Cartoon Ladder Novels & Stories

It was dark wood and it had ornate hand carved modling around the frame. The best part though was the attachable wooden ladder. Owen had fastened a wooden bar across the top and a ladder with carved rungs, that rested on the bar. The person could slide the ladder to where they wanted to be and then climb up to reach the book. The bookshelf was gorgeous if he did say so himself and he was proud of it. All the hard work and incredibly long hours had paid off.

Spread out in front of her was one folded instruction sheet opened wide like an official insult. Poppy stood beside her, still in pajamas, hands on her hips, Bunny dragging across the floor, mouth running nonstop. “That’s not stairs. That’s a wall.” “I know it’s a wall,” Salma muttered. “But before you were holding it like stairs.” “Because it’s shaped weird! Who designs a toy with thirteen different balcony pieces?” “A genius,” Poppy said firmly. I leaned against the kitchen doorway with my coffee in hand, enjoying the chaos with fake calm.

He puts his hand inside a hollow in the tree trunk and pulls and down falls a rope ladder. “Don’t tell me that you made this rope ladder yourself too?” I tease him. He takes a bow with a smug smile on his face. I laugh at his antics. “After you, my mate” he points his hand at the ladder. “I am still not sure if I can climb the rope ladder” I wonder if I will slip and fall face-first from the ladder onto the forest floor, in an embarrassing pile. “And that is why I will be right behind you to help catch you when you fall. Now no more excuses. Get on the rope and make your way to the top”

Trying to concentrate on the exercises, and not his hangover, he found a place among the trees and stared there. In the meantime, he noticed a set of vertical and horizontal chin-up ladders. They looked very attractive, and were made for adults, so he decided to move there as the pull-ups were not very demanding. The ladders could be treated like a track, so it was going to be easy, he thought. Without a word, he changed places and began practicing, but he was sweaty almost immediately. At some point, when changing the horizontal ladders, his hand slipped. He was not too high, only about sixty cm above the ground, but he fell off unfortunately.

“Grab the rung.” Leon reached up, his fingers straining as he climbed onto the highest rung. I stepped back to look. His shirt rode up, exposing the skin of his lower back. I could have moved, could have looked away, but I didn't. I watched the way his muscles worked beneath his skin as he hauled himself up. “I've got it,” he whispered down to me, breathless. “Then get in,” I muttered. I watched him scramble up the ladder, the metal groaning under his weight. Once he reached the window, he fumbled with the latch, his movements jerky and panicked, but also deliberate so as not to make noise.

My opponent is wounded, but not as badly as I, since he still has the energy to stand straight and smirk at me. The LED screen draws a smiley face, “Welcome, fighters.” I inhale and exhale sharply, looking down at myself, it is obvious I have a very high chance of losing this fight. “The fight this time is simple…” “Simple, my ass,” I hiss. “… if you look up, there’s something hung to the ceiling and at the center of the ring is a ladder which would take you to the roof,” the digital voice declares, and only then do my eyes fall on the ladder at the center of the ring, which somehow was invisible until now.

A vertical drop of maybe twenty feet before it opened into another tunnel below. “After you,” he murmured. “How generous.” “You’re smaller. If the ladder breaks, I’d rather it happen under your weight first.” I stared at him. He stared back with an expression so calm that I almost couldn’t tell if he was joking. Almost. “You’re unbelievably annoying,” I whispered. “And yet you’re still climbing.” I rolled my eyes and started down the ladder. The iron was freezing beneath my hands. Dust flaked away with every movement. The shaft smelled like old water and metal.

KAREN ANDERSON "Who are you?" I heard a commanding voice behind me. Startled, I turned sharply to see a pair of unfriendly dark eyes shooting right up at me. "Shit!" I quickly started to climb down the ladder. But I mistakenly missed a step and my grip on the ladder went loose the next second. I heard the creaking sound from the ladder and felt my feet slipping away from the rungs of the ladder and next I saw my dear self flying in the air.

I started up the first ladder, having to dodge bananas being thrown at me. “Oh, come on! That’s a little on the nose, don’t you think!? Cliche bitch.” I grumbled as I clung to the ladder, swinging my sword out to cut the arm off the plastic monkey sending it falling to the ground below. “Well, at least they don’t have wings.” I shrugged and climbed onto the platform. I frowned as I looked up to the nearest ladder. “Shit, it’s just out of reach. Which means… fuck.” I groaned as I was forced to take a slide down a half level.

Then I said to myself, “It seems that I’ve already figured out what I’ll do.” I walked over to the location of the ladder and carefully adjusted it such that I could walk on it correctly and not fall to the ground if the ladder lost its equilibrium. Once the ladder was fixed, I cautiously climbed it, gulping hard as I trod on my foot. “It’s almost as if I’m being deprived of the cold because of what I’m about to do,” I thought aloud to myself.