MISFIT'S STORY DUMP

Story by misfit446

I'm giving up stories and/or story ideas that are not completed. I need space for the stories I will finish. So anyone can have at one or all. Some are just titles, others are started, and others are just a few lines of the story itself. If this helps anyone, which I hope it will, please feel free to use anything posted here. And you can change anything you wish. It will become your story! Granted some of the ideas and things are trite or corny but hopefully your creativity will give it a life that I could not.

Thanks for reading the stories I did finish and the ones I plan on finishing.

Misfit

A DEAL IS A DEAL

Tammy Summers was a plain Jane kind of girl but she was far from normal. She was strong as a bull and hung like one too.

Since she was ten, she realized she could do things no one else could do. Her first experience with her power happened when she opened a jar of peanut butter that her father couldn’t. Though everyone laughed at the episode, Tammy began to question how and why she could do it.

At the park, she found she could do the monkey bars with ease while others her age, even some of the older kids, had a problem going all the way across, using only their hands.

Little things began to become big things. At eleven, her Dad was trying to pull down a small tree, digging about the roots, pulling, digging, pulling. He finally gave up and went inside for some lunch. Tammy had watched his efforts, using his significant bulk (185 pounds) to get the tree out. Without thinking, Tammy yanked hard on the tree, tearing out the thick roots and setting it off to the side. Wiping her hands, she walked away.

Though her father was confused about finding the tree torn out of the hole, he was pleased as his ‘honey do’ job was partially completed.

At twelve, growing Tammy had been playing with Sarah and Kerri, her closest friends when Billy Sanchez came over, kicking over their dolls and playhouse on her front lawn. All the girls shouted and berated Billy, the neighborhood ADHD problem child. Tammy stood up and walked over to the giggling creep. With a quick grab, she latched onto his wrist, squeezing it. Billy’s giggling turned to girl like shrieking as he dropped to his knees, balling like a baby.

“Leave us alone. Don’t ever come back here,” Tammy said, adding a swift kick into Billy’s fat gut. He went down, throwing up all over himself as he cried in pain.

“Wow Tammy. You got him good,” Sarah said and stood.

“He’s just a big bully,” Kerri offered, kicking the kid still crying on the ground, cradling his bruised wrist while spitting out chunks from his mouth.

“Now get off my lawn,” Tammy ordered. The crying kid just rolled about crying. Sighing, Tammy grabbed the pudgy kid’s shirt collar and dragged him into the street. “And don’t come back.”

She marched back to her friends, setting the dollhouse up and began to play again.

At thirteen, someone had egged the house on Halloween late at night. In the morning, Tammy’s Dad was pissed. She growled hearing about it and went on a mission. Mind you, this four foot eleven inch girl seemed to be timid, skinny and non threatening to most people. But when her dander was up, things happened. She first marched over to Billy’s house, two blocks down.

Billy might be particular but not stupid. When he answered the door he gasped, stepping back in horror.

“Who egged my house?” Tammy asked with authority. Billy only shrugged, winced and peed himself. His fear of little Tammy was that great. With a sigh she turned and walked away. Her brain was thinking hard who would or could have done it.

‘Wait a minute,’ she thought. “Billy has a big brother. What’s his name? Tom, Tim, Bob, Bobby?” She turned and marched back to Billy’s front door and rang the doorbell.

Billy answered the door again. “W-what n-now?” he stuttered.

“Who’s your brother? What’s his name?”

“You mean Brad?”

“BRAD! That’s it. Thanks Billy.”

“Um, er, bye.” He slammed the door, still wearing his very wet jeans. Tammy giggled as she walked around the house, looking for a way inside. There was an open window on the side she walked toward. With a shrug she clawed her fingers into the screen and ripped it out of the frame. Climbing in she was rewarded with a wonderful array of things to destroy. But first she made sure it was Brad’s room. Walking over to a small shelf holding several impressive awards and trophies she read the name Bradley Gregson on the brass name plaque. BINGO!

The first thing she saw was the nice 17 inch LCD monitor to his computer. Stepping up to the desk she gingerly unhooked the monitor from the tower and carefully carried it over to the bed. It was a classic bed with head and footboards, each corner having a nice solid wooden ball on each point. With a smile she raised the thin monitor and slammed it down onto one of the balls, impaling it onto the ball easily.

Turning, she waltzed back over to the desk

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