MISFIT'S STORY DUMP

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 hous