The 6 Millimeter Man (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1606326-The-6-Millimeter-Man I was a student at Matheson university, studying to get a degree in nuclear physics, and a minor in electrical engineering. My name is Deuce Orion, and I am 25 years old. I was good friends with a professor there, a certain Professor Stiles, a theoretical physicist who was experimenting with a method of perfecting cold fusion. Professor Stiles hired m...[Read Full Post] Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:58:29 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670871 It was late afternoon the day of the lab accident that reduced me to six millimeters tall, so it was still daylight. It was pretty easy making my way around campus without being spotted. I mainly stayed in the planters, walking among the plants and decorative tree bark. I was on my own in a world of giants, so I had to be careful. Anyone was a pote...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:06:17 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670874 The entire trip lasted over half an hour, and just as I'd feared, we went up and over the Cuesta grade, which meant the vehicle I'd hitched a ride on was going a minimum of thirty miles in the opposite direction I needed to go to reach Jessica's house. The car finally pulled into a driveway and parked, and two doors popped open. I heard a ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:30:59 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670875 The sides of the desk drawer that I was trapped in were only about six inches high, but at my miniscule stature, they stretched upwards to an unattainable height far above my head. Escape was impossible. I tried everything, but the pens and pencils were too heavy for me to move, and I couldn't bend the paper clips to make a grapnel hook that I cou...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:37:28 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670876 When Amber had started the seventh grade, she had taken an algebra class, instead of taking pre-algebra first. Because of this, she was unprepared for it, because she had been doing basic arithmetic in the sixth grade. She was doing well in most of her other classes, but she had been getting F's in algebra. Her mother was a high school drop-out wh...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:14:26 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670877 When I woke up the next morning, I felt better than I'd felt in a long time. For the first time in over a month, I was free. I didn't have any food, but I was free. I broke off a piece of a blade of grass, and took a few bites. Actually, it wasn't bad. I hadn't eaten since yesterday, so I guess anything would've tasted good. I reme...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:15:53 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670878 I continued on my journey for several hours. I was getting very hungry, and eating blades of grass just didn't cut it. I was hoping to find a garden in someone's yard, but I had even better luck than that. As I came to the top of a hill, I looked down to see a strawberry field, seeming to stretch out in all directions. At six millimeters tall,...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:18:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670879 I walked by night and hid during the day, to avoid being captured. I was making my way south, trying to avoid the center of town. Eventually I arrived at a creek at the north end of town, but it would do no good to try to float down the creek on a twig, because the creek cuts through the center of Matheson City, which would make me a sitting duck. I m...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:20:14 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670880 I stood on the window ledge and tried to remain absolutely still. The cat hadn't seen me, and I wasn't sure if it could smell my scent or not. I knew dogs had an acute sense of smell, but I wasn't sure about cats. It just wandered around the front yard, smelling the grass. The cat seemed interested in a gopher hole in the center of the yard, ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:21:37 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670881 "I just don't know," said Mrs. Calypso, "this Doctor Nebulous might be guilty, but we need more proof to subpoena him." I was standing on the dining room table, and Jessica and her mom were sitting, discussing the situation over coffee. Jessica had placed my thimble full of coffee, and I had a stairs glued together with toothpicks ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:22:57 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670882 If my mother successfully gained custody of me by becoming my conservator, my sex life would be non-existent. I haven't mentioned what sex is like with Jessica, because minors reading my memoirs might be offended by the material. But it is sufficient to say, that both Jessica and I are consenting adults, and we do like to have a good time together. ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:24:09 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670883 When we got home, after the MTV interview was over, Jessica decided to go to a movie. The movie she wanted to see was playing in Paso Robles, a town not far from where Amber lives. Since that was the only location where the movie was playing, she left me at home and went out for the night. I stayed home in my chamber, under my heat lamp and dozed off....[Read Full Post] Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:25:24 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/670884