Cartoon Ladder Novels & Stories

Just a big painting of a wolf's head. I took my likeness for animals from my Dad. I strolled to the adjacent wall. That's where his toolbox is usually kept, the second rack from the top. I was certain my short skinny legs couldn't reach up to that height, so I picked up the platform ladder by my side and began climbing. I got to where I knew it could be, and oh my gosh. it wasn't there; nausea had already started to erupt from inside. I made a quick scan of the rack and something caught my attention. An object, rather.

From down here, the loft appeared to be a deserted platform, and yet admittedly most of it was invisible from this line of sight. A senior agent appeared at the top of the ladder, looking down. "You will definitely want to see the Lieutenant," he said, waving Suslowicz up, wearing latex gloves. Nodding tiredly, Suslowicz walked over to the base of the old ladder and grasped the bottom rungs. The ladder was an antique tapered design and narrowed as Suslowicz ascended. As he neared the top, he almost lost his footing on a thin crosspiece. The barn below him spun. Alert now, he moved on, finally reaching the top. The agent above stretched out his hand. Suslowicz grabbed it and made the awkward

he inquired. I nodded again, feeling the need for caffeine to shake off the lingering remnants of sleep. "Sure," I replied softly. A mischievous grin spread across my face as an idea formed in my mind. With quick and silent steps, I dashed to the supply closet, grabbing an empty bucket and a small ladder that I found inside. The ladder, likely used by the maids for dusting and cleaning hard-to-reach places, would serve my purpose perfectly. Suppressing a laugh, I climbed the ladder with practiced ease, making sure to balance the bucket precariously on top of the doorframe. It was a classic prank, but one that never failed to elicit a good reaction.

"First we make the robber ladder so that you can get on the lower cross strut, then you wait until I am up and pull you up, ok?" Instead of answering, Cat just looked up the fence with increasing unease. It was very tall and made of thin, smooth iron rods. Two cross braces strengthened the hold, one in the middle, the other at the top. Nothing to hold on to. In addition, the nasty structure was crowned by a row of pointed iron bars that were barely eight inches apart. Certainly not for those who don't like sports. “Cat, trust me. I'll take you safely to the other side. Are you ready?"

Either way, I don’t want to be caught off guard. I stood and looked around. Other than the missing sounds, there was nothing out of the ordinary. My instincts keep telling me something is wrong, though. I cautiously headed inwards. Reaching my tree and climbing up the wooden ladder rungs. To most, it probably doesn’t even look like a ladder, as the rungs are not straight. But when Dad placed them, he said they were in the sturdiest parts of the tree’s trunk.

His feet begin to kick as he shrieks again in fear of falling. Bob has now come out of the house, but he's no help... He's laughing too hard to be of assistance to anyone. Maddy and I are zero help, we are in the same boat as Bob. Ant continues to scream and kick his feet, Dane continues to try and hold the ladder and not let him fall. Finally, Dane gives up and with every drop of strength, he has left he shoves the ladder to the side hoping to clear the pile. Luckily he does. Ants feet his the ground and his knees buckle under him causing him to kind of tuck and roll. When Ant finally gets back to his feet he is livid.

He took a clumsy, half-hearted leap, his fingers brushing the very end of the ladder but finding no purchase. “Higher!” Ethel called out, her voice tight with anxiety. “You have to jump higher!” The boy tried again, a more concerted effort this time. He leapt, his body straining upwards. His fingers closed around the lowest rung. For a moment, he just hung there, his feet kicking uselessly in the air. Then, with a grunt of effort, he pulled his own weight down. The rusty hinge gave way with an ear-splitting, metallic shriek that seemed to echo for blocks. The ladder slammed down, its bottom rung hitting the asphalt with a solid clang.

He only has a few more bins to go, having decided he'll simply stop once all the trees and ornaments are down for now, and then he’ll finally be ready to start decorating. He’s on container number six when his foot misses a step on the second to last rung of the ladder. With a yelp, he falls, arms windmilling helplessly before his back slams onto the ground. Fortunately, he was only carrying down a cardboard box filled with lightweight ornaments, so though it crashes onto his stomach on the way down before rolling like a die across the floor, it doesn’t cause any injuries.

“Do not touch this ladder. It leads right to one of the sniper nests that are located on the roof. There is also access to this ladder from the Gamma floor. I oversee making sure this tower is fully stocked with what is needed.” “What is there to stop an intruder from climbing up this ladder and reaching the roof if the packhouse is overrun?” I ask curiously. Daren and Jess smirk. “Take a closer look at the ladder. But don’t touch it.” Lily and I lean in close to the ladder, when my eyes widen in awe as I see ribbons of silver laced through the metal. “But how do you climb it?” I ask dumbstruck. “Are there gloves somewhere closeby?”

Thankfully the electric fence was shut off, and there was a ladder set up for us to climb over it. “I bet you would’ve loved to watch the looks on their faces when they realize that there was nowhere to go.” Zack quipped, getting me to smile. “You know me all too well,” I answered, before starting to climb the ladder, “Though to be fair if they did reach this part of the map, there’d be nowhere else for them to progress to, so that part of the game would’ve been lost.” “You’re pretty lucky then that Poppy blew it for the contestants then.” Eri noted, before I looked down towards her.