Interactive Wedgie Story Novels & Stories

Iskander's jokes are contagious. "You're a natural," I say. "I have a few more if you're interested." He asks as he licks the sauce plate. "Of course," I say. I'm eager to hear his next joke. "Okay, here's one. What do you call a sheep with wheels?" I think about it, and then I say, "A lamb-borghini?" Iskander nods his head and smiles. "That's right," he says. "You're getting the hang of this, Let's try another one," Iskander says. "What do you call a sheep with a bad haircut?" I try to think of an answer, but I'm stumped. Iskander leans in and whispers the answer in my ear. "A ewe-cut!" he says. I start to laugh again, and I can't stop. Iskander's jokes are hilarious, and I'm enjoying myse

Edmund's smile widened, maybe that would work, but before long his eyelids just grew heavier, almost closed a few times. "Not! Edmund... keep talking! Don't close your eyes!” Indeed, Edmund was eager to obey the order, but nothing came out of his dry mouth but a dying breath. “Edmund, I said don't close your eyes! Look at me!" screamed Wiggy, slapping his sister on the cheek several times. However, the icy blue bead had finally disappeared, hidden behind closed eyelids.