I Am A Stick Novels & Stories

He mocked as I clicked oh my watch. A long stick made of iron was brought up from the floor. I picked it up and smiled at him. "The person who sent you over, didn't seem to have told you how far my craziness can go" "You can't do anything to me with that stick " He smirked and I scoffed. "Don't worry, A baby created by me, can hit with ghost, humans and demons" I smiled at him and smashed him with the Iron stick just in time before he disappeared.

It took every opportunity to shock, hit, and knock me over. At dusk, I got annoyed when Nathaniel and Merlin couldn’t stop laughing at my torture, and so took it out on the stick. I stayed still and closed my eyes. I thought that if I “lowered” my guard the stick would try to attack, and it did. It swooped down and as it did I heard a faint voice and I repeated what I heard it say. When I opened my eyes, the laughing and taunting had ceased. Why? I had destroyed that pesky stick mid-air.

He yelled and was about to hit the heavy stick on me but I caught the stick with my hand. He was shocked when I grabbed it from him. "You should all stop this, I am not a thief" I said but he still wanted to hit me and I had no choice but to hit the stick against his arm. He groaned loudly and fell on the floor. I believed that it was a mistake to fight him but I had to defend myself. Others came at me but one by one I hit the stick on them but before I could defend myself again, someone hit my back with a stick and then the number of sticks hitting my body doubled.

"I don't see any men here. Just little bitches with their tales stuck between their legs. Come at me, I'm getting bored." "You little—" Instead of finishing his words he moves forward to attack me. I made a move as if I was going to punch him, but instead, I used my favorite beating stick to knock his feet off the ground. The bigger they are the harder they fall. His face made contact with the ground and he groaned in pain.

"No, nothing like that. The bad things are over, remember?" I looked down at our joined hands, then up into her wide, worried eyes. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs and trying to calm myself. "I think..." My voice wavered and I had to start over. "I think I am…” “What is it?” She asked impatiently. I sighed and shoved my hand inside the pocket of my shirt. Irene watched as I pulled out a stick. “See this.” She blinked as she watched the two pink lines. “Fuck.”

How hard is it to read "positive" Xander has always wanted this and he is yet to believe it's happening. He is filled with emotions but he can't tell which emotion. Xander picks up a stick, "You know I peed on that right?" Cara says, and Xander immediately drops it in the zinc. Xander turns to her, "How do I know it's mine?" That question is a huge slap to Cara's face, and it gets her blood boiling but it's nothing new when it comes to the douche. "I don't know who you think I am but if I say it's yours," She pauses, "It's yours."

I'm sure I broke his drums. I really am I going to kill that bitch, how dare she drug me?

He chuckles out loud while spinning around on the chair like a maniac. Isabelle wakes up from her unconsciousness and slowly tries to sit up. Her body feels so weak, there’s no energy left in her. None at all, to fight or scream out for help. She needs water, she doesn’t remember for how long she hasn’t had a drop of water. “Please, I need water.” She whispers before falling back on the chair completely and losing her consciousness.

He was watching me with intense focus as I kept contemplating. Oh hell! I can’t believe I will be doing this rubbish!! Fuck!!! I placed the stick in between my lips, dragging in smoke.

The woman slammed her walking stick ones on the ground, bringing complete silence. “Pe mito mba’éichapa jaju, oguereko heta versión iñambuéva, ha katu pe añeteguavéva ha’e ñande jajejapo hague ñañorairõ haĝua peteĩ mba’evai ndive, pe mba’evai tuichavéva - añakuéra. Mávapa ñandeapo, ha’e pe ja’éva lobo sy. ha katu añetehápe ha’e pe tekove voi ñanemoheñóiva ñañorairõ haĝua ñemano ndive, ha katu ko’áĝa pe ñemano oguejyta ko yvy ape ári voi oipe’a haĝua opa tekove ha ha’e ñande profecía ñañorairõ haĝua lobo sy ndive peteĩ última vez.” The lady spoke.