It was eerie quiet. I couldn’t see anything. Nothing could be felt. Where was I?
The last thing I knew, I was in the elevator on the way to my class. The elevator abruptly came to a halt and the lights went out. “No worries”, I thought, being in this situation before. I reached forward to where the buttons were to press for the telephone to the help line, but nothing was there. No wall, no buttons; nothing.
I sat down on the floor of the elevator. It felt slightly different to what I had known it to be – not that I took any notice before, but it seemed to be slightly more…plush, if anything. Not questioning the comfort of the carpet given the situation, I sat there wondering what was going on and where I was. I quickly went to sleep, being tired from completing the assessment piece from last night.
I woke up to a vibration across the ground. “Whaa….earthquake?!” I yelled, as I tried to brace myself as best as possible against…well, anything that I could find. I ran in the darkness, not caring where I ended up – I just needed something. Being surprised at how large this room was, I suddenly whacked into something and fell on the floor. The earthquake was still coming, yet it seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. Finally finding something, I tried to grab on to whatever was in front of me, but found it difficult to grip it’s smooth surface. The earthquakes were getting more intense. I needed to secure myself to whatever this was, before I get injured.
Then, a loud creaking sound. “Was that a building collapsing?” I thought, still not being able to see anything. For not a second later, a blinding light pierced my eyes and whited out everything. “Holy shit, I’m dead!” I thought, as the blinding white light could only mean one thing. I let go of what I was trying to hang on to, thinking that it didn’t matter any longer. The earthquakes were getting more intense and more frequent. I couldn’t hear anything else. Was I really dead, or is this something else?
I’m beginning to become accustom to this bright light. Things are slowly becoming to fruition around me. What I was grabbing onto seemed to be….a large pillar? It seemed to extend upwards longer than anything I’ve ever seen. At the top was a sort of roof, but it was unlike any roof I’ve ever seen before. Somehow, this structure is resisting this loud and very intense earthquake.
Suddenly, without warning, it all shifted to one direction. And what my eyes managed to see after that was unimaginable – but then it all made sense.
Two tall columns of never-ending denim stretched upwards and joined at a flowing white button up shirt. Two mounds blocked whatever else was above of that, but a few stray strands of dark brown hair were scattered among the shirt. A large black surface blocked my view momentarily, and a suddenly found the source of the earthquakes – two large silver ballerina flats landed either side of me, quietly housing what I assume were a pair of the largest feet I’ve ever seen. The structure – which I can now safely say was a chair – returned to its former position and came towards me as this giantess nestled on the huge chair.
The assumption about her having the largest feet I’ve ever seen was proven correct, as her left heel popped out of the flat. It was slightly red – from the walk across the campus, I assumed – and had a slight shine to it. I could only guess that it was a light film of sweat from walking in the surprisingly hot day in the middle of the fall. The rest of the foot followed in a spectacular fashion, then moved over to the other flat to allow the other foot to emerge from its sheltered position, in equal fashion. Each foot pushed the flat forward slightly (to her perspective), then swung back to meet each other’s ankle as they became crossed, right over left.
This has all became something of a dream; impossible for it to be reality. But the miniscule details in her foot and her smooth sole, the slight vibrations as she softly tapped the floor with her toe, the subtle smell wafting from her now vacant flat – this was too real. And if this is real, then I’m in danger out here. I have to do something. Anything.
I had to contact her, somehow.
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Victoria sighed as she went up the stairs in her building. She had just walked across campus on a very hot day because her friend, Amy, had told her to meet up in a room for a study session. She didn’t really want to hang around the campus any longer, already being here for a good few hours and writing down notes for lectures. She just wanted to go home and prop her feet up and relax in front of the television. “I hope she’s actually going to study and not bitch about her life”, Victoria thought as she reached the floor that Amy told her to meet in.
She opened the door of the what seemed to be a vacant class room, and turned the light on. As she sat down at one of the desks, she felt relieved that she was able to air out her feet without worrying about anyone commenting on the smell. She crossed her feet at the ankles underneath her chair and started to get a few books out.
“Where are you, Amy?”
I stood there dumbfounded as my eyes scanned the giant soles of this magnificent woman. An audible but very unclear murmur erupted from the unknown above the chair. Was it the giantess above me speaking? If I cannot understand speech at this height, then I am at a severe disadvantage when it comes to finding someone to help me.
That is, if I can find someone to help me.
Okay. Think. If this is the same building as I was in before this happened, then I must be in Social Sciences. The same building that I’ve been attending classes in for the last two years. And if my memory serves me correctly, there is a panel suitable for pins and velcro for presentations in each room. Perfect! The soft and plush wall panel will be great for climbing and scanning the area for anything that could help me. Looking around for a blue panel, I walk a little to the left to see past the gargantuan feet and toes – which are slightly wiggling to the will of their master – and I spot the board. On the other side of the room.
I start to make my way to the other side of the room. This will involve me passing the feet and shoes of this woman, and then across the centre, underneath two rows of desks and then it’s just a small distance to the edge of the wall. “Too easy”, I think. “I’m already past the shoes. I don’t think there’s going to be any threat or problems that could sto-“
The creaking sound cracks through the air again, just like a few minutes ago. Does this mean another giant being?
There’s a movement of air behind me. I turn around to see the two feet of the woman behind me fling out from behind the chair and rest flat on the floor, ready to take the weight of the giantess about to stand. She’s left her flats here, so she couldn’t be leaving the room. Large tremors yet again rattle me to the core with huge vibrations as she walks away from her chair. I think I can feel smaller tremors as well; ones that are not in sync with the larger ones. I follow her feet as they walk. They meet up with another pair of feet on the other side of the room. They seem to be clad in thin white flip flops. After a brief moment and more unrecognisable speech, the bare feet lead the newly entered pair towards the seat they previously occupied. Watching this all occur, I haven’t moved from my position since I heard the loud creaking noise. The barefoot giantess retakes her seat and stretches out her legs.
Towards me.
The shadow of the foot looms over me. Fear paralyses my body as the smooth, shiny sole slowly descends upon my position. It’s too late for me to do anything, and to move anywhere. This is it. I’m going to meet my fate, thanks to the sole of an unaware woman on the floor of a Social Sciences classroom. These were my only thoughts as it completed the slow descent to the ground and my body made contact.
The darkness was sudden. It felt like I was buried underneath the world’s biggest dog pile. This is what death feels like. Dark. Painful. Slightly smelly.
…wait, slightly smelly?
Within a second, light re-entered my eyes as I moved at warp speed. What was happening? Was I ascending to heaven? What was this slight stench? The bright light discouraged my sense of vision to function properly for a few seconds, disorientating my already confused mind. I started to slow down, coming to a full stop. My eyes re-adjusted. The stench still emanating from its source. I started to make out what I could see, expecting light fluffy clouds and radiant sun beams – if the legends of heaven were to be believed.
Instead, I saw a cream surface. And a large metallic pillar.
Was this the chair that I was looking at before?
Thoughts started to click into place. Irrelevant facts consisting of ones started to form twos: The underside of the chair. The warp speed. The slight stench.
I’m stuck to the sole of this giantess.
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Victoria started to grow impatient. She was never really a girl that you could keep waiting. She fidgeted with her hair and slowly wiggled her toes, trying to contain her insatiable need to be doing something. Anything.
The door opened. Amy poked her head in. Without either one of them saying a word, Amy walked in as Victoria got out of her chair to greet her. Sure, she may have been slightly late and she’s not the best person to study with due to her need for gossiping, but Amy is her best friend. Nothing gets in the way between the two.
“Hey, how are you?” asked Amy as she walked in with a brisk pace. “Sorry I’m late, I got stopped by Christina on the way and she just had to tell me the news!”
“The news?” replied Victoria, showing only the slightest bit of interest.
“Sit down. This is a long story”, said Amy, as she hurried Victoria back to her seat.
Victoria took her seat and immediately relaxed. “Okay”, she thought. “Just listen to her story. Maybe you’ll find it interesting, or it’s about a really cute guy.” She stretched her legs out and got in a chilled position, ready to hear the story from the excited Amy.
“Okay, so you know the story about Dan and Sophia? Yeah, so, apparently, they both went to the movies the other night, and one was expecting something to happen and the other…”
Victoria immediately knew this story was going to be one hundred percent uninteresting to her. She started to zone out as Amy went on and on about these people that Victoria didn’t care about, while also removing herself from her relaxed state and back in to study mode with her feet under the chair and head in her notes. The least she could do is finish reading the page as Amy was lost in her world of gossip and social events.
“This better not be a long story”, thought Victoria.