Classic Picture Book Characters Novels & Stories

“Thank you.” They stood like that for a long moment, until Emma called from inside. “Keira! Come see!” They pulled apart, and Keira followed the sound of Emma’s voice to a room painted pale yellow, with a bed shaped like a castle and shelves overflowing with books and toys. Emma was kneeling on the floor, a large picture book open in front of her. “This is my favorite,” she said, pointing to a detailed illustration of a brachiosaurus. “He has the longest neck of all. Even longer than Grandma’s.”

And so, Pinocchio, now transformed into a real boy, finally went to school, where he told all his classmates about the traps the world held for those who chose to be bad boys. The end.” Massimo finished reading the picture book, but kept it open so the little girl and the puppy sitting on his lap could continue looking at the drawings. “Look, Lady, the dumb boys are still over there.” Millicent pointed to the animals huddled far away from Pinocchio, looking remorseful “They look like Dominic!” she stated, with the kind of harmless mischief only a child could muster.

She showed me everything. The shelf of animals and their individual names and personalities. The drawings on the wall, each one explained in detail, that one was Button in the garden, that one was Daddy at work which was why he looked so serious, that one was a princess but not a regular princess, a princess who also knew karate.

Two mini cupboard without doors on either side of them in the next little table near the bed her, shaped like a rack. Many books had been placed on the mini cupboard on the right, it seemed like the books belonged to uncle Skandar. Meanwhile, the mini cupboard on the left was filled with rabbit dolls of different shapes and colours. She was a little confused knowing there were many things about rabbits in the room, what was Skandar's uncle's collection? Charisa walked over, and took one of them. "How funny you are ...," Charisa said then hugged the doll.

, and Augustus. There were photographs of the kids as infants, as children on bicycles and ponies, at the beach, and at family gatherings. As the kids got older, there were fewer photos. When I turned the page, I found myself staring at what I’d swear was an old photo of me! A teenage boy with no shirt on, leaning back against a 1950s Chevrolet. His arms were crossed over a strong upper body. Under it was written, “Charlie’s first car —1958.” His hair was thick, dark, and wavy, and his eyes were deep-set like mine. I jumped off the bed and held the book in front of Martha. “Look.”

We both looked at the woman in black when she spoke. "Daniell Jane Cruz." My eyes widened when she mentioned my full name. "Cyrille Bertiz." Cyrille and I looked at each other. "H-how did you know our name?" Cyrille asked tremblingly. The woman did not answer. We also couldn’t see her face because it was covered. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.” My hand kept shaking. That song

They did not get to experience things like this in their childhood and figured if their luna was doing it, then so could they. So many different characters wander the little haunted territory, there were marvel characters like Ironman, Captain America, the Star Lord, and then DC characters like Batman. Flash, Superman, cartoon characters like SpongeBob, PAW Patrol, Bugs Bunny, South Park, there were movie characters like the Godfather, Rocky Horror picture show, Grease, Disney characters, the list went on forever of all the different costumes.

What book is that? Jai leaned over to the front and took the book from the cushion to examine it. It was light and a bit thin. There was a picture in the cover that looked like a forest, and a small boy was in the picture, picking some mushrooms. The title was written in artistic way, like a children book would.

I’m a half-dozen coping mechanisms in a trench coat, and the only reason I function at all, day to day, is I do the same things with the same people and force everything that scares me deep under the surface like those ugly, terrified, teeming fish in the picture. Justus exhales and flips ahead several pages. Then, slowly—so very slowly—he slides the book over so it’s propped on my knees. He’s flipped to a different picture. In this one, Thumbelina is riding a blackbird, gazing down with a serene smile at a miniature fairy prince lounging on a white morning glory throne. He’s wearing baggy green harem pants, a vest with no shirt, and a gold crown with spikes like sun rays. Justus taps the la

That woman is a witch. I lay on my side, and I noticed the book I had taken from Grandpa's room pecking at the pocket of my bag. I took it out and opened the first page. I chuckled to see that he had drawn a tiny rabbit on top of the letter T. It's a toddler book, so the words are bigger than in normal books. I open the next page, and there's one letter with a rabbit drawn on it again. This time, it is the letter H. The rabbit is cute. I don't know, Grandpa is good at drawing.