I Am A Stick Novels & Stories

I’m grandfather’s stick, I’m standing in front of him and also behind him When one stick meets another, a home of dreams is created Yes, when one stick meets another, a home of dreams is created A stick behaves with intelligence, if You fall, then it holds You I’m not a kid, but I am big(old/mature) now, Yes, I am big I’m grandfather’s stick, I’m standing in front of him and also behind him Sixteen or seventeen years old (pointing out to herself), the stick is of great use (has great qualities) If any enemy comes near, the stick beats him up and makes him run away Everyone gets old with time, the stick is a partner of old age If the stick breaks, then it’s a sign that Your good fortune is up

30 - It Was The Stick! "Old fogey, you lousy thick-skulled sorry excuse of a cultivator!" Yin hissed through gritted teeth as she ran up towards what she remembered to be the direction of the old fogey's residence. "Starting from now, I'll officially call you dumb fogey!"

I kicked him on the back, picked up my stick, and placed It on his neck. ‘’Ever heard of thinking fast in a situation like this.’’ I joked. Cypher laughed. ‘’Good brother, but…’’ he pointed downward, and I noticed his stick almost meeting my stomach. ‘’Never underestimate your enemy.’’ I frowned and dropped the stick angrily to the ground. I had failed, which meant no hope for me to see her. ‘’Oh goddess!’’ I groaned as I made my way into the tent. ‘’How the hell am I supposed to see her now because…’’

I called out and stopped walking. “You’re not ready son,” he said to me and I looked around in disbelief. “I’m ready!” I yelled at him. “You’re not, Lucas. Look at yourself,” his voice said. “You’re not my father,” I said and took a step forward as his image dissolved in front of me. “Lucas,” the other voice called again. “I’m coming beast,” I said and I heard a chuckle. “Hurry up halfling, I don’t have all day,” he said to me.

Palmer remarked as he fondled me. The bizarre sensation made me clench my teeth, too afraid to make a sound. If anyone were to discover I was being mistaken for a doll, it would be over for me. But then, to my horror, I felt those hands beginning to tug at the waistband of my hot pants.

he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and responded, "What are you talking about? I've always been polite." Derek laughed and said, "No matter how much a snake sheds its skin, it’s still a snake." I smiled and retorted, "If I wanted to hear from an asshole, I’d fart." Derek hid a smirk and said, "Wow, I bet you even fart glitter!" The roast got to me, and I couldn't help but feel insulted. "Some people are like slinkies — not really good for much, but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs," I said, trying to come up with a comeback.

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.

Camelia said, standing in front of Cameron and I “The camps and I never get along,” I said as we continued our way "Really, why is this?" Cameron asked I stuttered a little as I recalled my disgusting memories of the camp, when I was ten years old, the room I slept in was burnt down by idiots, and when I was twelve I was standing on a cliff and I fell from a height of 15 meters and it was the curse that pushed me, and you don't even wonder how I am on Alive now because I can't tell you, my God I hate camps so much.... 14

But I pushed it down, tightened my grip on the stick, and lunged. The pointed edge found its mark, piercing the creature’s arm. A feral, guttural growl tore from its throat, the sound vibrating through me as it wrenched the stick from its flesh, its eyes locking onto mine with a deadly fury. I stumbled back, barely catching my footing before it lunged forward, moving faster than I’d imagined it could.

I picked up a random twig on the ground to use as protection. It felt dumb just like this dream. His eyes darkened, and he took a step back. "That's right, step back I have a weapon in my hand." I was threatened by the waving of the stick. There was amusement in his eyes but he stepped back again. I smiled foolishly and took a step forward. That was when a crack appeared on the ground I was standing on. It shook slightly, and before I could process what was happening or move my body, I was already falling. A sharp scream left my lips