Stick Person Novels & Stories

I nodded my head, then walked away. "It's been a while, Ma. You've been called." "Cheer up, honey. Wait for Mama and Papa to get there, OK?" "Yes, Mom." I immediately turned off the phone, then fixed the slightly folded clothes earlier. "Cheer up, miss. I can see it from under the stage." "Yes. Thanks Rum for coming here." Rumi nodded her head, I stepped out of the special door, then stepped onto the stage. Very crowded. I smiled at Bang Fino who looked encouraging. As I passed Mas Guntur, I held my breath a little. He is seen smiling. Heh, just watch you, Mas! Feel my revenge after this! ***

_ 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.

He was wearing a basketball outfit, and I could see that he had an athletic build. "Want some?" he asked, pointing the lollipop at me. I was petrified by his sharp, narrowed eyes. I didn't know what to say or do, and I felt uneasy about him. Seeing no response from me, he returned the lollipop back to his mouth and continued scrolling through his phone. I was unnerved by the silence, and I finally found my voice. "Umm... are you the guy from yesterday?" The guy glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Yeah, and you're the slut putting on your underwear in class, right?"

It was as if even the air stood in a standstil. Around the podium where eleven huge statues that loomed above us, larger than life itself. Is stepped closer, my breath hitching as I took in everything before me. Ten of the eleven statues were of wolves in various stances— howling, crouching, standing tall. Each one had something unique about it. “The ten packs,” Xander murmured, his voice low. He turned to the last statue and his body went ridgid, his breath hitched. “It can't be, is that…”

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

In the face of this stick's sprint, this time, Samuel didn't even move a bit. Seeing Samuel stunned, the little black stick obviously slowed down on the way. It seemed to be like a human being. It suddenly became alert, as if it was afraid that Samuel would use something to trap it. But the next second, it seemed to be sure that Samuel would not pose any threat to it. Its body suddenly remained the same as before when it provoked Samuel. It turned left and right, as if a human showed his muscles. Samuel smiled contemptuously. "Interesting." This stick was quite clever. It not only knew how to prevent itself from being trapped, at the same time, it also knew how to provoke Samuel's anger.

He had a lazy expression on his face and was chewing on a stick. “Of course I’m here. It’s my house you know. Where else did you expect me to be?” Dan grinned and answered in the upbeat tone Mane had grown accustomed to. “I thought you would be out by now. You’re usually never around.” Mane walked up to Dan and sat right next to him. He stretched his hand to the older man, and Dan smilingly reached into his breast pocket and took out a slender stick. The stick was similar to the one Dan was chewing on. It was as long as a finger, but very slender. It gave off a weird smell, and looked strangely appealing. From the practiced actions of the two, one could easily tell that this wasn’t the first

And I was kinda surprised. In my earlier school, no body approached me asking to become their partner in arts, even though I was good at drawing. Cause the intimidating bad boy at school, Justin had claimed me for himself in arts and all were afraid of him. He was in the baseball team and was muscular and was a reputed bully at school. But I'm glad he wasn't that harsh to me. He would sometimes act really friendly towards me and occasionally bring me chocolates and snacks for drawing him pictures. But then at other times he would lightly bully me along with his friends. He was a mystery character. " What are you thinking ?", Ethan asked me.

I'm going to die. "Don't waste time. Run from there!!" She yelled through the phone. "Where should I go?" I yelled back partially running. "Are you kidding me? Come here you -" "Cut the crap. I'm coming." I put my phone in my jean pocket and started to run like P.T Usha. But... I stopped in my track when I saw the smirking walking stick who is about to start his bullet and the drawings I have done in his was faded like it never happened.

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s