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.

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  1. Hi Aiden!
    I like your story and how you described a regular human as a “Giant.”
    Found your story interesting, nice work!

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