In my world, we lived as if we were toys. When a giant, or to you guys a regular human, used us to do their chores. My giant was a girl so she was hard to deal with. When she was gone I saw something on her desk. It was some pink furry glasses with somebody working on it. “So I wasn’t the only one here.” I said to myself. I climbed up to him and asked him how long were you here? He said years working on this important project. He also said it was the last pink fuzzy glasses.
Hi Aiden!
I like your story and how you described a regular human as a “Giant.”
Found your story interesting, nice work!