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    • RE: A Giant Love Story

      Chapter 6: The next day

      More dialog and character building

      The campus felt quieter today. The usual buzz of voices was more subdued as the tinies moved through the paths, their heads down, steps hurried. The tiny lanes were emptier than normal, and Mel couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that something was wrong.

      She walked with Bella, their pace slower than usual as they made their way to class. Bella’s eyes kept darting to the empty spaces between groups of tinies, where familiar faces should have been.

      “You noticed, right?” Bella murmured, her voice tight.

      Mel nodded, her gaze scanning the crowd, searching for something she couldn’t quite identify. “A few are missing.”

      Bella swallowed, her expression grim. “People are talking. Rosa and Elena—nobody’s seen them since last night.”

      Mel’s stomach twisted, and she forced herself to keep walking, though the images of the party resurfaced in her mind. “Maybe they just skipped,” Mel said, but even she knew how hollow her words sounded.

      Bella shook her head. “You really think they’d just leave without a word? You know what happens to the ones who disappear.”

      Before Mel could respond, she caught the sound of voices rising from behind a group of giants just up ahead. One of them—a familiar, rough voice—spoke loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear, but with a glance over his shoulder, it was clear he was checking to make sure nobody else was listening.

      “Man, that tiny girl? She didn’t know what hit her,” he chuckled. “Almost swallowed her, you know? Was a damn close call.”

      Another giant’s voice, lower and more cautious, responded. “Yeah, she was fighting so hard. You should’ve seen it—had her squirming like crazy. Damn fun.” The giant’s grin was audible in his tone, though he made a subtle glance to the side as if to ensure the conversation remained private.

      Mel’s heart skipped, but she couldn’t pull herself away. Her eyes involuntarily followed the direction of the conversation, but the two giants hadn’t noticed her yet.

      One of the giants looked down and caught Mel’s eye. He winked at her, a grin stretching across his face. “Did you hear that, little one? Sounds like fun, huh?” His voice was low, but his tone was unmistakably lecherous.

      Mel’s stomach churned as she quickly turned her attention back to the ground, but the giant’s chuckle still lingered in her ears. Bella’s face had gone pale, and she lowered her voice.

      “Don’t listen to them. Don’t let it get to you.”

      Mel nodded but didn’t respond. The conversation had already dug itself into her mind, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread creeping up on her.


      The rest of class passed in a blur. Mel tried to focus on the lecture, but her mind kept drifting back to those voices, to the implications of what had been said. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, she packed her things quickly, eager to leave. The halls seemed suffocating today, and she couldn’t wait to see Greg.

      She stepped into the tiny lane leading toward the courtyard where he’d be waiting. The familiar faces of other tinies passed by, all with downcast expressions, their eyes avoiding her gaze.

      As she neared the courtyard, Mel’s eyes immediately sought Greg out. His tall form stood by the fountain, unmistakable even among the crowd of giants. When he saw her approaching, he turned, his smile warm and genuine, as he reached out for her.

      “Hey,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring despite the tension in the air.

      Mel climbed into his hand, instantly feeling the familiar comfort of his touch. “Hey,” she replied, her voice steadier now that she was with him.

      “You alright?” Greg asked, concern lining his features.

      Mel hesitated for just a moment, her fingers curling against the edge of his palm. “Just… it’s weird today. A lot of the others didn’t show up.”

      Greg’s expression tightened, his eyes darkening, though he didn’t press her for more details. “I’ll look into it,” he said softly, his tone hard.

      They walked in silence for a moment, the usual comfort between them mingled with a quiet undercurrent of tension. As they approached the entrance to the cafeteria, Greg slowed his steps. The tiny-only section was ahead, but even the smallest spaces couldn’t help the way Mel always felt under the judgmental stares of the other tinies.

      He stopped just outside the door. “I’ll check on you after lunch,” he said, his hand hovering near her, fingers brushing her back in a protective gesture.

      Mel looked up at him, a small smile curving her lips. “Okay,” she said softly, but her eyes searched his for a moment longer. “I know you’ll figure it out, Greg.”

      Greg smiled back, the warm reassurance of it making her feel safer than she had all day. “I will. And Mel… don’t worry. You’re not alone in this.”

      She nodded, though her stomach still twisted slightly as she watched him walk away. But unlike before, she didn’t feel the same dread. She felt a quiet certainty that Greg would find out what happened to the missing tinies. She trusted him.

      As she settled into her seat, the usual stares and murmurs greeted her. The other tinies whispered to each other in hushed tones, and Mel could sense the fear and confusion in the air. Some eyed her with envy, while others looked at her with pity. It didn’t bother her as much as it had before. She knew what they thought, and part of her knew they assumed she was just another one of Greg’s toys. But she wasn’t. She was something more to him. She was important. And no one else needed to understand that.

      Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice behind her.

      “Did you hear? That giant—Craig, Grant, or whatever his name is—supposedly saved a bunch of tinies last night. Dropped them off at the dorm, made a big show of taking care of them.” The voice was low, but there was an edge of skepticism as the speaker glanced nervously around, checking for any giants within earshot.

      Another tiny scoffed, her tone sharp with distrust. “Yeah, sure. Maybe he’s better than the rest, but don’t kid yourself—giants are giants. At the end of the day, they all see us as toys.”

      Mel’s heart sank slightly at the second voice, but she didn’t let it stop her. She knew Greg was different. She’d seen the way he looked after her, the way he protected her even when no one else cared. He had saved those tinies last night, and hadn’t left them behind. He made sure they were safe.

      She sat back, watching the other tinies as they whispered and shifted nervously. She had no doubt that Greg would figure things oue. He wasn’t just going to let this go. The thought of him coming to her rescue again, like he had at the party, filled her with warmth. It was more than protection. It was care. It was love. And she was starting to realize just how much she needed him—not just for safety, but for everything.


      Greg stood outside the cafeteria for a moment, his brow furrowed. The day had already felt off, and hearing about the missing tinies only sharpened his unease. He had dropped Mel off in the tiny-only section, the usual sense of unease settling in as he heard whispers of the tinies’ fear and discomfort. He tried not to let it get to him, but the atmosphere was thick with judgment, and Mel had been visibly shaken earlier.

      He had promised her he would figure out what happened, and he intended to do just that. He turned and made his way toward the main courtyard, his eyes scanning the crowd of giants, looking for anyone who might have information. His heart clenched as he realized he didn’t actually know most of the tinies that hadn’t shown up today. He knew their faces—some of them had been in Mel’s circle of friends—but none of them had names he could recall.

      A few of his friends from the party were lingering nearby, laughing and joking among themselves. He approached them, trying to keep his tone casual as he joined their group. He could feel their eyes on him, but they quickly looked away, knowing he wasn’t the type to get involved in their usual games.

      “Hey, guys,” Greg started, forcing a nonchalant smile. “You know, I had a great time at the party last night. Pretty wild, huh?” He felt the fake enthusiasm slip from his mouth, but he pushed on, trying to sound like he wasn’t bothered by what had happened.

      One of his friends, a broad-shouldered giant with a cocky grin, chuckled. “Yeah, man, you were having fun, huh? Grabbed a few tinies for yourself?” He gave Greg a knowing wink.

      Greg hesitated, but he couldn’t back down now. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “But, uh, some of the others didn’t make it back. Anyone know what happened to them?”

      A different giant shrugged casually, taking a sip of his drink. “Eh, some of ‘em didn’t leave the party, I guess. You know how it is, right? Some of ‘em got stuck in the fun for a bit longer. A few of 'em didn’t even make it back to the dorms last night.”

      Greg narrowed his eyes, but the giant was already dismissing the situation, his grin widening. “They’re probably still passed out somewhere. Doesn’t matter much, right? It’s not like they have anywhere else to go.” He chuckled again, then added, “Some of them got grabbed up by others, but nothing too serious. It’s just a game, after all.”

      “Yeah,” Greg muttered, his fists clenching. “A game. Sure.” He was finding it harder to keep his temper in check, but he forced himself to stay calm. “You guys know who exactly didn’t show up today? Some of them were regulars. Just curious.”

      His friend paused for a second, then looked around at the others, all of them just shrugging or exchanging half-hearted glances. “Nah, not really. You know how it goes. We all just grab whoever’s there and keep it moving. You were busy last night, right? Don’t remember who was still around or whatever.”

      Greg pressed, trying to maintain his composure. “Do you know if anyone else took them? Or where they ended up?”

      The friend’s smirk didn’t falter as he wiped his mouth. “Maybe they got left at the dorms or the party or something. Nothing to freak out over, man. If they’re not here, they’re probably somewhere else, having a good time. No one’s complaining about it.”

      Greg could hear the dismissiveness in his friend’s voice, and the nonchalance gnawed at him. The lack of concern for what had happened to the tinies made his stomach churn. He couldn’t just let this slide. These weren’t just objects to be tossed around for amusement. He needed to find out more.

      “Right,” Greg said, his voice flat. “I’ll check on them. You guys don’t mind if I drop by, right?”

      The broad-shouldered giant shrugged, clearly uninterested. “Sure, whatever, man. But you might wanna check the party first, yeah? I think some of ‘em are still there, but don’t get all weird about it. You know how it goes.”

      Greg nodded, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t going to let this go. He had to do something.

      As he turned to leave, he could hear the distant laughter of the other giants fading behind him. But it didn’t matter. His mind was already set on what he had to do next. He had failed to notice the other tinies last time, but that would change now. He couldn’t be the type of giant that ignored what was happening to them. And he certainly wasn’t going to let this pass without taking action.

      posted in Stories
      J
      Justhereforgiant
    • RE: A Giant Love Story

      Chapter 5: Dropping off and a heated conversation

      Just dialog and character building

      The cool night air was a welcome relief from the chaos of the party, but the tension between Greg and the tinies remained thick. As they approached the tiny-only housing facility, Mel could feel the eyes on them. Whispers filled the air as the other tinies watched, their distrust evident, despite Greg’s attempts to shield them from harm.

      As they neared the door, a tiny man emerged, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Greg. His voice was sharp, defensive. “What do you want?”

      Greg held up his palm slowly, showing the tinies in his hand. “They were at a party. It wasn’t safe. I’m just trying to make sure they’re okay.”

      The tiny man’s eyes flicked between Greg and the tinies, his gaze hard with suspicion. “And I’m supposed to believe you? A person like you, showing up here with a handful of tinies?”

      Mel quickly spoke up, her voice firm. “Look, I get it. You don’t trust him. But he saved us. We’re safe because of him.”

      One of the other tinies, a brown-haired girl, crossed her arms, her skepticism clear. “It’s true. He didn’t hurt us… but that doesn’t mean I trust him.”

      The tiny man hesitated, his gaze flicking between the group. He sighed, stepping aside to let them in. “Fine. But don’t linger.”

      Greg carefully placed the tinies down, his movements careful and deliberate. As they stepped away, a few glances were exchanged—some cautious, others relieved. Greg watched them for a moment, his eyes softening before he turned to leave.

      “You’re safe now,” he said quietly, his words filled with a longing to do more.

      Mel stayed perched on his shoulder, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin, offering a moment of comfort as they walked away. The night had taken its toll, and though the party’s chaos was far behind them, the weight of it all remained.

      “I wish we could’ve done more,” Greg muttered, his jaw tight.

      Mel leaned in, her voice a soft whisper. “We did what we could, Greg. That’s more than anyone else at that party would’ve done.”

      Greg didn’t respond. Instead, he continued walking, his thoughts heavy, but his actions clear—he would protect her, no matter the cost.

      Together, they faded into the night, leaving the dark echoes of the night.


      Greg’s footsteps echoed softly as he walked through the darkened streets, Mel cradled carefully in his hand. The city’s towering buildings loomed like silent giants themselves, casting long shadows under the pale glow of streetlights. Neither of them spoke during the walk back to Greg’s house.

      Mel’s small body trembled in his palm, damp and sticky from the beer she’d been splashed with. Her tiny blue dress clung to her, wrinkled and torn in places, a painful reminder of what she’d endured. Each step Greg took seemed to shake the ground beneath her, her fragile frame pressed into the warmth of his palm. She didn’t moved—just stared at her torn dress, fingers trembling slightly as they grazed the fabric.

      Greg unlocked the door and stepped inside, flipping on a lamp. The soft light bathed the room in a warm glow, contrasting the cold tension between them. He hesitated, the weight of guilt pressing down on him. His voice was low, tight, almost too strained.

      “Do you want to… clean up first? I’ll grab you some towels.”

      Mel nodded weakly, unable to meet his gaze. Her breath caught as she felt the familiar, steadying rhythm of his heartbeat in his hand, but she couldn’t find any comfort in it tonight. Greg set her down gently on the kitchen counter before turning away to grab supplies. She sat there, arms wrapped around her knees, staring at the dried beer on her legs, the faint stickiness still clinging to her skin. The smell of alcohol mixed with the lingering scent of sweat and the heaviness of the party made her stomach churn. She felt small, useless, and exposed, more than she’d ever felt before.

      When Greg returned with a towel and a tiny bowl of warm water, he placed them beside her with care. He didn’t speak at first, just stood there, hovering—like he wasn’t sure what to do, or if anything he did could undo what had already happened. His gaze softened as he watched her, eyes filled with regret, and he opened his mouth to speak. His voice cracked slightly when he did.

      “Mel…” His voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. I should’ve—”

      “Should’ve what?” she interrupted sharply, her voice shaking, a raw edge in it. “Paid attention? Stayed sober? Not let me get passed around like—like some kind of toy?”

      Her words stung him harder than he expected. He flinched, as if her anger physically hit him. The guilt in his chest deepened, the bitter weight of failure sinking in. He clenched his fists at his sides.

      “I know,” he murmured. “I know I failed you. I thought I could keep you safe, but I—” He stopped himself, his fists tightening, trying to hold onto his composure. “I wasn’t good enough.”

      Mel’s anger wavered at the raw regret in his voice, though the ache in her chest didn’t fade. She let out a shaky breath, brushing a tear off her cheek as she looked away, her heart conflicted. “I thought… I thought you’d forget about me, Greg. That I’d be stuck with them all night.” Her voice cracked, her vulnerability slicing through her anger.

      Greg’s shoulders slumped. He leaned his hands on the counter, his face inching closer to hers. The air between them felt thick with unspoken words, the crackling tension as palpable as the quiet hum of the fridge. His voice was tight, but firm. “I’d never forget you. I’d never leave you. I swear to you, Mel, I will never let that happen again.”

      Her gaze locked onto his, her eyes wide and glossy, searching him for something she couldn’t quite name. A small, hesitant breath escaped her lips. “You can’t promise that, Greg. Not in a world like this. Look at what they did to me—and to the others.” She shivered, pulling the towel tighter around her shoulders, the fragile fabric barely enough to shield her. “No one cares about us. Not even when we scream.”

      His jaw tightened, and he slowly exhaled, as if the weight of her words had struck him harder than anything else. “I care,” he said, his voice low and fierce, as though daring anyone to contradict him. “I know I messed up tonight, but I care about you more than anything, Mel. I’m going to make this right. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

      The room was silent for a long moment, except for the ticking of a clock in the background. Mel stared at him, unable to look away. For a moment, she saw a flicker of something in his eyes—something real, something raw—and she wasn’t sure if it was love or guilt or something more tangled in between.

      Finally, she sighed and leaned into his hand as it cupped beside her, the warmth of his palm offering an anchor amidst her inner chaos. “I don’t know how to feel, Greg,” she admitted softly, her voice quiet, almost too soft to hear. “You’re the only one I trust, but tonight… I don’t know if I even trust myself anymore.”

      Greg’s expression softened, his thumb brushing her back lightly. “It’s okay to feel that way. You’ve been through so much.” He paused, the weight of his next words pressing heavy in his chest. “But you’re stronger than you think, Mel. You stood up for yourself—and for the others. You didn’t let them break you.”

      Her lips quirked into a faint, sad smile. “Only because you came for me in the end.”

      He shook his head, a rueful smile barely forming on his lips. “You shouldn’t have to rely on me to save you all the time. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you never feel like that again. But if there’s ever a next time…” His voice hardened, and his hands flexed as if ready to strike. “I won’t let anyone lay a finger on you.”

      Mel leaned into his touch, her small frame dwarfed by his massive hand. “Just… don’t drink like that again, okay? I need you to be there. Really there.”

      Greg nodded, his chest tight with determination, eyes burning with a promise that only he could make. “I won’t. I promise.”

      They stayed like that for a while, the tension slowly easing into an uneasy calm. Greg eventually carried her to her tiny room, helping her settle in for the night. As he turned off the lights and left her to sleep, he couldn’t shake the image of her terrified face at the party.

      He clenched his fists, his heart still beating erratically from the horror he’d witnessed. He had failed her once. He wouldn’t let it happen again.

      posted in Stories
      J
      Justhereforgiant
    • A Giant Love Story

      Hey everyone. I’ve been on this site for a while but have never talked. Recently I’ve been using an ai to create a story about a college campus with tinies and giants, and you can probably guess how the giants treat the tinies. It follows a giant named Greg and a tiny named Mel. Greg isn’t like other giants, he actually sees tinies as people. Wanted to see if that’d interest anyone, and how you would feel about it being ai generated? I made it using that as there any stories I could find like it, and I used AI mainly because its easier. I think it reads okay, but I know some people don’t like that sort of thing. Let me know!

      posted in Stories
      J
      Justhereforgiant
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