Tripping Cartoon Novels & Stories

Hadley My knee shakes as I sit on the couch in Trick's living room. The damn cat has taken up the seat next to me and keeps looking up at me. I swear he's taunting me. Five minutes ago, Trick asked me if I wanted to shower first, and when I said no, he went into the bathroom and shut the door. I can hear the water, and my imagination's running wild.

And I am thankful for that because if they didn't do that, I will surely look like a third wheel or will feel out of place. "Argh, I'm hungry. Let's go and eat, guys!" Francis groaned for the third time. Then there's Caroline again, "I wonder how many baby fats you are hiding under that shirt of yours, and oh, your exotic pets inside your tummy must be very hungry for you to groan in hunger like that."

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

Was he going to have to hold her up for the whole show? She turned once again to continue her journey to the pole and tripped over her own feet. He quickly reached out and caught her again. As she scrambled to stay on her feet, one of her boots landed heavily on his right big toe because he was wearing a pair of sandals.

I suddenly saw my reflection in his arrogant eyes as nothing but a pitiful, stray mongrel he decided to give his leftover scraps to. Then, without further thought, he shoved me toward the door, meaning to tell me to get a cab back home instead. Just then, Eva suddenly ran over to us. "Mr. Garner! Ms. Castro—" While running toward me, she deliberately "failed" to stop herself and crashed right into me. A split second later, I felt her forcefully push me off the stairs so that I'd tumble all the way down to the ground. I bumped myself into several steps and even scraped and cut myself on them. Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch.

Gasps erupted from the scattered students, a mixture of shock and awe. “Holy hell…” “That’s Triplet power, alright. Untamed.” Caelum coughed, winded, his body slumped against the cracked wall. But then, to my horror, he was laughing. A low, wheezing, triumphant laugh that sent chills down my spine. “Finally,” he wheezed, pushing himself off the wall, standing tall despite the impact. “That’s the beast I wanted to see, Ranon. The raw, untamed power.”

We both look back at the tv and start to enjoy the movie. I wake up and try to stretch but a groan stops me mid stretch. That when I notice my legs are entwined with long muscular ones. There’s a hand cupping my boob and something hard pressed against my ass. I try to scoot forward and find a way to get out of the hold I’m in but the groan happens again making me pause.

“If you say so.” “Don’t worry, brother. I’m a terrible liar, ain’t I?” “And I know there’s something else you are not telling me.” “Oh, God! You’re getting more annoying every day. I might change my phone number if you won’t stop doing that.” Instead of getting insulted, Tripp barked out laughing. “Just wanna cheer you up, sis. And I missed squeezing you. Tell me you didn’t turn into an elephant.” “Of course not. Closer to a whale though, but still squeezable.”

I rasp, hoping he won’t send me to the office for a tardy slip. He motions for me to enter. I dash into the room, my backpack swinging over my shoulder, and a foot shoots out. I trip and my head slams into another guy’s knees. Right between his knees. The whole class bursts out laughing, some guys shouting vulgar comments. My face red with rage, I stand and glare at the guy who tripped me. It’s one of Jayson’s lackeys, Luca. He shrugs like I’m a klutz and don’t know how to use my legs.

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Startled, I froze in place. A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage. The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars. I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall. "Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"