HGlock SM - Tiny Twin Brother.zip

Mary and Brad were at home, the two year old twins playing together in the living room. They were on the carpeted floor, surrounded by toys and coloring books. Brad was building a fort out of couch cushions while Mary colored with bright crayons. Suddenly, Brad felt a strange tingling sensation wash over his body. To his shock, he began shrinking rapidly down, down, down until he was smaller than a mouse! "Mary! Help!" he called out in a tiny voice. But his sister paid no attention, focussed on her coloring. Brad was now only an inch tall. Panicking, he scurried across the floor, trying again. "Mary! I'm down here! I shrunk!" Still, no reaction from his sister. Brad realized she couldn't hear his miniscule voice. He had to find help! The room suddenly seemed cavernous to Brad. He ventured towards Mary's discarded tights and socks to hide. But the pungent stench of sweat and stale air from her feet made his tiny nose wrinkle. Brad gagged and fled from the stinky foot coverings. Just then, Brad felt himself shrinking again and cried out. He was now only half an inch tall! Frantically, he zig-zagged across the floor, desperate to escape. That's when he spotted the crack at the bottom of the door - he could squeeze through it and find help in the hallway! Heart pounding, Brad made a mad dash for the door. But as he reached it, he heard the floorboard creak. A huge female voice boomed out. "Mary, have you seen your little brother?" More creaking footsteps and then the door swung open. Brad froze in terror, still on the floor. A giant silhouette filled the doorway - their mother Silvia. She was wearing white clog sandals, her painted toenails glistening in the light. Brad's heart nearly burst out of his tiny chest. "Oh, Brad! There you are," their mother said. She took a step into the room, not noticing the minifigure of her son on the floor. Her eyes scanned around, then she spotted him and gasped. Just as Brad turned to run, Silvia brought her foot down - CRUNCH! The tiny two year old boy was flattened instantly under her heavy clog sole. Brad's world went dark and silent as he was crushed against the carpet. His last thought was of Mary. He loved her so much. Then nothingness. Silvia never noticed the tiny crunch beneath her foot. "There you are, Bubby," she cooed. Then without missing a beat, she turned to leave the room, bare feet padding on the carpet, not a care in the world. Brad was gone, crushed to death under his mother's shoe, and never seen again. His distraught sister would forever wonder what happened to her beloved twin brother that fateful day. But their mother went on as if nothing happened. For her, Brad now simply didn't exist anymore.