A Short Run
by J. M. Wilde
A brief fantasy of an unaware giantess and destruction
His first thought was that a nuclear bomb had gone off. Everything shook more violently than any earthquake he could imagine. Furniture was knocked out of place. Glass shattered. Wood splintered.
In an instant the television was broken, the refrigerator slammed onto the floor, and the entire house lurched.
Moments passed in stunned silence before his instincts took over. Not that there were any instincts for whatever the hell was happening. When he finally regained some semblance of direction, he stumbled to the front door. That’s where you were supposed to stand in case of an earthquake, he remembered. At least he hoped that was correct. It was difficult to think clearly as fear cranked his heartbeat up and slowed rational thought down.
Just as his hands braced themselves on the doorframe, it happened again. “Boom” didn’t begin to describe it. The force of the blow threatened to rip the house apart entirely. This couldn’t be an earthquake. Could it really be a bomb? The ramifications were too much for him to contemplate.
Though it certainly sounded like the end of the world.
That’s when he saw it. Standing braced in the open doorway, looking towards the city, there was a strange purple light. It stood taller than a skyscraper. Hell, it was taller than a dozen skyscrapers stacked on top of each other.
“Nuclear fallout...” he whispered to himself, dazed. But nuclear fallout shouldn’t look like a massive purple cloud, should it? And it was less like a rolling mist and was curved at the top, like an archway. Nothing about it made sense. The only possible explanation he could think of was that something new, maybe even more powerful than any nuke, had been created.
And he was in ground zero for the test run.
It happened in slow motion. As he stood there, staring at whatever that misty purple archway might be, something descended in front of him. First, a shadow spread over the entire block, blanketing countless houses and buildings downhill from his home in its darkness. Then, the thing that created the shadow followed.
Slowly, slowly, it fell. The sight of it was...absurd. It was a shoe. To be precise, it was an athletic shoe, the kind a person might wear on the basketball court.
It was bigger than the entire city block.
And it stomped down.
The force of it sent him flying back towards the wall. There was just a moment of sharp pain and then darkness. His last memory was the view of that shoe, and a leg, stretching up out of sight.
The front yard security camera caught sight of the gargantuan human form towering into the heavens. Its view just barely captured more of the leg, going much higher than any of the buildings on the horizon, the knee dwarfing the skyline.
And then it too was left in darkness. The power went out all over the city. As the shockwave subsided, everything was silent.
---
She set out for her morning run. It was cool but not too chilly, just as she liked it. There was a bit of fog on the path. She didn’t mind. It was peaceful.
It happened so fast that she barely noticed it. A patch of fog formed just in front of her, and it seemed to have an odd, purplish color. It didn’t quite register for a moment. She kept her pace for a few more steps, and felt a rush of vertigo.
The park suddenly seemed...strange. Flatter. The trees seemed farther away. Or were they even there at all? The ground felt different, and she could’ve sworn she’d heard a crunching sound beneath her feet, even though fall was months away and there were no dried leaves. Had she stepped in something? That purple mist was there again, and seemed to envelope her...
And then the moment passed.
She stopped and looked around the park. It had been quiet when she had started out that morning. It was still quiet, but now it seemed...eerily so. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why. Absent-mindedly, she checked her watch. As she looked down at her wrist, her gaze traveled further, towards her shoes. There was some sort of trash or something on them. She cast a quick glance back but saw nothing on the footpath.
There was definitely something on her shoes, though. It looked like dirt, and some bits of metal or plastic. Some kid must have been playing in the mud and dropped their toys or something, she thought.
Luckily, there was a water spout nearby.
It would be easy to wash her shoes off.
In an instant the television was broken, the refrigerator slammed onto the floor, and the entire house lurched.
Moments passed in stunned silence before his instincts took over. Not that there were any instincts for whatever the hell was happening. When he finally regained some semblance of direction, he stumbled to the front door. That’s where you were supposed to stand in case of an earthquake, he remembered. At least he hoped that was correct. It was difficult to think clearly as fear cranked his heartbeat up and slowed rational thought down.
Just as his hands braced themselves on the doorframe, it happened again. “Boom” didn’t begin to describe it. The force of the blow threatened to rip the house apart entirely. This couldn’t be an earthquake. Could it really be a bomb? The ramifications were too much for him to contemplate.
Though it certainly sounded like the end of the world.
That’s when he saw it. Standing braced in the open doorway, looking towards the city, there was a strange purple light. It stood taller than a skyscraper. Hell, it was taller than a dozen skyscrapers stacked on top of each other.
“Nuclear fallout...” he whispered to himself, dazed. But nuclear fallout shouldn’t look like a massive purple cloud, should it? And it was less like a rolling mist and was curved at the top, like an archway. Nothing about it made sense. The only possible explanation he could think of was that something new, maybe even more powerful than any nuke, had been created.
And he was in ground zero for the test run.
It happened in slow motion. As he stood there, staring at whatever that misty purple archway might be, something descended in front of him. First, a shadow spread over the entire block, blanketing countless houses and buildings downhill from his home in its darkness. Then, the thing that created the shadow followed.
Slowly, slowly, it fell. The sight of it was...absurd. It was a shoe. To be precise, it was an athletic shoe, the kind a person might wear on the basketball court.
It was bigger than the entire city block.
And it stomped down.
The force of it sent him flying back towards the wall. There was just a moment of sharp pain and then darkness. His last memory was the view of that shoe, and a leg, stretching up out of sight.
The front yard security camera caught sight of the gargantuan human form towering into the heavens. Its view just barely captured more of the leg, going much higher than any of the buildings on the horizon, the knee dwarfing the skyline.
And then it too was left in darkness. The power went out all over the city. As the shockwave subsided, everything was silent.
---
She set out for her morning run. It was cool but not too chilly, just as she liked it. There was a bit of fog on the path. She didn’t mind. It was peaceful.
It happened so fast that she barely noticed it. A patch of fog formed just in front of her, and it seemed to have an odd, purplish color. It didn’t quite register for a moment. She kept her pace for a few more steps, and felt a rush of vertigo.
The park suddenly seemed...strange. Flatter. The trees seemed farther away. Or were they even there at all? The ground felt different, and she could’ve sworn she’d heard a crunching sound beneath her feet, even though fall was months away and there were no dried leaves. Had she stepped in something? That purple mist was there again, and seemed to envelope her...
And then the moment passed.
She stopped and looked around the park. It had been quiet when she had started out that morning. It was still quiet, but now it seemed...eerily so. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why. Absent-mindedly, she checked her watch. As she looked down at her wrist, her gaze traveled further, towards her shoes. There was some sort of trash or something on them. She cast a quick glance back but saw nothing on the footpath.
There was definitely something on her shoes, though. It looked like dirt, and some bits of metal or plastic. Some kid must have been playing in the mud and dropped their toys or something, she thought.
Luckily, there was a water spout nearby.
It would be easy to wash her shoes off.
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Text Copyright 2018
All text and writings are copyright J. M. Wilde unless otherwise noted.
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Text Copyright 2018
All text and writings are copyright J. M. Wilde unless otherwise noted.