The door to his left
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
calcar
Phil wriggled under the closed door and got to his feet once on the other side. The room was huge in comparison with Phil, and very messy. Walking across the floor, trying to move thru the clutter, Phil could not see anyone in this room.
"Still, it pays to be cautious" Thought Phil
Suddenly Phil stumbled, something was holding his back foot down to the ground. Catching himself from falling, Phil tried to move his other foot, which didn't budge. Phil looked down and saw that he was standing on one of those sticky traps used to catch mice. This was not good at all. Here he was, naked, stuck to a glue trap, in a strange place. If someone didn't find him soon, he might get lost and die in the mess around him.
Looking over his shoulder, Phil saw the door open and a light came on in the room. Towering above him was a boy of about seventeen, and this must be his bedroom. Phil's mind raced, should he stay hidden or was this his best chance of escape. He decided...
"Still, it pays to be cautious" Thought Phil
Suddenly Phil stumbled, something was holding his back foot down to the ground. Catching himself from falling, Phil tried to move his other foot, which didn't budge. Phil looked down and saw that he was standing on one of those sticky traps used to catch mice. This was not good at all. Here he was, naked, stuck to a glue trap, in a strange place. If someone didn't find him soon, he might get lost and die in the mess around him.
Looking over his shoulder, Phil saw the door open and a light came on in the room. Towering above him was a boy of about seventeen, and this must be his bedroom. Phil's mind raced, should he stay hidden or was this his best chance of escape. He decided...
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March 24, 2025
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