Dr. Seuss Novels & Stories

I walked away before he could respond. Outside, the October air hit my face and I felt slightly more human. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I proceeded to pull it out. Madam Fantasy: Rest up, Jailbird. Fantasy Island will need you tonight. I sent back a twerking GIF. Crass, maybe, but that was Fantasy Island. Everything was crass there. Everything was performance and pretend and separating drunk rich people from their money. Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho."

"Weston...I believe you know about the condition of the child eater." There was Vlora, Leticia and Weston sitting in the west drawing-room having teas. "Yes, Ms Dasher. I am aware." "Can you help us in this situation?" "Ms Dasher, we have been listening to the story of Paxson, the child eater when we were little. A little fear is still present deep down..." "Maybe an ancient herb or something to kill her..." "Well, in that case, we have to go ask an abbot." "An abbot?" Vlora raised her left brow.

Chapter Nineteen “A rope was tied to the leg of a full grown Elephant, one end at right fore leg, and the other end at left hind leg, but what was funny, this Elephant can’t even break the tiny rope, even when it can do just that effortlessly, without even breaking a single sweat.” Alexis scoffed. “That is impossible, because an Elephant could uproot a huge tree, so how can a tiny rope hold the Elephant down.” “Well, it is possible, just ask me how an impossible became possible.” John said casually.

Emily's POV: Waking up the next day was horrible; my tummy kept hurting, and it felt like my tummy was having war with my body. I groaned loudly as I turned around in bed; the house was really quiet, meaning everyone had already gone out. "Alright, Emily, you can do this. Just go to the bathroom and see what the problem is," I said to myself as I stood up slowly. Maybe I should have listened to Doctor Kingston about no sweets.

His walls were lined with shelves. "Shift." the command pulled me put of my trance as I settled on the main in front of me. Ge must have shifted while I was occupied studying his room. My eyes drew to the main in front of me. Except he was no man. No this was a Greek God. An Adonis that sat leaning casually against his desk. He was wearing only wearing some boxers leaving the rest of his delectable skin uncovered.

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

Adams waited at the driver’s seat patiently humming to himself when all of a sudden, the door burst opened, startling him. “Oh mine! Ichabod! You almost gave me a fit! Why were you back so....” He kept quiet as he recognized the twitched face and the cyan eyes. In a low growl, Odin ordered, “drive!” “Okay.” Adams said without further ado and switched on the engine. **

I clicked back to the messages to reply. Rebbeca: That’s a very special number, happy birthday little girl. Me: “tank you very much you have pwetty picture” Rebbeca: “Thank you, baby girl, I like the sloth picture. is that your favorite animal?” Me: “Wes, he’s the best, he can sleep all day and not move” Rebbeca: “Are you in school little girl?” Me: “Wes, I a senior” Rebbeca: “Really what a smart girl”

I opened the door wide enough for both of us to walk through. The room itself was simple, a small wooden bookshelf filled to the brim with children's books was near the door. Nikolas had gotten the shelf and half the book in the world when he realized Samuel was a sensitive child who enjoyed fairy tales. The walls like the door were yellow. Not as bright and scorching as the door but the subtle color gave life to the room. In the corner of the room was a white and yellow covered bed that held a mound of covers. That mound was in fact a pillow. I freed the covers and placed Samuel into the bed. It was soft. Nothing like mine. I felt almost jealous. Tucking him, I sauntered over to the shelf a

Ellie… Ellie… Like a voice calling her home. She froze. “Dad?” The voice faded, like it had never been there. Then another sound, distant, muffled: the scrape of chalk against a board. The low hum of lecture hall voices. Dr. Voss’s calm, measured tone: You must see the Labyrinth for what it is, not what it shows you. Ellie pressed a hand to her forehead. “It’s in my head.” Cerebus stiffened, growling into the shadows. But the growl wasn’t steady. Alpha turned left, snapping at nothing. Beta whined, torn between directions. Gamma barked, lunging forward, straining against air.