FellowMan:

This was an old little piece I scribbled out one day when I was bored—thought it was interesting enough to post--why not?—Since this is just a scribble, I didn’t follow any literary rules; I just slapped it down how it was originally written, so I hope the format doesn’t bother anyone too much--Ooo melodramatics!:

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“Your enormous Tomas!”

His colossal eyes blinked, forming a small breeze.

“What now?!”

She grumbled, as she pinched at her sweaty temples with impatience; her spindly finger nails shimmering with a luminescent color. He lifted up his mountainous shoulders in response: the milky autumn sun seeming to quaver with disease above him.

“Well, maybe we can fix this; tap the amulet again Tom.”

With out a word, as to save her ears; he taped earthquakes on the ground; the little amulet surprisingly resistant to crumbling.—A blackness flooded over the land, as the magic swelled above and beneath them in bubbling currents, cloaking time in a lacquered sheath of silence. She kept blinking, consciously: hoping that the next time she shut and opened her eyes she would be able to see a difference.

Slowly the light of dusk came through, as the last clouds of magic-sediment flew away upon the ridged high winds. He was no longer giant sized, but average: a dim marker standing alone in the center of that vast imprint of were he had sat as a colossal—Tom was again, just Tom, but, perhaps thinner. She dashed over to embrace him with her bangled arms, and to tickle his back with her dancing fingers of enthrallment.— Her lips slid over the grease of her teeth, weakly beaming an odd sense of pleasure in having witnessed such power; her pupils pooled outward like bleeding ink spots upon parchment.

“Tom! Tom. My Tom.”

His form was fridged--“That was unpleasant.”—His words were shaky, and stretched—“I felt like the Earth could barely handle my weight”

“I’m just glad you didn’t have the urge to sneeze; I might be in china right now.”

Her flat cheek warmed its self against his pulsating chest—her laughs muffled and dotty: reverberated within his sternum as she began pressing her lips against him. He did not touch her.

“Well at least now we know how the ancients looked—colossal—was that the only difference or could you feel some other changes?"

“I felt…”—His eyes beamed with remembrance now, his blinks growing heavy; his eyes sliding beneath the thin veil of his lids—“…insanely powerful, frightened by how powerful I felt; like I could of taken over the world with out so much as a stretch of my hand”

“It’s a good thing your kind hearted; you may have chosen that rout—how fun it is to experiment with a pure soul”

“Ah, yes--I felt absolutely drunken with power and a strange swinging knowledge, but I figured you’d have nothing to do with me if I had decided to go on a rampage. It was tempting…”

“All that we do must be pure Tom, or the amulet will not allow us to do our deeds.”

Her lips pulled away, as her glassy gaze licked upward smoothly, lapping away the confidence that had begun to deepen within his own eyes.

“Don’t let me taint you, love; you must for a while, obey the light of that good heart of yours—then, when the time comes, all will fall to silt in the palm of your hand—for you to mold as your own.”

--He had no memory of who he was--only that he was her Tom--belonged to her--for all he knew, she had made him with her magics; was a pure soul really so scarce that she had to make her own? He was to obey. ...