Stick Person Novels & Stories

“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

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”

Poppy worked with her tongue slightly out, one hand placing stickers, the other holding the poster board steady. “This is Mommy,” she said, sticking down a woman in a dress with long hair. She added three stars and one pink purse to it. “Because Mommy is beautiful and gets mad expensively.” “I’m touched. Truly.” “This is Daddy Adrian.” A male sticker with a laptop. “Because he works all the time and wears boring clothes but is nice.” I swallowed lightly. “This is Bunny.” A rabbit sticker with a crown. Very accurate. “This is Salma.” A woman with an apron, decorated with three hearts and one spoon. “Because she gives me bread that isn’t sad.”

I keep stretching and stretching until I grab onto it and stab her. I pull the stick out as blood escort the bow out. Susan runs. Oh no honey, not so fast. I crawl to her, thankfully I stab her where it would be hard to heal from. She falls on the ground. I pummel the stick in and out of her until someone pulls me out. Susan turns into her human form all covered in blood and holes drilled on her. She is naked, thankfully she curved up on a way she covered her breast. People start gathering as the stamping becomes louder and louder. I break free and run to her to finish what I started before I stagger and fall in an unknown arm, my eyes closes. My body is too weak to stand up much longer. A s

“What’s going on?” “I want to thank you all for your patience,” I said calmly. “This has been a difficult few days. And I’ve learned something important.” They all looked confused. Except Lyra — who was turning toward me now, slowly. “I created a trap,” I said. “A simple one. I told each of you something different. A detail about our next steps. Fake details. None of them are real.” Rowan’s brows furrowed. “You… what?” Vanessa stepped forward. “Wait, you tested us?”

Killian asked. The boy proudly held it up. It was... terrible. Absolutely terrible. Three stick figures: one tall, one medium, one tiny. The tall figure had ridiculously broad shoulders, the medium one had long hair, and the tiny one was holding cookies. Killian smiled. "Is that us?" Aiden nodded. "Yep. And that's Mom, and that's me." Killian pointed at the oversized figure. "And that's..." "You." "Why do I look like a tree?"

Rosie brought Dansanisa up in a good and fine way of home management when it come to the things around the kitchen. Rosie loved and cared for Dansanisa a lot since the death of her husband who got knocked down by a trailer just when he turned to give directions using his hands to gesture it for the other cars to drive pass since it's was their turn to go. He was a road safety police who stood in the middle of the road constructed container to give directions to cars in order to avoid too much accident on the road, jamming each other.