A Little Pinprick Novels & Stories

Neil Brown said while pinching Little Karen's face. He was a person who had been living in the military region all year round. The people around him were all tough and ruthless men. Usually, they were people who handled real guns and explosives. He accidentally pinched Little Karen's face a bit too hard, which caused a red spot on her face. "Ouch!" Little Karen turned her face away and cried out in grievance. "Little darling, I'm sorry!" When Neil Brown was talking, he suddenly felt that there was a cold gaze staring at him from behind. He turned around and saw a thin and tall figure from not far away.

And not just a little. Crap.

“A word.” I follow him a few steps down the hallway, “What is it?” I ask. He lowers his voice. “I checked her shoulder, like you said.” My attention sharpens immediately. “And?” “There’s a puncture mark,” he replies. “It’s small and easy to miss if you’re not looking for it.” “What kind?” I ask.

Then I felt it. A small prick on my arm. It was sharp but quick, like a needle or an insect bite. I frowned slightly and looked down at my arm, but there was nothing obvious. No blood. No mark that stood out. I thought maybe I had brushed against something sharp on someone’s clothes, or maybe I was just imagining it. There was so much happening around me. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So I ignored it. But a few seconds later, I started to feel strange.

What was needle-pricking? Her head was in a mess! She blinked and asked, “So, what does this have anything to do with Charmine and my brother?” Harry was speechless. He pursed his lips and said, “In simpler terms, you prick this into your brother’s arm for thirty seconds, take it out, and prick into Charmine’s skin. She won’t be in any more pain.” Dior was stunned for two seconds before she finally reacted as her eyes widened. “That powerful?” “Yes.”

I take a small pin with a circular loop from my pocket. I push the pin right into it, and it clicks. A buzzing sound comes out of it and goes silent. For a second, nothing happens, and I hold my breath. … … … The screen lights up with a keypad—bingo! I let out the breath. This got easy.

she asked him immediately forwarding her little pinky towards him. "What's that?" he asked her coldly making her slap her forehead. "Y-y-you don't know pinky p-promise? P-p-pinky promise means true p-promise which you can't b-break or else your n-nose will turn red like a j-joker." she said snickering at him making him amused but nonetheless he shook his head. "Okay pinky promise." he said nonchalantly but she frowned at him. "N-n-not like this. H-h-hook your pinky with mine." she said extending her pinky more towards him.

What if the impossible explanations were actually the true ones? As I shifted my weight, something sharp pressed against my hip through the torn fabric of my pants. I reached down carefully, my fingers finding a small piece of metal that must have torn loose during the struggle. It was a bent paperclip or safety pin, maybe two inches long, with one end sharpened to a point. It wasn't much of a weapon, but as my fingers closed around it, a memory surfaced like air bubbles through deep water. *“Always carry something small and sharp, mija,” my mother’s voice echoed in my head. “You’d be surprised what you can do with a bobby pin and enough determination.”*

***** much love from me Little munchkins

The car was pure comfort. There was something else, a black velvety box labeled 'for miss Mira' sat beside me. I smiled giddily, eager to know what was in it. Inside was a delicate pink flower bouquet—ethereal, breathtaking. It was so beautiful. I hadn’t seen this type but I wanted to bask in its scent. A blue tag was also in it accompanied by a note that read— Hey beautiful, get the tag on your wrist. I really hope to surprise you.