The giant surveyed the landscape, wondering where all the people were. Truth was, he didn't know he was a giant. Everyone else he had ever come in contact with was a giant, so humans - the little people he had no knowledge of - didn't exist in his mind. Yes, he saw them, but they were nothing but insignificant little insects, ants, only there to annoy and crush.

He marveled at this world, so green and rocky, so unlike the limitless cloudy floors of his huge domain. He reached down and picked a few blades of grass, and at once realized why they were called blades, as one pricked his fingers. He sucked the blood drop off his hand and smiled. Sure, it hurt, but what was more important was that it also smelled nice. Pine-scented. He always envisioned pine trees to be so much bigger. Maybe these were but sapplings?

Another few steps to his left and he found a small miniature dollhouse village, like his sisters used to play with. And inside, on the streets, making tiny peeps he couldn't make out, were automoton dolls. So lifelike! He'd have to remember this place to show his family when they returned. What a world!

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Eric J. Krause pens stories from Orange County, California, just minutes away from Disneyland. He has over two dozen short stories published in magazines such as The Absent Willow Review, Trail of Indiscretion, Allegory, and Nocturnal Ooze, just to name a few.

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