History and Theory of Tiny/Normal Coexistence...
You are late to school despite mom's rushing, so there are very few people in the halls besides you, tiny or otherwise. You're constantly looking behind you to check for any normals behind you – a habit you learned quickly when you first came here. You've heard several stories from people you know about being stepped on, though nobody's ever been killed, you don't think.
So you high-tail it down to class and just sort of sneak under the huge door, like everyone else your size does
The lights in the room were off, and there was the unintelligibly distorted sound of a shitty old TV playing a VHS tape at way too high of a volume. You hurry to your seat amidst a forest of larger chairs with normal-sized people sitting/sleeping in them and take off your backpack. The narrator's voice was male, deep, and had that special sort of academic boring tone.
"-gued that this was comparatively the worst time period for a tiny person to live in. In 1808, a craftsman living in southern St. Louis wrote;
All my life among normal-sized people I've been the object of ignorance, ridicule, and downright prejudice. I was the only dimutian of my entire home-town until I moved here a few years ago. Back home, I never got any respect. People would step on me in the street, or sit on me at restaurants. Anytime anyone would ever get the chance, they'd try to humiliate me like that. My family and friends, well, if you could call them friends, were no different. Most d"
You decide catching up on some homework is a better idea than sleeping, and you leaf through your backpack for a book of yours about some tiny guy from like 1708 England or something.
You've always hated novels starring tinies. They're too bogged with cliches. They all begin with the main character waking up, and all take place in the home of somebody the guy knows (e.g. his own home) or at school, or a combination of the two. And he's always a teenager. And he's usually the only dimute around for whatever reason... It gets boring after a while. It's as if there's no new ideas about the subject anymore; people've been writing the same crap since the dawn of tiny-centered literature, more or less.
"...until the 1940's, up until which point the preferred method of transportation was train or plane, and which all generally had special carriages specifically for dimutians, the "
The tape skipped.
"which as you may know, unless a tight bra is being worn, can be quite dangerous for our dimutian passenger. This is why around this time hollow necklaces and inner-bra pockets experienced a dramatic surge in demand. "
This is so boring.
You are late to school despite mom's rushing, so there are very few people in the halls besides you, tiny or otherwise. You're constantly looking behind you to check for any normals behind you – a habit you learned quickly when you first came here. You've heard several stories from people you know about being stepped on, though nobody's ever been killed, you don't think.
So you high-tail it down to class and just sort of sneak under the huge door, like everyone else your size does
The lights in the room were off, and there was the unintelligibly distorted sound of a shitty old TV playing a VHS tape at way too high of a volume. You hurry to your seat amidst a forest of larger chairs with normal-sized people sitting/sleeping in them and take off your backpack. The narrator's voice was male, deep, and had that special sort of academic boring tone.
"-gued that this was comparatively the worst time period for a tiny person to live in. In 1808, a craftsman living in southern St. Louis wrote;
All my life among normal-sized people I've been the object of ignorance, ridicule, and downright prejudice. I was the only dimutian of my entire home-town until I moved here a few years ago. Back home, I never got any respect. People would step on me in the street, or sit on me at restaurants. Anytime anyone would ever get the chance, they'd try to humiliate me like that. My family and friends, well, if you could call them friends, were no different. Most d"
You decide catching up on some homework is a better idea than sleeping, and you leaf through your backpack for a book of yours about some tiny guy from like 1708 England or something.
You've always hated novels starring tinies. They're too bogged with cliches. They all begin with the main character waking up, and all take place in the home of somebody the guy knows (e.g. his own home) or at school, or a combination of the two. And he's always a teenager. And he's usually the only dimute around for whatever reason... It gets boring after a while. It's as if there's no new ideas about the subject anymore; people've been writing the same crap since the dawn of tiny-centered literature, more or less.
"...until the 1940's, up until which point the preferred method of transportation was train or plane, and which all generally had special carriages specifically for dimutians, the "
The tape skipped.
"which as you may know, unless a tight bra is being worn, can be quite dangerous for our dimutian passenger. This is why around this time hollow necklaces and inner-bra pockets experienced a dramatic surge in demand. "
This is so boring.
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May 12, 2023
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