Millie begins to ponder her
next move and as she does
so she casually removes her
socks 1 by 1 while still standing,
balling each one up and casually
tossing them elsewhere unaware
of her new strength to go with
her new 130 foot stature or of the
damage potential.
1 balled up sock lands in another
playground some blocks away that
was under renovation where it
crushed a jungle gym.
The other sock lands in a parking
lot of a store flattening a couple cars.
Millie looks herself over as she
thinks out loud.
“I dunno why I feel different
and why there’s so many toys
and dollies around but maybe
this is how growed ups feel
all the time?
This means I can do whatever
I wants now”
Lisa and Millie’s poor mother
who was cowering next to Lisa
didn’t like the sound of this.
“The ground feels different too!
I wonder if these toys are any good?”
Millie then bent down and
plucked a motorcycle from
the park parking area.
She examined it.
“Wow they look so real”
She let out a toothy grin.
“Ooops”
They heard a sudden snap and
crunch.
“Uh oh I broke it.
I’m sorry whoever’s toy this is”
The motorcycle now in two pieces
was dropped on the ground where
It broke even more.
“I wonder if all these toys are
this flimsy”
Lisa questioned what Millie had
in mind but needn’t wait long.
The mother goes wide eyed as
Millie’s now bare foot hovers over
their family’s mini van.
Millie pokes the roof with her toe
lightly and the roof began to dent
a little.
Millie shivered a little the metal
apparently a bit cool to the touch.
“Wow daddy was right!
Some toys are made poorly.
This is no fun unless I were
playing monster with someone!
There are dolly houses around
though and lots of other toys.
There hasta be something I can play
with that won’t break”
Millie then took a few of her
1st steps as a giantess out of
the park each step causing
a tremor and leaving
feet shaped “small” craters.
Millie stopped.
“Huh what’s that thumping
sound? It stopped?!”
Millie takes a few more steps
and heard it again.
“Huh is that me?
Is this another weird growed up
thing? Wonder what other stuff
I’ll learn about being growed up?
Hmm. Guess I’ll just walk for a bit.
It feels different not needing
mommy or daddy to go for a walk”
Millie resumes her walk.
Her mother meanwhile seems
to be having a breakdown
next to Lisa.
“Oh my god my precious
little angel.
I don’t even think she understands
what’s happening,
Hell I barely do! How is this even
possible? What happened to my
little girl?
Millie why? How?”
Guilt began to overtake Lisa.
This was a good deal her fault
and a result of her carelessness.
At least if she had enlarged herself
or a friend or relative
The neighborhood,
The city, the world wouldn’t be
potentially at the mercy of
a mere child who seemingly
doesn’t know better and can’t fully
grasp the situation at hand.
Worse still she doesn’t understand
the harm she’s caused or is yet
capable of.
That motorcycle,
Their family van, heck even the
craters that are her footprints
and the couple parked cars she
just pancaked with no notice
as she continues her walk,
These mere actions alone were done
with the greatest of ease.
The motorcycle snapped like
a mere toothpick.
The van she only lightly brushed
with a toe.
Those parked cars were unlucky
to be under parts of her feet.
Just the mere action of the
“little” girl walking was causing
thousands of dollars, no tens of
thousands in damage every few
steps, without even taking into
account the the tremors from
her footfalls.
Lisa could also tell the poor
mother was going to likely need
therapy after this ordeal was over
if and when that can even happen.
Worse still Millie being a child
was clearly curious and possibly
playful.
What Lisa and Millie’s mom and
even bystanders had witnessed thus
far was only the tip of a very
nasty, very dangerous and
in more ways than one quite big
iceberg.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.23 seconds at 11:59pm on May 21, 2025 via server WEBX2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
