She Begins To Tap Her foot,trying to Remember
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 5
by
copier
· original author:
bobidybob
She tapped her foot. It was just a simple, harmless motion to her, yet a stomach-rumble, gut-wrenching epic earthquake to you. Her toes, painted pink, drummed on the ground in front of you. With a deep putrid smell radiating from them. Her foot rhythmically beat the very floor you were standing on.
"Oh yea!" She had remembered that you were the inhabitant of this closet. Her foot ceased its thundering tap. She bent down, your eyes met. Right as she was about to embrace you in her grip, her foot was caught on your little carpenter-made wooden house. She tripped forward. Her head smashed against the wall. Her arms shot up. She shrieked. She was dumb, wasn't she?
She ended her gravitational realignment in a big pile on the floor. Her legs tangled. Her hair was all messed up.
"Owwww...." she mumbled.
In the whole episode, it was quite hard to resist the urge to shout "Timber!" as the gargantuan sister fell. In the end, you were trapped under her elephantine toes. Trapped, and at bay beneath her malodorous toes. On a Saturday Morning, an average teenager would not shower until later. December was the average teenager. The rotten, putrid smell of her toes engulfed you. It became everything. The lint caught between her uncleanly digits was all over you. It was a very terrible kind of experience. Not unlike ones you have had before with peoples toes...
What happens next?
"Oh yea!" She had remembered that you were the inhabitant of this closet. Her foot ceased its thundering tap. She bent down, your eyes met. Right as she was about to embrace you in her grip, her foot was caught on your little carpenter-made wooden house. She tripped forward. Her head smashed against the wall. Her arms shot up. She shrieked. She was dumb, wasn't she?
She ended her gravitational realignment in a big pile on the floor. Her legs tangled. Her hair was all messed up.
"Owwww...." she mumbled.
In the whole episode, it was quite hard to resist the urge to shout "Timber!" as the gargantuan sister fell. In the end, you were trapped under her elephantine toes. Trapped, and at bay beneath her malodorous toes. On a Saturday Morning, an average teenager would not shower until later. December was the average teenager. The rotten, putrid smell of her toes engulfed you. It became everything. The lint caught between her uncleanly digits was all over you. It was a very terrible kind of experience. Not unlike ones you have had before with peoples toes...
What happens next?
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