Stick Person Novels & Stories

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.

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“No, no, Garfield, I wasn’t asking about any of those things. Trust me, the last thing I would question you about is the multiplying rituals-” Before he can finish the sentence, I see my chance and you bet your ass - I take it. I cut him off and spoke over him with the widest shit-eating grin across my lips. “You see, the story about stork is true propaganda and lies. The truth is that a boy meets a girl, they fall in love, and they fuck like rabbits on crack.” Just to make it worse, I raise one finger and fake an ‘o’ shape with my fingers on my other hand to give him a demonstration. “So this stick, we call it a dick, goes into this hole and then, you pray your hips won’t give out and you j

My whole body reacted in a way it never had before. Jezz... I bit my lip remembering, Mr. Grey is really naughty. I could already feel myself getting wet again. No, seriously... I won’t touch myself. “Hey, horny bitch, can you just focus?” I said to myself. Later in the day, I heard the sound of a car outside. Mr.Grey had returned. He walked in, and behind him was a young man. He looked calm and confident. He had studs in both ears, and wore jeans with a fitted shirt, and had a strong build. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

He wanted to have touts but all they give to him is pressure. "Do you want to have another tattoo to feel a little better?" Stamp throw a pillow at his stomach. "What d'you say, huh?" He nod his head once while smiling waggishly at him. Mahiriko chuckled. "As a whippersnapper, I think that's a very bright idea." He answered as he plays the emptied can of beer with his hands before deforming it and throw it at the trash bin that is placed far across where he sits. Stamp followed the can thrown in the air, dodged at the lid of the trash can and landed on the floor, spilling some of the little drops of the fluid.

I didn't want to sit with him but I just had to since there wasn't any other spare seat. When I sat, the sweaty guy offered his sweaty palm. "Hey I'm Shaggy." He said with a big smile. I should have seen that coming. "Hi, I'm Daniel." I said, not taking his hand. Heaven knew where his hands had been. He nodded, retrieving his hand in embarrassment. "Y'know, the dummy thing is part of our tradition here in the ninth grade. We do it for every fresher we get." Shaggy said.

he whispered. I swallowed a hard, invisible lump in my throat. The mark wasn't random. It was shaped like a circle with three slashes through it. “I don't know. I’ve never seen anything like it too,” I whispered back. I brought out my phone from my pocket. “What are you—” Stiles tried to ask, but I had already taken a picture of the symbol. “In human movies, things like these did matter so…” I said, putting my phone back into my pocket. Stiles nodded in agreement.

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.

Declan looked hurt by my words. “Speaking of why I’m back so soon, what the hell? First the creepy guy in the street, then I come home to a trashed house, my best friend went home, my parents tell me that I’ve been gone for three days!” I ranted. I was probably red in the face. By the end of my rant, Talia had a worried look on her face, and Declan looked angry. “Okay, you may want to have a seat, there’s a lot to unpack here.” Talia motioned for me to follow her down the stairs, into the garden. “Why are we going down here to talk?” I asked Talia, still being suspicious. “We need to have this conversation in private.” Declan said, coming up from behind us. I stood there, breathless in awe o

It was a stick like figure and there were two hands and two legs that were made of stick too. Its head was made of leaves that sprouted from its brain maybe and there were tow big dots on his body. He was a walking stick. I only blinked and rubbed my eyes, thinking that I was hallucinating. Maybe I really needed to go back and sleep. But despite rubbing my eyes and staring intently, it was clear that I was indeed staring at a walking stick. “What is this?” I breathed and the stick quickly hid behind the leaves. “Come out, I saw you”