Stick Person Novels & Stories

It's not even the Easter Bunny! It’s Sterling. It’s my stalker in the flesh.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

He knew he hated this life, but he couldn't stop living it. He knew he should call Carl, but this was his problem not Carl's. So he solved it the only way he knew how. He concentrated all his anger and pain in all off the inanimate objects in the room. The sounds of things smashing and breaking could be heard distinctly in his room, but no one dared walk in. When he was done, bitter tears flowed from his eyes as he suppressed his sobs. He wished he'd just die. The pen knife was always with him and this night it was suddenly useful. He needed a way to get all the pain out quickly. Stabbing his own wrist he watched as his own blood poured out, he felt immediately felt relief.

she whispers "just let it out, let it flow" "By the way" Selene turns to her "I have something to show you, you will need it for the girl" "Pumpkin" Ashley corrects. Selene's mouth forms an 'O'. "Nickname her already?" She asked. Ashley laugh. "Couldn't help" she turns her gaze to the little figure " She looks like one." Just then, the little pumpkin moves. Ashley saw it and quickly taps on Selene's arms which froze on her spot. It was Indeed a miracle, to see her move.

I made a disgusted face. "Eww, does this turn you on?" I asked sarcastically while he just grinned shamelessly. "Okay, let's make you happy then," I said as I walked towards the weapons. I pulled out a big electric stick and approached him with a smirk, making him nervous. I went behind him. "You're gonna love this," I whispered in his ear. I forcefully inserted the stick into his asshole and he screamed at the top of his lungs. I plugged it in and turned on the switch, the stick buzzing with power.

On the front side of the bag there was a small sticker in the shape of a leaf. “Go ahead, pull the sticker.” Mr. Lestic and I shared a look of curiosity as we did what she instructed. The sticker ripped straight down the package, and suddenly the bag began to grow, filling with air. It grew a few inches before it stopped, looking like a miniature bag of chips. “Go ahead, pop it open.” I touched the bag and it felt a bit cold. I pulled on the ends, like opening up a bag of popcorn and inside were seven gummies. “Now, these aren’t in the shapes of the animals, but your normal fruit shapes. Just wanted to give you an example.” The man grinned, looking very pleased.

And strength. "Nooooo!" When I opened them again, the stick floated in front of me, and then turned back and flew towards the stickman. That time, I could control my power. I knew I didn't him dead, or any of the other stickmen. Once the stick got to his stomach- at least it looked like one. It stopped, and waited for command. I wondered if a stick could harm a stick man, but from the terrified cry and pleading in his voice, I figured it could.

_ Harper’s POV The moment I stepped into the hallway, I knew something was wrong. Stares followed me every step I took, and not the good kind of looks. I heard the laughter, same as when I was the nerdy loser Harper. My body shook a little as I paused. "Ignore them." Quinn said to me, her arm coiled over mine. Only when I got closer did I see it. There were posters everywhere. A picture of me looking ridiculous, probably from one of the pictures Reagan had taken of me in the past, and of Jace too.

It surprisingly causes Stacy to pinch her skin multiple times. TO BE CONTINUED..

With a hair flip I laugh, and Maggie and I head off to stretch. Tonight we are working with the sticks from Tahtib. My sticks had a titanium core for strength, but to look at the art work etched into the sides one would think they were just decorations. Every individual had sticks made to fit their personality, and mine were covered with gymnasts and lightning bolts. I still loved to sketch storms, the more voracious the better. Only now I could just watch them on my phone to get inspired. Much to Dak's surprise I was able to conjure a blade on the end of one of one, turning this beautiful work of art into a lethal weapon. I took a few blows in the legs before I realized that crushes ca