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It’s been days since I last saw daylight…. Or any light at all for that matter.
It’s hard to remember how I got here. I remember my village shaking, lots of noise and screaming, and a mountain of earth piling towards us. I don’t know where I am… or where my friends and family are.
Did…. Did anyone survive? Am I dead? I’m so hungry… and thirsty…and I feel so weak.
I’m always hearing movement outside of….wherever I am. I can hear footsteps and talking. Doors closing, food cooking. But here I am…. In darkness and trapped in this…little box shaped room.
Sometimes I cry…..that’s actually a lie…. I cry almost all day….until I eventually pass out. I wonder if I still cry when I fall asleep….
I’ve been trying to convince myself otherwise…but I know who did this. The macros. These things are always their fault, their doing. We try to live away from them…. In the woods… or underground… We try to just live our lives and not bother anyone, but they always find a way to us and destroy everything for them to build…whatever they want. We don’t even matter to them. And they KNOW we’re not mindless bugs. They KNOW what we are….. but……but they just don’t care….do they?
My friends are dead…my family is dead….my village is…….it’s gone…. isn’t it?
Heh, you know, I actually scratch the number of days I’ve been in here on the wall of…wherever I am…?
I think I’m up to 4… I can’t tell… it’s too dark and I’m too weak to try and remember.
Even if I were to get out of here, where would I go? There’s no wh……………………what was that?
I hear footsteps again…but….why are they getting louder? And… I feel vibrations on the ground. Is… is this a macro? Is it coming this way?!
Suddenly I became full of energy…….or maybe just raw fear as I jumped up and clawed at the walls like a frightened animal in a cage. The footsteps approaching was like thunderous ticking of a clock, and…………………………………………..they stopped. My time had run out.
Next thing I know…. I am blinded with an intense bright light, and I found myself unwillingly crying as I looked up………..at……at his face. His black fur-covered canine face…and his green eyes. He was wearing a red tank top and I could see he had a gold necklace on as well.
His white tipped ears flicked as he glared down at me….. and for a moment…there was nothing but silence as we locked eyes. The simple act of him looking at me made my body shake and cower…..he wasn’t even doing anything and here I am terrified and crying in the corner…..and my state didn’t appear to faze him at all.
This moment felt like forever, and to be honest…. I have no idea how long it actually lasted, but it ended with a grin, he was looking down at me with a cocky arrogant grin on his face.
……..I’ll never forget that face…….
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It’s been days since I last saw daylight…. Or any light at all for that matter.
It’s hard to remember how I got here. I remember my village shaking, lots of noise and screaming, and a mountain of earth piling towards us. I don’t know where I am… or where my friends and family are.
Did…. Did anyone survive? Am I dead? I’m so hungry… and thirsty…and I feel so weak.
I’m always hearing movement outside of….wherever I am. I can hear footsteps and talking. Doors closing, food cooking. But here I am…. In darkness and trapped in this…little box shaped room.
Sometimes I cry…..that’s actually a lie…. I cry almost all day….until I eventually pass out. I wonder if I still cry when I fall asleep….
I’ve been trying to convince myself otherwise…but I know who did this. The macros. These things are always their fault, their doing. We try to live away from them…. In the woods… or underground… We try to just live our lives and not bother anyone, but they always find a way to us and destroy everything for them to build…whatever they want. We don’t even matter to them. And they KNOW we’re not mindless bugs. They KNOW what we are….. but……but they just don’t care….do they?
My friends are dead…my family is dead….my village is…….it’s gone…. isn’t it?
Heh, you know, I actually scratch the number of days I’ve been in here on the wall of…wherever I am…?
I think I’m up to 4… I can’t tell… it’s too dark and I’m too weak to try and remember.
Even if I were to get out of here, where would I go? There’s no wh……………………what was that?
I hear footsteps again…but….why are they getting louder? And… I feel vibrations on the ground. Is… is this a macro? Is it coming this way?!
Suddenly I became full of energy…….or maybe just raw fear as I jumped up and clawed at the walls like a frightened animal in a cage. The footsteps approaching was like thunderous ticking of a clock, and…………………………………………..they stopped. My time had run out.
Next thing I know…. I am blinded with an intense bright light, and I found myself unwillingly crying as I looked up………..at……at his face. His black fur-covered canine face…and his green eyes. He was wearing a red tank top and I could see he had a gold necklace on as well.
His white tipped ears flicked as he glared down at me….. and for a moment…there was nothing but silence as we locked eyes. The simple act of him looking at me made my body shake and cower…..he wasn’t even doing anything and here I am terrified and crying in the corner…..and my state didn’t appear to faze him at all.
This moment felt like forever, and to be honest…. I have no idea how long it actually lasted, but it ended with a grin, he was looking down at me with a cocky arrogant grin on his face.
……..I’ll never forget that face…….
I'm starting a story that's kind of inspired by an artist known as :usersaltytart: .
His comics are pretty realistic... and they're more about the emotions of what a micro and a macro would be like together, and they are probably my favorite comics.
You see..... I don't like Macros that are cocky.....they're arrogant jerks that, just because they're bigger, can do whatever they want. Sometimes thinking about it makes me sad.
At the end of the day... I really do feel like a Micro in real life. I always feel like.... I don't get a say... and all I can do is shut up and obey.
Don't get me wrong, I like stomping, and voring (is that a word?) and all that fun stuff... but... I don't like death. I don't care if its fantasy... it scares me most of the time........ I guess I'm too emotionally attached to something that isn't even real.... but I digress.
This is the beginning of a story I'm making, about well.... like saltytart's comic... a Micro that is ripped from life as he knew it... and is now facing a new reality. My version.... won't be as nice.... and things will get worse before they get better. Kind of like American Horror Story: Asylum, for those who know that TV show.
I get short bursts of inspiration, and I tend to write when I think up something and am in the mood. I literally just pulled this little intro out of thin air.
My goal here is not to turn you on (though I think that's inevitable for some, and yes, there will be some mature scenes), but to get you emotionally invested in either the macro, or micros side. So for those of you that are expecting a fap fest, you can go back to looking at my feet, or whatever it is you do.
Either way, I would really appreciate it is you would leave some feedback, or were to maybe share this with others. I'd be honored if you find any of this story +FAV worthy, but I really just want people to maybe, I don't really know... just.... look at macrophilla a different way.
If you took the time to read this little intro and then this entire description, I thank you. I don't know when the next part will come out, but I'm hoping saltytart's comics will continue to inspire me, and new parts will come out in some sort of regular fashion.
Thank you again. See you later.
His comics are pretty realistic... and they're more about the emotions of what a micro and a macro would be like together, and they are probably my favorite comics.
You see..... I don't like Macros that are cocky.....they're arrogant jerks that, just because they're bigger, can do whatever they want. Sometimes thinking about it makes me sad.
At the end of the day... I really do feel like a Micro in real life. I always feel like.... I don't get a say... and all I can do is shut up and obey.
Don't get me wrong, I like stomping, and voring (is that a word?) and all that fun stuff... but... I don't like death. I don't care if its fantasy... it scares me most of the time........ I guess I'm too emotionally attached to something that isn't even real.... but I digress.
This is the beginning of a story I'm making, about well.... like saltytart's comic... a Micro that is ripped from life as he knew it... and is now facing a new reality. My version.... won't be as nice.... and things will get worse before they get better. Kind of like American Horror Story: Asylum, for those who know that TV show.
I get short bursts of inspiration, and I tend to write when I think up something and am in the mood. I literally just pulled this little intro out of thin air.
My goal here is not to turn you on (though I think that's inevitable for some, and yes, there will be some mature scenes), but to get you emotionally invested in either the macro, or micros side. So for those of you that are expecting a fap fest, you can go back to looking at my feet, or whatever it is you do.
Either way, I would really appreciate it is you would leave some feedback, or were to maybe share this with others. I'd be honored if you find any of this story +FAV worthy, but I really just want people to maybe, I don't really know... just.... look at macrophilla a different way.
If you took the time to read this little intro and then this entire description, I thank you. I don't know when the next part will come out, but I'm hoping saltytart's comics will continue to inspire me, and new parts will come out in some sort of regular fashion.
Thank you again. See you later.
Category Story / Macro / Micro
Species Human
Gender Male
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