to regain the somewhat warm lightly brownish color which I had not thought of for a long long time. It seemed so different from what it had looked like earlier, given to the fact that he had cleaned it for the first time since god knows how long.

Each strand of hair seemed to free themselves one by one as the sun got to them, and I wondered if he had ever tried to use a hair tie before. Or, how he would look in one. I had to admit that I was curious. If we could find the right material, surely it would make things easier for him. As it seemed now, he was almost hiding behind his bangs. Not really adding up to what I wanted for him to feel like.

Maybe, he would be a little bit more open and confident if he had it all in order. Cleaned up and a little bit more “fixed”, he might not be as nervous in the future once meeting with others. At least that would be how I would feel about things, so maybe he would gain confidence if I made him a little bit more comfortable with himself to begin with.

Not to mention his scars which were already fading away. I was held just across the spot where the blindfold had scarred his face, with only little traces left behind. All I felt was somewhat uneven skin with possibly a lighter hue to it. But nothing more conspicuous. It looked rather neat.

My mind trailed itself back to the idea of getting him a hair tie. Then everything else seemed to mend themselves as we sent. Except for the clothes of his… They were not much to brag about. But it would take a lot more willpower, money and effort to solve that piece...

A sudden tilt and increased pressure around me gave away the fact that William was up to something, and by the next instant, I was lowered on top of his chest as he lay down in the sun.

His feet were just at the edge of the little lake, head positioned up in the tall grass surrounding the water at every side.

Drawing a deep breath, it seemed as if he had calmed down for now. Me on the other hand, was far from relaxed, as I was suddenly forced against the bare chest of this gigantic fellow. His palm was heavy at my back, offering me very little opportunities to choose my own way of a lying position. Whether he wanted me to or not.

Well, sure, I was calm by the fact that I could find very little to complain about by being held, warm and with possibly the highest degree of care William could manage at the moment. But I was blushing from head to toe as none of us had more than pants on at the event, which meant that I was held against a bare chest like some sort of plush toy.

It made me even more uncomfortable when I realized that I was the only one troubled by this fact.  

For William, this moment was simply him holding his tiny companion warm. Or something along that line. For me, this was a far more intimate act than what my mind could stand at the moment. I could not decide if I were supposed to lay down and just accept the kind gesture, or if my embarrassment was taking the upper hand of my actions.

Reminding myself that I had been lying somewhat like this before, only being inside his shirt with my own clothes on, had no impact on my state of mind. It was not the same as back in the town, nor any other time.

This time, there was context to the situation. The intention, why now and what this sort of closeness really ment gave me a whole new bunch of thoughts as I grew more and more warm across my cheeks. Could this mean that he was really “that” fond of me?

It was as my heart and mind crawed two different things. To excuse myself and escape the situation, or to let whatever he wanted happen from now on. He was basically hugging me. In his own way.

Thankfully, my options were decreasing as both his hands were now folding around me. One was partly over me just until now, holding me positioned at his upper chest, just a little bit lower than his collarbones. But as I started to fumble, his right one had come up over the edge, together forming something like a tight nest around me.

If he was the warm one, or if I was the one producing heat, I had no clue of anymore. But to be clear, my chest was not the tiniest bit cold any more. Every moment with him seemed to make us more and more inseparable, however I wanted to paint the picture.

Eventually, I followed his move and tried to focus on the mixture of birdsong, sound of wind at the leaves and the reinforced sound of thundering heartbeat beneath me.

I was a little surprised of how many different kind of bird songs I could hear. Maybe wildlife wasn't as scared of William as most humans were? Surely, he had scared off some small flocks of birds while walking, but the song playing through the forest around us seemed to tell that the day was just like any other. Nothing strange was laying in the open sun at the bank, sleeping. Nothing more or less than any other creature which they did not have a reason to fear.

Birds were scared of humans, mostly, since they knew what could happen if they did not pay attention. But William. No. They did not seem to care much more than if he was physically disturbing them.

A small reminder of who were the true enemy at the moment.

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A sudden jerk in my sleep woke me up. All of the sudden, I was widely awake in the basking sun, still having my hands resting against warm skin. I could not recall that I had fallen asleep just now, but who could ever tell. Like so many other times when no plans were made for the day, one could easily fall asleep.

Jeremy had told us to stay put until he got things set back at the village. So I guessed that a little nap would serve us both some good anyway. Not that I had much of a choice in the matter.  

The sound of someone calling my name caught my attention. Maybe that was what really had woke me up just now. And the more I listened and got aware of my surroundings, the more I started to realize who, and what was called out.

I recalled that almost the same event had happened just the night before.

I tried to stand up. wanting to walk over and meet with up Rob, who sounded as if he was standing somewhere at the ground next to us, but I could not get out of where I was kept.

Williams hands were weighing me down against his warm chest with more than I could even imagine to lift. Still sleeping. No matter how much I pushed at them, they did not seem to move even the tiniest bit.

While focusing on just an individual finger though, it seemed to moved slightly, but fell right back at me once I tried to pry myself loose. Giving off a loud “ooof” as I lost my breath.

“Rob? ROB?” I called instead.

A moment of silence followed. But by the next instant, I could hear the familiar voice of my surprisingly energetic friend. Was he all right? Both yes and no, I soon figured.

“Micah? Are you up there?” He hissed once my own voice had gotten though.

“Yeah. I'm a bit stuck here though…”

“Can´t seem to get loose! It´s way to heavy.” I called back, as if Rob knew where I was kept. Still struggling between Williams pointer and thumb.

I could at least turn a little, but my arms were soon sore as my newly awaken state did not offer much energy to my struggles.  

“You need to get out of here. Both of you, like, NOW!”

“There are soldiers scanning the whole village, you know. The bloody army is here!”

“...Can you believe it!? Men from the army! In this insignificant piece of trach village. I wonder WHY!” He called. Clearly speaking the last parts as to an obvious answer.

I stopped my struggles.

“WHAT?!”

I had completely forgot the fact that we were on the run. Totally ignored the fact that someone MIGHT have been out there this entire time, looking for us.

Of Course there were people out there looking! How could I have gotten William free without barely any obstacles? Well, since they were not prepared at the moment. WHICH they were now! Most likely scanning the near villages, forest and god knows what in order to get to him. To us. I was also a refuge.

A guy who was sentenced to death, who ran away in the night. Not only freeing himself, but also bringing with him possibly one of the heaviest guarded secrets of the capital.

No wonder they wanted justice!

“Just leave! Get out of here! If they find you guys, if they find you… well I know very well what they are capable of! You hear me!?”

“What do you mean!? How the HELL am I going to just run off like this?” I yelled. Panicking as William didn't even flinch as we were screaming at each other.

He was still sleeping on his back, head facing the sky just like earlier.

“William!”

“William!!”

I pounded his chest before pushing upwards, trying to get up on my knees.

“Rob! I need your help!”

“I know you are not on the best of terms with him, but if you won´t help me, both of us will get in trouble..!” I tried. And I really meant it.

“Please, Rob. Just kick him or whatever!”

I had no right to ask of him to get even the slightest bit near Will at the moment. For god's sake, he had been frozen by shock just this morning thanks to him and his protectiveness.

“...What do you mean?”

“I can't… I wouldn't…” I heard him try. Struggling against the fact that he had already broken out of his own backdoor in order to warn us, just as the knights were standing at their poartch.

I dammed the fact that he even had the slightest doubt about all of this, but no. He was not the one to blame. Entirely. It was the whole situation. Everything that had passed in such a troublesome way was to blame. It was not really anyone's fault in particular. Just, everyone's and no ones so to speak. A whimsical tale of meeting with a giant… This was Robs placement in that tale. The man who tried to make something heroic, without knowing that the captive was more of a companion than a prisoner.

All of a sudden, I felt how the pressure around eased slightly. Wills hands were putting less weight at my back, which was all I needed in order to pry loose.

I crawled away from them as quickly as possible. Scared that they would hold me down unintentionally if I were not fast enough.

I managed to get myself out of there, given just enough time before the fingers crawled into a loosely held fist.

it was almost as if they noticed that something was missing.

Even Williams breathing seemed troubled as I was no longer kept safely within his grasp.  

“What are you doing up there?” Rob called. Eager to resieve my answer, as he probably noticed Williams slightly uneased moan.

“Nothing really. No worries. I can do this.” I insisted while turning.

It was as hard as ever to keep my balance while walking across the upper chest, but even trickier once I got to one of his collarbones. Not that he was as immensely large as once I had done this journey the last time, but it was still rather strange to stand up there. Both for my thoughts and sense of balance.

Stretching my back, it was tricky for me to see his face, but I could work with it I guessed. I got down to my knees, partly stumbling, and patted his neck.

“Will? I need you to wake up now.”

“Will?”

“W-I-L-L-I-A-M”

Barely any response.

“Micah? Are you alright?” Rob called.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm just fine. Even more fine if William would get up!” I just needed more time.

“Micah?”

I ignored him.  

“MICAH!”

“WHAT ROB!?” I snarled. Surprised at my own tune.

I spotted him almost immediately. Standing at the side of Williams shoulder, fidgeting with his hands like a crazy person. Staring up to the path from which he came.

He just needed to look back up at me. Cause once our eyes met, I knew that our time was as good as up.

Maybe I had not been entirely pleased with Williams size at all times, even though it gave me a sense of security like no one else could offer. But right at that instant, I found myself cursing him for being impossible to hide.

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You become strong in many ways. You gain strength through practice, being emotionally strong, have disciplines, learning from the past or future headstrong self, through God. A creativist must be lucky. That comes from believing that everything will turn out great in the end and go on, then things will eventually become better. (But do use your reason.) The third point clears things from getting complicated. It’s very easy and very dangerous to be stuck in hoarding memory, in a creativist’s case, what things have inspired them. With time this list grows and the worry to lose those little things ‘that made you’ increases. Instead, you should keep the root inspiration – the book, the movie, the game, the experience, the feeling or the want – that maybe be one or three. Because that is the one that paved the path for you, what actually made you, all the others just come to teach something. And you can always regrow your list if you need. You must keep growing and expand your ground. (And stick to your one ground.) Don’t be stopped by the limited knowledge, skills or critic at the moment. You always learn throughout your journey. Let the words let you focus.


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