Alan Becker Stick Figures Novels & Stories

It was an impressive piece of art, if only for the sheer effort of the children. “Here’s our house,” Luke said, pointing to a brown box beside a slew of wavy blue lines. “And here’s us,” Jean said, pointing to some stick figures. Luke and Jean were similar heights, but with different hair styles. Luke’s was dark and short. Jean’s was a bit lighter and down to her shoulders. “Here’s you, Mommy. And Piper, and uncle Silas.” “Who is this here?” Silas asked, motioning toward a figure a bit farther away from the others. This figure had no hair or otherwise distinguishing features. It was just a regular stick man.

I corrected, caressing his hair with a smile just before one of his other drawings caught my interest. “Can I see this?” I gestured to the drawing of the three stick figures that was beside his current work. “Yes.” “Thanks, sweetie,” I beamed, as I studied the stick figures, wondering who the three people were, although I had an inkling that the two shorter ones were supposed to be him and I. The third one was taller and slightly larger and I couldn't place a finger on who it could be. “Who are these people?” I asked, and he averted his focus from his work in progress to look at the drawing.

Very elaborate stick figures danced and moved from one side to the other as actors in Neon with horns, halos and beard to symbolize each of the mentioned characters. "The chipped little angel who made the bad life choice of falling in love with the real fuck, died of stupidity and the little freak almost went along "a little stick doll appeared, one that had a horn on one side of the head and half halo on the other"but the real fucker managed to save the Mirim aberration and thanks to that, he clung to the creature that helped him with garrinhas and fangs "a very poorly drawn fire bird appeared in the corner, spitting fire"the creature that also had no neurons, used the real fuck as a consol

“That lieutenant is just too impatient,” “And greedy,” the child added. “Wait! Some of these characters look like pictographs. This one looks like a person,” Rhina, pointing to a stick figure-like character. The stick figure had what looked like a long beard and was leaning heavily onto a cane-like object. “That must be an old man,” Ishida pointed out. “This one looks like a gravestone or a cross! And this one looks like a mountain or hill surrounded by some fog!” the girl said breathlessly, pointing here and there.

Beam. "This is the colouring book in Dr. Beam's clinic. You like this, right?" Chery sweetly insisted even if her patience is getting thinner. "No wyk (like), Theo wanth(wants) to thee (see) Mama Bee. Mama Bee buy Theo many many thicker (stickers)" Theo just mumbled softly while playing with the sticker in his hand. The sticker Beam bought for him. They stuck it together in Theo's bag previously but Theo peeled it off earlier and played with it.