Inanimate Insanity Oj X Paper Novels & Stories

She looked like a dazed person. “A snake?” Xander kept shifting the position of the stuffs in that bedroom, looking for the creeping animals or whatever that had caused Alina scream hysterically. “Ouch!” Xander moaned in pain. He caressed his head. Ansel’s hit was hard enough landing there. “You thought this is the jungle or the zoo?” scolded Ansel. “Then, why did aunty scream like that if there’s nothing here?” Ansel approached his mother. That middle-aged woman was still standing like a statue. Her hands were trembling, holding a piece of paper.

“It’s us! That’s me in the middle, and you—and him! Pancake guy!” Alli’s throat caught. She took the paper, studying it. It was chaos, really. Wild scribbles. Wavy lines. No real sense of proportion. But she knew instantly who was who. Three stick figures: the tallest one with blonde hair and what looked like a beard and motor oil stains on his shirt; the shortest with impossibly long arms and pancake wheels beneath his feet; and her—with what appeared to be coffee in one hand and a heart drawn between her and Johnny’s stick figure in crayon red.