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What else could they do? It was getting late and the three campers plus their now injured friend were close to collapsing from exhaustion.
It took a couple hours, but their makeshift camp presented itself admirably. Malo and Alex had prepared a rough shelter from tower blades of grass. It was quite an effort to muscle the huge fronds down, tying them with rope from their packs to form a spacious interior. Tina worked at scouting a bit. She dared not venture far, but hoped to find any form of food for them to eat. Her only encounter came in the form of a large greasy black ant, that sent the shrunken girl running back to the camp in terror.
They went to sleep hungry. Herb was nestled against their packs with Malo, Alex, and Tina flanking him in makeshift beds of grass and dirt.
Tina did not fall asleep. Laying for a while, she crept out from the shelter and found a place to collect her thoughts. It was tough. She was afraid, confused, and angry. Never before had she felt so helpless. Tiny and lost in a jungle of grass? It seemed like some kind of drug-induced nightmare.
Alex appeared from under the shelter, gazing through the dark till he spotted Tina's dejected form across the clearing. He settled next to her and both began sharing their fears of this misadventure.
Suddenly, a distant sound caught them off-guard. A creaking thunder that reminded them of a door opening, but louder than they could imagine. Artificial light suddenly flashed into life across the heavens, dimly illuminating their tiny grassy clearing. The two of them stood and warily traversed a wall of tall grass to behold the massive house once more. The huge door slammed shut with a dull crash, emitting one titanic figure dressed in loose jeans and a white t-shirt, wearing only dingy socks. It was only the second time they had seen such an impossibility as a giant human, and this time able to discern the full towering figure.
Pounding off the steps, the huge young man produced a phone from his pocket and began a conversation. Tina couldn't believe it. This behemoth looked no older than her baby brother, 22 or 23 years old. Dirty blond hair all messed up, face unshaven and sporting a piercing under the lip. By all means, he reminded her of a regular twenty-something guy.
"Shit! Hurry, this way!" Alex cried out, pulling his companion down as the giant lumbered randomly, approaching quickly with tremendous steps.
The ground jolted with a dull crash underneath the giant's step. One socked foot slammed the ground before them, knocking both down and spraying sandy dirt over them. Just like that, the titan loomed over them again. His huge foot looked more like an angry mountain of dirt-stained cotton than a simple foot: big, wide, and capable of smashing them out without notice. High above, too much for them to see anymore, the oblivious guy continued his conversation. It sounded to the two shrunken campers like he was speaking to his girlfriend.
Tina began to scuttle herself away, hoping to flee when Alex suddenly seized her. "This is our chance! We've gotta go for it now," He yelled with a determined point at the sloping cotton mountain towering over them. "Come on!"
The same determination sparked inside her, and she sped on with her dear friend. Both latched against the dirty, knotted surface and began climbing with herculean resolve. Far above their tiny adventure, the giant kept up his godly thunder, allowing only his dirty feet and slight movements to impede Tina and Alex. It was obvious these socks had been encasing the giant's feet all day. They reeked unlike anything the two survivalists had ever experienced. It was only by the gusty dirt that the huge fabric was no longer moist with sweat.
They reached the top. A sloping living mesa of land, with thick hairs poking through the stained material. Higher up, a tower of light denim stretched higher than they could see, looking as if it went straight to the moon. It was as if it had been built with purpose, constructed and crafted to reach the heavens and beyond. It was unbelievable that it could be nothing more than one of two legs. Alex thought he heard Malo screaming from the thicket of grass far behind. He looked back to see, but was forced down when the giant moved his foot.
"Ohhgoddd!" Tina screamed. Both of them fell and clutched thick cotton fibers in preparation for the titan's movement. Lifting off the ground, the massive foot soared over the filthy landscape, finishing with a powerful crash upon it. "Don't let goooo!" Alex screamed at Tina, trying his best to do the same.
Ending the call, the towering young guy stomped across the dirt yard, headed for the door. He never once heard nor spared a thought about his passage - instead more concerned with his lack of cigarettes as he pounded back inside heading for his room. Each step was mindless. Another repetition that brought him closer to any destination he had in mind. There had never been a time in his life that he could fathom how terrifying; how destructive; or, even how deadly this could be.
Outside changed to inside as the colossal stranger lumbered through the doorway. Tina and Alex kept their hold, luckily strong of arm and grip from their many rock-climbing adventures. This trumped any sheer cliff, or mountain-side. Suddenly, all motion ceased for a brief time. From above, a huge socked fell, landing on the wood flooring next to the foot they held onto. Before they could properly realize, the foot pulled upwards, throwing them around before settling in a position over the giant's knee that suspended them vertically.
Alex nearly passed out just looking down. Tina looked upwards, screaming at the titan who gazed right at them with intense disinterest. "Help us! Please! Help!" Both yelled in unison.
Their voices were absorbed immediately, hopeless to reach the lofty ears so far above. Both of them changed to horrified screams as two hands descended, roughly peeling the sock from the giant foot. Foul cotton bunched around them, holding them as a sensation of nauseating vertigo swept over their tiny bodies. Finally, the trauma was too much and upon meeting the ground, Tina and Alex fell unconscious.
Hours passed and Malo was just about ready to venture off in search of his friends. The intense commotion last night had awoken him. Finding Alex and Tina missing, he rushed out, nearly falling over as two massive feet thundered nearby. He was shocked to see both his friends clutching desperately atop one of the mountainous feet.
"Are you sure you can make it Herb?" Malo asked, looking over his struggling friend with concern. "It would be safer for you to stay here while I go looking for them. It might no-" Hobbling around, Herb silenced Malo with a single look. "Look; I'm not laying around here uselessly while some fucking monster stomps around with Tina and Alex! I'm coming with you if it kills me."
Outside, the sun had already risen, splashing pleasant morning light over the massive landscape. It was chilly, magnified from a cold breeze that would have sent the two men into shivers. Cold shivers were the last on their mind as they lay eyes upon the gargantuan house far ahead. Herb was awe-struck, seeing it for the first time. "Holy shit...This is some kind of fucked up dream, right? That's just a suburban eye-sore. Not the home of a goddamn monster! What is going on?" He looked to his companion for answers, despite knowing it already. Somehow, some way, the had shrunken. They were smaller than ants in the yard of some low-income house. It looked like the place he rented during college for godsakes. That monster he attacked yesterday was likely nothing more than some young punk. Herb trembled, unable to handle such revelations forcing Malo to support him.
Both jolted when the towering doorway creaked open, emitting the "fucking monster" from within. It was a young guy, just a twenty-something dude dressed in dark cargo pants, a hoodie, wearing a beanie over his unruly hair and familiar DVS skate shoes.
Malo and Herb were halfway across the open expanse of dirt. Exposed and all but static due to Herb's injury. Grabbing Herb, Malo tried to pull him back as the oblivious titan lumbered down the steps, planting both huge sneakers upon the ground with dull quakes.
The giant scanned the yard as he stifled a yawn and scratched under his chin. He then chanced to look downwards, listlessly looking at the familiar dirt that sported shoe prints from him and his roommates, smashed cigarettes, and discarded caps and cans. The same shit as always, but he noticed something else that caused him to look at the ground he never bothered to look at: a tiny flash of light.
Herb shook free of his friend, blind with anger and pride at sight of the looming behemoth so far above his speck-sized position. He couldn't allow this to continue. He was gonna show this punk a thing or two, if it was all he had left in him. Malo screamed at his foolhardy friend, but let him go. He had to enact his plan now, before it was too late. Nervous hands pulled open his backpack and fished out a small red gun. A flare gun he packed for emergencies, that as of yet had never been fired. Aiming upwards, he squeezed the trigger.
POP!
The barrel lit up with furious red light and then sent a spark high into the air. A beacon of hope, a plea for rescue, a call for help. It was all he had, and bobbed through the open sky before fizzling slightly and landing with great effect upon the half-crushed remains of a cigarette a few dozen feet ahead. Malo watched it settle upon the paper cylinder large as the grain silos at his family farm. It smoldered on the surface, making a merry show of it, but failing to keep Malo's attention as he looked upwards.
One huge DVS sneaker blotted out the sky completely. So big that running in any direction would be pointless for tiny Malo. Herb halted, looking at the massive treads above. He stumbled painfully, merely cursing at the dirt-packed doom above. Boulders bigger than both men combines packed the worn rubber crevices, breaking up clods of dried mud, dirt, and tiny black ants smashed without notice that morning. Malo reloaded the flare gun one last time, firing it both in anger and desperation at the descending sole above.
The light burned tiny on the stub of a cigarette. He looked at it, noticing the two moving specks near it. Those were disregarded without much thought, since ants were all over the place - outside and in. The important thing was the cigarette still had some burn to it and it was dry season. Dumbass roommates. Dropping his large DVS over it, he twisted and dragged it to ensure it was put out properly. Stepping off, he continued to his car and drove off to buy more cigs, never knowing he extinguished more than just a cigarette stub.
It took a couple hours, but their makeshift camp presented itself admirably. Malo and Alex had prepared a rough shelter from tower blades of grass. It was quite an effort to muscle the huge fronds down, tying them with rope from their packs to form a spacious interior. Tina worked at scouting a bit. She dared not venture far, but hoped to find any form of food for them to eat. Her only encounter came in the form of a large greasy black ant, that sent the shrunken girl running back to the camp in terror.
They went to sleep hungry. Herb was nestled against their packs with Malo, Alex, and Tina flanking him in makeshift beds of grass and dirt.
Tina did not fall asleep. Laying for a while, she crept out from the shelter and found a place to collect her thoughts. It was tough. She was afraid, confused, and angry. Never before had she felt so helpless. Tiny and lost in a jungle of grass? It seemed like some kind of drug-induced nightmare.
Alex appeared from under the shelter, gazing through the dark till he spotted Tina's dejected form across the clearing. He settled next to her and both began sharing their fears of this misadventure.
Suddenly, a distant sound caught them off-guard. A creaking thunder that reminded them of a door opening, but louder than they could imagine. Artificial light suddenly flashed into life across the heavens, dimly illuminating their tiny grassy clearing. The two of them stood and warily traversed a wall of tall grass to behold the massive house once more. The huge door slammed shut with a dull crash, emitting one titanic figure dressed in loose jeans and a white t-shirt, wearing only dingy socks. It was only the second time they had seen such an impossibility as a giant human, and this time able to discern the full towering figure.
Pounding off the steps, the huge young man produced a phone from his pocket and began a conversation. Tina couldn't believe it. This behemoth looked no older than her baby brother, 22 or 23 years old. Dirty blond hair all messed up, face unshaven and sporting a piercing under the lip. By all means, he reminded her of a regular twenty-something guy.
"Shit! Hurry, this way!" Alex cried out, pulling his companion down as the giant lumbered randomly, approaching quickly with tremendous steps.
The ground jolted with a dull crash underneath the giant's step. One socked foot slammed the ground before them, knocking both down and spraying sandy dirt over them. Just like that, the titan loomed over them again. His huge foot looked more like an angry mountain of dirt-stained cotton than a simple foot: big, wide, and capable of smashing them out without notice. High above, too much for them to see anymore, the oblivious guy continued his conversation. It sounded to the two shrunken campers like he was speaking to his girlfriend.
Tina began to scuttle herself away, hoping to flee when Alex suddenly seized her. "This is our chance! We've gotta go for it now," He yelled with a determined point at the sloping cotton mountain towering over them. "Come on!"
The same determination sparked inside her, and she sped on with her dear friend. Both latched against the dirty, knotted surface and began climbing with herculean resolve. Far above their tiny adventure, the giant kept up his godly thunder, allowing only his dirty feet and slight movements to impede Tina and Alex. It was obvious these socks had been encasing the giant's feet all day. They reeked unlike anything the two survivalists had ever experienced. It was only by the gusty dirt that the huge fabric was no longer moist with sweat.
They reached the top. A sloping living mesa of land, with thick hairs poking through the stained material. Higher up, a tower of light denim stretched higher than they could see, looking as if it went straight to the moon. It was as if it had been built with purpose, constructed and crafted to reach the heavens and beyond. It was unbelievable that it could be nothing more than one of two legs. Alex thought he heard Malo screaming from the thicket of grass far behind. He looked back to see, but was forced down when the giant moved his foot.
"Ohhgoddd!" Tina screamed. Both of them fell and clutched thick cotton fibers in preparation for the titan's movement. Lifting off the ground, the massive foot soared over the filthy landscape, finishing with a powerful crash upon it. "Don't let goooo!" Alex screamed at Tina, trying his best to do the same.
Ending the call, the towering young guy stomped across the dirt yard, headed for the door. He never once heard nor spared a thought about his passage - instead more concerned with his lack of cigarettes as he pounded back inside heading for his room. Each step was mindless. Another repetition that brought him closer to any destination he had in mind. There had never been a time in his life that he could fathom how terrifying; how destructive; or, even how deadly this could be.
Outside changed to inside as the colossal stranger lumbered through the doorway. Tina and Alex kept their hold, luckily strong of arm and grip from their many rock-climbing adventures. This trumped any sheer cliff, or mountain-side. Suddenly, all motion ceased for a brief time. From above, a huge socked fell, landing on the wood flooring next to the foot they held onto. Before they could properly realize, the foot pulled upwards, throwing them around before settling in a position over the giant's knee that suspended them vertically.
Alex nearly passed out just looking down. Tina looked upwards, screaming at the titan who gazed right at them with intense disinterest. "Help us! Please! Help!" Both yelled in unison.
Their voices were absorbed immediately, hopeless to reach the lofty ears so far above. Both of them changed to horrified screams as two hands descended, roughly peeling the sock from the giant foot. Foul cotton bunched around them, holding them as a sensation of nauseating vertigo swept over their tiny bodies. Finally, the trauma was too much and upon meeting the ground, Tina and Alex fell unconscious.
Hours passed and Malo was just about ready to venture off in search of his friends. The intense commotion last night had awoken him. Finding Alex and Tina missing, he rushed out, nearly falling over as two massive feet thundered nearby. He was shocked to see both his friends clutching desperately atop one of the mountainous feet.
"Are you sure you can make it Herb?" Malo asked, looking over his struggling friend with concern. "It would be safer for you to stay here while I go looking for them. It might no-" Hobbling around, Herb silenced Malo with a single look. "Look; I'm not laying around here uselessly while some fucking monster stomps around with Tina and Alex! I'm coming with you if it kills me."
Outside, the sun had already risen, splashing pleasant morning light over the massive landscape. It was chilly, magnified from a cold breeze that would have sent the two men into shivers. Cold shivers were the last on their mind as they lay eyes upon the gargantuan house far ahead. Herb was awe-struck, seeing it for the first time. "Holy shit...This is some kind of fucked up dream, right? That's just a suburban eye-sore. Not the home of a goddamn monster! What is going on?" He looked to his companion for answers, despite knowing it already. Somehow, some way, the had shrunken. They were smaller than ants in the yard of some low-income house. It looked like the place he rented during college for godsakes. That monster he attacked yesterday was likely nothing more than some young punk. Herb trembled, unable to handle such revelations forcing Malo to support him.
Both jolted when the towering doorway creaked open, emitting the "fucking monster" from within. It was a young guy, just a twenty-something dude dressed in dark cargo pants, a hoodie, wearing a beanie over his unruly hair and familiar DVS skate shoes.
Malo and Herb were halfway across the open expanse of dirt. Exposed and all but static due to Herb's injury. Grabbing Herb, Malo tried to pull him back as the oblivious titan lumbered down the steps, planting both huge sneakers upon the ground with dull quakes.
The giant scanned the yard as he stifled a yawn and scratched under his chin. He then chanced to look downwards, listlessly looking at the familiar dirt that sported shoe prints from him and his roommates, smashed cigarettes, and discarded caps and cans. The same shit as always, but he noticed something else that caused him to look at the ground he never bothered to look at: a tiny flash of light.
Herb shook free of his friend, blind with anger and pride at sight of the looming behemoth so far above his speck-sized position. He couldn't allow this to continue. He was gonna show this punk a thing or two, if it was all he had left in him. Malo screamed at his foolhardy friend, but let him go. He had to enact his plan now, before it was too late. Nervous hands pulled open his backpack and fished out a small red gun. A flare gun he packed for emergencies, that as of yet had never been fired. Aiming upwards, he squeezed the trigger.
POP!
The barrel lit up with furious red light and then sent a spark high into the air. A beacon of hope, a plea for rescue, a call for help. It was all he had, and bobbed through the open sky before fizzling slightly and landing with great effect upon the half-crushed remains of a cigarette a few dozen feet ahead. Malo watched it settle upon the paper cylinder large as the grain silos at his family farm. It smoldered on the surface, making a merry show of it, but failing to keep Malo's attention as he looked upwards.
One huge DVS sneaker blotted out the sky completely. So big that running in any direction would be pointless for tiny Malo. Herb halted, looking at the massive treads above. He stumbled painfully, merely cursing at the dirt-packed doom above. Boulders bigger than both men combines packed the worn rubber crevices, breaking up clods of dried mud, dirt, and tiny black ants smashed without notice that morning. Malo reloaded the flare gun one last time, firing it both in anger and desperation at the descending sole above.
The light burned tiny on the stub of a cigarette. He looked at it, noticing the two moving specks near it. Those were disregarded without much thought, since ants were all over the place - outside and in. The important thing was the cigarette still had some burn to it and it was dry season. Dumbass roommates. Dropping his large DVS over it, he twisted and dragged it to ensure it was put out properly. Stepping off, he continued to his car and drove off to buy more cigs, never knowing he extinguished more than just a cigarette stub.
Image size
4245x3184px 2.08 MB
Make
Apple
Model
iPhone 5s
Shutter Speed
1/121 second
Aperture
F/2.2
Focal Length
4 mm
ISO Speed
32
Date Taken
Nov 28, 2015, 2:33:18 PM
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