He imagined his mother shaking her head in disappointment for giving in to the bullies, he imagined his father’s face creasing with worry over the fact that he could get hurt, he imagined the pain when the monster’s fist hit his cheeks.
The woman sighed. It was not like she did not want to cook. She, in fact, liked to cook. The entire process of thinking up different menus, doing grocery shopping, spreading the ingredients across the table, cutting the vegetables, and sauteing the recipes, gave her interesting moments. But all of it failed when it came to sitting down and eating…
The woman sat there looking out of the window, fists wound tightly, and teeth clenched, screaming inside her head. The woman, who was a personification of a petite person on the outside, was Hulk on the inside.
“What?!” asked the Giantess in shock. “But I have put so much effort into every single design. The cost of the design should match my effort.”
The bearded man entered the building holding a big, thick, book in his hand. He had entered and exited the building so many times now that he had stopped keeping track of the number very long ago.
The woman sat bolt upright on her cot. The noise that had woken her up had been the most piercing one she had ever experienced, and she immediately realised that it was an alarm of some kind.
The boy looked at the glass of white liquid which his mother had kept on the table for him to drink. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of the glass.
All that the bird wanted to do was fly. It wanted to fly, and it wanted to fly free.
The Giantess sighed heavily. “I want to stop,” she declared very tiredly. “I want to stop and go to sleep for a while. Tell me how to stop, my love.”
"And when they get into the green, they will be all over the place, turning it into a disaster zone."
When the Giantess saw the girl, she began with a gentle smile. “What is it little one?” she asked. The girl cleared her throat and asked as loudly as possible, “Why are we here?”
Suddenly, the boar felt a huge thud against its body. It was a monster wave! The big, angry wave knocked the boar back into the sands.