Mouse And Strawberry Book Novels & Stories

Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered. I screamed and shouted, but no one heard my cries. As he smeared sticky saliva over my face, all I could do was struggle to grab a lamp from the bedside desk, smashing it over his head. Then, I made a run for it, stumbling towards the window. Jeremy was like a monster, relentlessly chasing me after he recovered. I threw myself over the windowsill, and as I hit the ground, I clearly felt warm blood gushing out between my legs, as if a life was slipping away.

Leaving me alone in a house full of trinkets and expecting me to not touch anything? I started to look around the house, I also wondered what they were talking about outside. This cabin looked small on the outside, but it was pretty big inside with a lot of herbs, and books. I thought someone like her would keep a pet or something, maybe not cats or dogs, but something like a frog or snake would be more fitting. But from the looks of it, it didn't seem like she had anything living here but her. When I walked over to the bookshelf, I saw a really vivid-looking mouse. I half expected it to be a real mouse, but when I came closer to have a better look. I could see it was truly just a model.

She leaned in close, her breath smelling of strawberries and static. "Now... would you like to see the 'Script' for tomorrow? It involves a **Volcano**."

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" Mom also asked me, it sounded like anxiety. I shook my head, indicating I was fine. As I attentively drank the cup of milk in my hand, my eyes fell on the jar of strawberry jam. It was a day at the end of winter. My father came in from outside with a basket full of strawberries in his hand. "Oh, honey, you know what I hate about strawberries, don't you?" "Mary, I know you hate it but I love eating it." "Fine, if you want, but I won't taste a bite." I turned around while bowing my head down on table. "I thought you hated strawberry-related things." She answered softly, gently brushing her hair from the top of her head. The touch was so warm. "Did you hear someone say that? I've always liked

He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed the top of her head. “My princess... always smelling wonderful.” He ran a hand through her hair. “What story would you like tonight?” Luna’s face lit up. The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear. Edgar picked up the book and read it slowly, changing his voice for each character, just as he always did. When he finished, he closed the book, said a prayer with her, kissed her forehead again, and tucked the blanket around her. “Sleep well, my princess.”

Then I saw what he was holding. My notebook. I gasped, rushed forward, and snatched it from him fast. Thank God he had not opened it yet. He was only looking at the cover, where I had drawn a small strawberry in a childish way a long time ago. He turned to me, pushing his hair back. His gaze was steady, calm, deep. "Strawberry obsessed." He said it flatly, with dry mockery. I rushed to my closet, shoved the notebook inside, and slammed it shut. I forced myself to stay calm.

I speak loudly and go get my things. On top of the cabinet, there is some kind of book and a remote control, as well as a tablet, but first I open the door and take the tray with the champagne in the ice bucket and the strawberries, I place everything on top of the cabinet and close the door. , the light that was blinking goes off and I pick up the book curiously. The first page is the menu, where you can order food at any time, I turn the pages and come across a practical manual on how to use the remote control.

" Ninety- one percent likelihood the image is based on the key- slapping Slizzard of Solla Sollew." "The what?" By way of answer, the computer brought up the image of books, along with a paragraph of information on the book and author. The title was I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew. Apparently this book was one of the lesser known publications of the author known as Mr. Seuss. Jacquard scanned the list of Mr. Seuss's most popular books. There was one book called Green Eggs and Ham. That sounded like an interesting one to read! Another time, perhaps. For now, Jacquard moved through the text of Solla Sollew. It was about a furry creature who lived in an unpleasant place where he got st

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.