Author - Michael Tomlinson

Paul Stafford was a normal year 7 kid. (Except he had the IQ of a pear.) He never did his work, (just like everyone else.) But unlike them he didn’t talk he drew tiny stick figures that hack away at themselves. He usually included things like guns, axes (battle axes too), swards, bombs rocket launchers, grenades, grenade launchers, planes, subs, boats, torpedoes, depth charges, strange and deadly traps, missiles and any thing else that you can think of that is even mildly dangerous.

Then one day half threw English his teacher Mars Warton had sent him out for the fifth time that period for “inappropriate drawing,” And he was now working on his 13th masterpiece for the period. He finished drawing the last body covered barb wire when, a bolt of lightning hit him! Na I’m just kidding with you, what actually happened was this:

The little man and all their weapons came to life. The little WWIII scene came to life and they jumped off his page. Their tiny 303’s and assault rifles firing away. They swarmed over the teacher killing her in the most painful way possible. They swarmed over her pinning her to the ground using sharpened paper clips and needles, and then they ran into her ear, and placed an H-bomb next to the eardrum. With a deafening explosion, (well it was so small Paul hardly heard it but it was deafening to her,) the tiny men went flying out of her eat then ran back in then shot her brain until she was dead.

“Hooray!” yelled all the kids. Then the little men ran over to the computers and took down the blocker and all the games were unblocked.

“Hooray!” yelled all the kids again. Eventually after hooraying all the things that they killed or destroyed like the destruction math games and the brutal murder of the principal’s stinky cat, the kids fled. (This was because they killed Henry and Campbell.)

Paul then realized that all the things he drew came to life. Three minutes after realizing this they had conquered the school, killed the principal, made the math’s staff room into the equivalent of the WWII Russian front, and put a tiny flag up on top of the office.

To kill the tiny vermin he found that throwing them up in the air and letting gravity do its work, (like on his favorite computer game defend your castle). Then after a wile he got bored and drew a series of traps and a flamethrower. (This weapon was extremely fun, (and it killed them well, (and they looked funny when they ran away on fire, (aren’t brackets fun.))))

As one of the traps he drew a set of giantly small pendulums with axes on the end, some rope and pulleys. He tied the pendulum axes up at the stick figures heads, (about 2cm), and set a miniature person on fire. When he ran past and set the rope on fire the pendulums would fall slicing their heads in half. (This killed them instantly (except the one on fire.)

Another trap was a minefield of pressure buttons and when a few of them had been steeped on a piece of wire would fling out and slice all their heads off. There was also the 10cm drop onto spears, spikes or rocks. (He also drew a stick figure sniper that shot stick figures, but he shot himself first because he was a stick figure.)

Eventually they were all dead except two that were in a car with a blender in it and arms that shoved stuff into the blender. They chased him into the science staff room. He was cornered, but the claws grabbed Mr. Lyon and shoved his limbs into the blender. (He is now just a stump with legs.) They reached out to grab him when a cat jumped into its claws. (That’s the second cat this story!) They shoved the animal into the blender but when the cat was definitely dead the machine got clogged on a hairball. There was a moment’s silence then, BOOM! The explosion killed the last stick figures and Paul.

Everyone was happy that Paul was dead, (except god who now has to put up with him), even though he saved the day. What a happy ending.

THE END