Huggy Wuggy Stuff Novels & Stories

His spirit was our sugar, he was every wish come true that we never knew we should wish for. She was sweet because she elevated others, because she listened and held their emotions as if they were a fragile and sacred thing. There is no such thing as "too sweet" when it is grounded in real emotion, when it is part of the heroes song. You are the sugar of the flowers, the brightness of petals and the comforting wind of summer days. So, team "hug" is not an acronym but is is aka Team huh ugh! For the most part that is because our job is to identify and correct the kind of stupidity that brings on those exclamations. That's the point. That's all we do. Hugs.

Seeing the audience's incomprehension of his jokes, Wiggy rubbed his face in disappointment. "I mean, Santa hired my Elf a few weeks before Christmas Eve, to help him take care of all the Christmas needs," explained the young man at last. Phillip and Lillian nodded in understanding, although Phillip's heart still doubted the truth, he even doubted whether Santa clauses existed. "And every year the old man rewards an object that I don't even need," Wiggy continued as he opened the old ebony door, inside which was a pile of children's toys, such as dolls, copper horse carriages, a replica of a pirate ship inside bottles, and various other kinds.

Something big. Huge.

But Hugo was trapped, the creature now advanced towards him. Wendy was locked in an old stale smelling store room. Her captor was none other than Gaxgs himself. With just one look at Gaxgs the first time in the adjoining room and Wendy had screamed. Gaxgs face had yellow eyes and no nose, the back of his head was covered with very long squid or octopus like tentacles: They were similar to very long dreadlocks that fell down behind his shoulders, almost nearly touching the floor. But the only difference was, those dreadlocks like tentacles can move!

“The lady is sad and wants help.” The disturbances started gently but built quickly. Cabinets opened during dinner. Toys moved across rooms. Harper woke several nights claiming the lady was crying in the walls. Rachel grew protective while her husband Alex tried practical fixes, replacing lights and tightening doors. Their intimacy became a rare escape, quick and needed in the master bedroom when the children slept. Alex moved with quiet urgency, Rachel matching him as if the connection could push back the fear surrounding them.

Right now, those orbs are big and shiny with an equal proportion of glee and greed. “Really? You’ll get me three new ones? From Gucci?” “I swear on…” I look around, my gaze latching on the ugliest stuffed toy I’ve ever seen. My nose wrinkles in surprise. I have honestly never set eyes on a stuffed animal this ugly; “Is that… a mangled Winnie the Pooh?” “Yeah.” “Fine. I swear on his life.” “He’s not alive, girl.” Zeya feels the need to point out. I shrug. “I swear on him regardless.”

Hugo: Oh well I couldn't sleep not when I didn't know the where about of my princess👸👸 Me: Thanks for caring Hugo but I'm fine now. I'm going to bed and you should too. Hugo: Why wouldd I, haven't you heard tonight is usually the best night of the week you could try out all sorts of crazy stuff you know, hang out, sleep over, party! 😏🌚Uwana🌚 sleepy head don't sleep yet. Me:😝 too late😴😴😴😴

I enjoy the comfort of my favorite blue fuzzy pajama pants and oversized shirt. Okay so maybe I really love all my fuzzy jammies and oversized shirts Especially on a Friday night like tonight after a long week at work. I know I just started a week ago and am already glad to be enjoying a nice quiet night curled up on the couch with some popcorn and a good movie. Okay so maybe a gallon of rocky road ice cream and chocolate bars also. My choice of movie tonight is Grease and I am all excited to go watch it. Well that is as soon as this popcorn is done. After the popcorn I will work on my ice cream which isn't much left after the other night when I bought some on my way home from work.

Not helpful. The urge to add every baby item to my buggy has me white knuckling the buggy’s push bar. Every toy, bottle, rattle, stuffed animal, outfit; all of it calls to me, begging me to take it home with me. It’s when we get to the section with the blankets that I can’t stop myself. The textured fuzzy blue one is the first to go in the buggy, then the smooth and soft green one with yellow stars on it. I find a pink one that has shiny pieces woven through it and throw it in as well.