I Am A Stick Novels & Stories

I sigh. I took a spoonful and ate it. Let me eat while I still laugh, my life is a mess. Been myself, a lot. of people at stepped on me, I am trash! He was watching me eat, I buried my head to his from his gaze. This Face... No one should see.

She tries talking, but he cut her off " Have you tried being the best version of yourself, do you think life is an easy-going journey to match at any time? " He mocks, " it's either you stand you grow and be strong or" he pauses, " you forever remain those species that always give up when then fall and have a little cut"

She shakes her head almost immediately. “No. I wouldn’t do something as stupid as this. Do you even have any idea where to start? Any real clues besides a hunch and your overactive imagination? I mean, this man could be anywhere in the world. For all we know, he could be off on some tropical island sipping mai tais as we speak." I pause, considering her question.

I found a big and sturdy stick in the bushes and grabbed it, better this than nothing. One of them came towards me at full speed, I couldn’t even see him so I blindly swung the stick and luckily it hit him in the head, hard and he fell on the ground but he was still conscious and will recover soon so I started hitting him repeatedly until he fell unconscious, I don’t know how fast they can heal but still faster than a human so I have to leave the scene.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

That was the only way to know it was a new day. The claustrophobic feeling is rising; this place suddenly feels smaller than it is. I feel like an animal in a cage too small; I cry out, crawling to the cage doors. “Please, someone get me out of here!” I screamed, the loudest I had ever done and my throat is sore. There’s a guard coming I can hardly make out the object in his hands. The clang it makes when it collided with the wall helps me place what exactly the guard was holding. It was an iron stick.

I curled forward around it, coughing, the sound coming out broken and involuntary. "Kick his ass, guys." He stepped back and gestured, easy and unbothered, like he was calling a play. "Show him what happens when you mess with the football team." The three of them moved in, laughing between themselves, and something in me that was past embarrassment and past pain made a decision before the rest of me caught up with it. My hand found a stick on the ground beside me — thin, not much, but something. I gripped it and pushed myself up from the floor with my other arm, getting my feet under me even though my stomach was screaming about it.

The stick was placed at my hip. “Grab it and place the stick on your other hand.” He whispered into my ear, his warm breath fanning the back of my neck and somehow despite the heat, it was giving chills. Glancing up, I saw the other two painted their faces with a smirk. “Like this.” He repositioned my less dominated hand. “Now, aim at the white ball.” I followed his direction and moved the stick to where the white ball was. With a little of his help, he straightened it out. He pulls the stick back slowly, pushing his front gently more into me and a small gasp left my lips at the sudden burning feeling deep in my stomach.

"You know that you are my favourite client, I will please you first and then I will look after the others" "I told you I like exclusivity. Get back to work, or you'll lose another client". "I thought there was something between us!" The stripper looked at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. The Machiavellian smile made Enrico's face somber, it was obvious he didn't care. The stripper knew that gangster had a heart of stone, but she still liked Enrico. "I can give you that massage you like!" She tried to seduce him with her honeyed voice.

Chapters. 2 Nara stepped into the elevator and once inside the elevator the girl pressed seventeen. The room she was aiming for was there. Feeling very nervous, Nara squeezed her fingers together to make her nervousness disappear. But still, her heart beat faster as the elevator Nara was riding almost reached its destination. "Huft... you can do it, Ra. Don't be afraid. Think of it as a side job now," Nara said to herself. Trying to stay calm even though she was really scared.