Poor little Dahlia. Growing smaller and smaller by the day, the cursed hex showed no sign of stopping. She stood amidst a pile of Barbie clothes, their once snug fits now absurdly oversized, mocking her dwindling frame. Would her shrinking ever stop? The question clawed at her mind, day after day, as she struggled to adapt to her ever-diminishing size. The thought of becoming too small to be seen, to be heard, to matter, sent a cold shiver down her spine.
Mrsenoreddie
2025-01-05 01:31:04 +0000 UTC