Giant Tom

Tom always liked to walk through the woods and think.  It was the only

time he could be alone with his thoughts without interruption.  He

preferred to be alone.  He liked to use his imagination as he walked,

pretending to be fantasy characters.  His favorite fantasy was being a

giant.  But this day was different.  Tom walked without any particular

direction.  He didn't know how far he had gone until he came upon a

small overlook.  He had never been this far before.  He could see a

house in the distance.  He decided to get a closer look at the house.

He judged the house to be about half a mile away, but was surprised to

find that it was much closer.  As he walked toward it he noticed that

it didn't seem to get bigger.  Within minutes he was in the yard of

the house.  He looked at the house in disbelief, it was so small.  It

only came up to his waist.  The small house was two story with a very

neat looking yard around it.

Tom's curiosity got the best of him.  He walked up to the tiny house

and began to inspect it.  Everything around the house was small.

There was even a small car in the yard.  Tom reached down and picked

up the car to get a closer look at it.  He was feeling like a real

giant and he liked it.

Paul had been too busy to notice the giant coming toward his house.

He was playing really load music and playing a video game.  It wasnt

until he got up to leave for town that he noticed movement out of the

window.  He walked over to the window and was shocked to see a giant

man in his yard holding his car in his hand.  Fear overtook him and he

panicked.  He ran downstairs to lock the front door, not realizing

that this was useless.

Tom heard the door of the little house slam.  Still holding the car, 

he walked up to the house.  He towered over the house.  Tom began to

feel strong and powerful as he stood over the little building.  Could

there really be a little person living in it?  He had to know.  Tom

bent down and peered into the windows.

Paul yelled as a giant eye looked into the house at him.  There was no

where to go.

Tom spotted the tiny little man in one of the upstairs rooms.  He

couldn't resist now.  He was a real giant, and this was his fantasy

come true.

Tom crushed the little car in his hand and let it drop.  He started to

laugh as he made a fist and punched a hole into the wall of the house.

Paul ran from the room just as the giant hand came in for him.  He

tried to run downstairs and hide but the giant was watching him

through the windows.  Laughing at him.  The front door went flying as

the giant reached in through to grab Paul.  Paul fled back upstairs to

the only room with no windows.

Tom was enjoying this game.  He would have the little man, there was

no escape from him.  He couldn't see him now but he knew how to fix

that.  Tom stood up and grabbed a corner of the roof.  He easily

ripped off a huge section.  It was easy to find his little toy now.

Paul stood watching helpless as the roof was torn off.  He looked up

at the huge giant.  The giant was incredible.  He must have been about

50 feet tall and was very muscular.  There was nothing he could do as

the giant reached down and grabbed him.

Tom picked up the little man in his fist.  He loved feeling the man

squirm.  Tom looked at him and laughed again.  "Fe Fi Fo Fum," he

said, and laughed some more.  Tom decided to show off for the little

captive.  "How does it feel to be at the mercy of a giant?"  He began

flexing his biceps and pushing the little man up against them.

Tom wanted more.  He figured that if there was one little house here,

there should be more.  It was then that he noticed a tiny little road

leading away from the house.  He looked at the little captive and

decided that he wanted to know what it felt like to crush a man in his

hand.  He closed his hand around Paul and became excited as he felt

the tiny bones breaking.  Tom dropped him and began following the tiny

road.  He was a giant now, and he wanted to try lots of different

things to have fun.

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Tom walked only a little ways before he saw a small truck coming down

the little road.  Time for more fun.  He stepped out when the truck

was close enough and put his hiking boot right in the path of the

truck.  The truck swerved sideways and skidded to a stop.  There were

two men in the little truck.  One of them stumbled out and looked

around.  He looked up at Tom and began to laugh.  "I see giants now!"

he said, and stumbled backwards.  Tom knew at once that these guys

were drunk.  He shook his head with disapproval and reached for the

truck.  The driver wasn't aware of what was going on.  He shook his

head to clear it and tried to get his bearings.  This was when he

looked out of the window and saw a giant face looking at him.  The

driver yelled and tried to get out of the truck until he realized that

his truck was up in the air.  Tom laughed at him.  "Drinking this

early and driving, you will have to be punished."  Tom started to

swing the truck through the air.  This made the driver sick.  He then

ran the truck along his body as if it was a road.  When he reached the

opposite arm, Tom had an idea.  He rolled the truck down to the crook

in his arm.  "Toll bridge," he said, as he began to flex with the

truck in the crook of his arm.  Tom's bicep pushed up against the

truck with a slow squeezing motion.  The sides of the truck gave way

to the giant muscle.  Tom really enjoyed that and wanted to do it

again.  He was sure he would find more.  He looked into what was left

of the truck and saw that the driver was dead.  He then balled the

truck up in his hands and tossed it.

Tom now turned his attention to the passenger of the truck.  He was

trying to get away now, but was stumbling too much.  Tom walked up to

him and placed his hiking boot just over the little man.  The little

man screamed as Tom slowly stepped down on him, squashing him.

This was too much fun for Tom.  He decided to run down the tiny road

now.  He wanted to see what was down it.  It was only minutes before

he reached the edge of a complete little town.  Tom stripped off his

shirt and pounded his chest.  With a roar he entered the little town.

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Tom walked into the little town, smiling as he watched all the tiny

people run for shelter.  He liked the fear he could feel from them.

There was so much he could do, he didn't know what to try first.  The

answer came to him when he saw a bus moving down one of the streets.

Tom laughed as he easily caught up with the bus and picked it up.  It

was full of tiny people, all screaming at the sight of this giant.  He

felt powerful holding a bus full of people.  He began to shake the bus

just for fun.  The peoples' screams got louder as they were jarred

around in the bus.  Tom then held the bus with one arm and with his

free hand, tore off the top of the bus.  One by one he grabbed a

passenger in his hand.  He ended the life of each one a different way.

One he crushed.  Another he dropped.  One he snapped in two.  He felt

no remorse for these helpless people, 'cause to him they were just

toys.  He began to run out of ideas until he remembered that giants

were supposed to eat people.  He thought he would try it.  The last

one in the bus was a young guy.  He cowered between the seats hoping

Tom wouldn't see him.  "You get a special treat for trying to hide

from me," Tom said, smiling wickedly.  Tom grabbed him up and held him

in front of his face.  "You get to become part of me."  Tom tilted

back his head and lowered the guy into his mouth.  He realized that he

really liked the feeling of a person in his mouth.  Tom played with

him for a few minutes before he bit down and chewed him up.  He loved

it.

His fever of power was getting stronger.  Tom began to go on a full

rampage.  He reached into buildings to grab people and then eat them.

When he didn't want to eat anymore he just terrorized them before

crushing them.  He attacked everything.  Cars on the street, people

running away from him, people in houses, nothing was sheltered from

this giant.

At one point, some police tried to stop him with guns.  The tiny

bullets were nothing to him.  He grabbed up two officers and crushed

them together in one hand.  One officer tried to run into a nearby

office building.  Tom laughed at how futile this was.  He bent down

and punched his fist through the wall of the building.  He then felt

around inside for the cop.  He found unlucky people working in the

building.  He crushed them quickly, but he was looking for the cop.

He finally caught the tiny officer.  The cop begged for mercy as Tom

stood up with the guy in his hand.  Tom then pushed the little cop

into his chest.  "See how strong I am, your weak little weapons can't

hurt me."  Tom laughed at him.  The tiny cop was pushed up against

Tom's chest, making his movements in his chest hair tickle.  Then Tom

slowly made a fist crushing the tiny officer.

Tom had a tiny town all his own.  He would come back to terrorize the

town often.  From time to time the little people would have some kind

of weapon to try and stop the giant.  But these were never effective.

Tom owned them.  Only he knew where they were.  They were his toys.

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