I Am A Stick の小説・ストーリー

Instead of feeding into it, I kneel in front of him, gripping my stick before holding it out to him, grip-first. His eyes widen instantly. “What?” “You did good,” I say, watching as he stares at me in disbelief. “That play earlier? When you took the ball from me? Not many people manage that.” I nod toward the stick in my hand. “So you deserve this.” His mouth drops open, eyes flicking between me and the stick like I just told him I was handing over a million-dollar contract. “You’re giving me your stick?” His voice cracks on the last word.

I had no wolf to help fight. I looked around the opening for something to use in defense and I finally saw a large stick over three inches thick in diameter. I willed my body to move and finally my feet began to move and I snatched the stick up with my foot I kicked the end breaking it off to a point and ran towards the two huge beings fighting.

I think I am broken. -----------

Why is he so annoying? "Fine I'll take the test', I say taking the stick from his hand. I feel sick just touching it. And the idea of peeing in a stick has me really uncomfortable and I wonder how people enjoy this shit. Why not a cup where people can shit in? I'd put a baby's poo there and it would be negative. But no. These days, people have coconuts for brains. Sia included. I want to flush the stick down the toilet, but Sia would only get me another. I drop it on the floor and wash my hands, before coming out to meet him.

Well not in the way you're talking about. 📞 okay. I'm sorry. 📞 is there something you wanted to say? I heard Amy ask. 📞 Oh yes, yeah... There is something I want to say. 📞 then what is it? Come on Terrance, just say it. 📞 I... Uhmm.. I really like you Amy. Why didn't I just say it. 📞 I like you too, Amy answered. I'm already feeling disappointed with myself. This is so stupid, I'm so stupid.

I guess my stubbornness brought me bad and good? Then, I realized bottled up so much today, so I turned off the recording and ran away. All the people turned their heads toward me as I marched out of the building. I could feel my mind fog as my heart bounced back and forth in my chest. All their eyes looked concerned, worried, or maybe, terrified. I don't care anymore! I wasted my whole damn time playing games with him! I keep on walking and walking and walking-- ---walking! "Miss!" I heard a young man call me, and it brought me back to my senses.

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"

Then she grabbed the stick. My heart sank, and I tried to crawl away, but she was too fast. The first hit landed on my back, a sharp, searing pain that made me cry out. She didn’t stop. The stick came down again and again, hitting my legs, my arms, and my sides. Each blow made my body jerk, and the pain became too much to bear. “You’re worthless!” she yelled, her words stabbing me as deeply as the stick. “You’ll never be anything more than a stain on this pack!”

She leaned on it lightly, her leg muscles tensing with the effort to maintain balance. She moved through the room, each step a delicate ballet of strength and vulnerability. The stick was a crutch she could do without, yet it served as a constant reminder—a symbol of her resilience and the violence she had endured. It was a reminder that, while she might stumble, Cathleen would never fall.

The sound of broken strings that held Evangeline's priced self-worth. Her pride. Her self-esteem. Her patience. Her tolerance. Everything shuttered. Her emotions stirred, laying waste in her mind. Anger, embarrassment, shame, humiliation . . . above all else –– unacceptance. Disbelief that a nobody rejected her. That a nobody dared to say no to her. This nobody dares to make fun of me! Evangeline's lips quirked forming a chilling smirk. She stood, looking down at Eric with eyes brimming with fury.