Silly Pictures Novels & Stories

Both of us immediately bent down to grab it, our heads nearly knocking together. Four tiny squares. Four small windows into chaos. Tarzan couldn't stop staring at the picture of me making the silly face. His thumb traced the edge of the strip like it held a secret. I frowned. "You did that on purpose. It didn't even capture you doing it," I complained. "Now I look like a clown." "You look cute," he replied, still staring at it, a soft wonder in his voice. "Do it again. Let me see." "I'm not doing that nonsense."

He exclaims. Mr. Sunshine offers to show the group the photo he's taken. They look at the screen of the camera, and they can't believe what they see. The photo is a cartoon drawing, with exaggerated features and bright colors. Everyone looks so silly, and the photo is hilarious. They all burst into laughter, and the sound of joy fills the air. "I hope you like the picture, my friends!" Mr. Sunshine says, and he winks. "Would you like me to draw another one?" He asks.

They moved so fearlessly. “No,” Kadeem stated, his lips barely moving. No. Something wasn’t right. Once more, Merrick gave a small clear of his throat. “I’m sorry, sir,” the man said. “But they share no relation to you.” ~ Ardal “Mommy, look at this picture I drew today,” Silas says, holding up a piece of paper with a tiger drawn on it. Or at least…I think it’s a tiger. “Its’ wonderful,” I tell him as Lottie continues to try and braid my hair. I take the paper from Silas, giving a proud nod as I hear Lottie’s frustrated huffs. “We have to hang this on the fridge.”

Of course he sent all the pictures he took of me, except the one he took when I was unaware. Fay; Aw, Come on. Gimme the picture I wanted to see most. Silas; Neigh. I thought you wanted to see the ones in which you appeared WeiRD, and I did sent those. Now, didn't I? Fay; Oh plueaseeeee. Did you have to add unnecessary emphasis on the 'weird?' Silas; I'm laughing so hard right now. I just had to. Fay; Yada yada yada... Silas; Yeah, yeah.

- Dirty Pictures Inspire Animal Pleasure Things changed a bit later on Saturday night, about an hour after we finished the dishes. It took less than five minutes. Nancy asked to see the pictures I took of Sam Tulip screwing Jorge Victor's really ugly butthole in the parking lot at the Mink. I had to warn her first, some things cannot be unseen, and this was well beyond ugly. But she was willing to risk it for another look at the current version of her favorite Tulip.

the works. At first, I’m irritated. But then, surprisingly, her innocence begins to chip away at my annoyance. It’s refreshing, this break from the usual harshness of reality. For once, I’m not talking about bills or stress or survival. Just... toys and silly things. It’s almost peaceful. She pulls out her tablet and shows me pictures—her with her dad, at Disneyland, with their cat. Then, she insists on taking silly selfies with filters that make us look like cats with sunglasses. I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

She was a very friendly and sweet person. I was feeling bad for her. But I couldn't stop the giggles that escaped my lips. And Silas' eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. And when I tried narrowing my eyes like him, I saw him multiplying, and I giggled again. "There are two of you! Look, Silas one, and Silas two. And both of you are looking so... so cute." I said, pinching his cheeks, which somehow was not his cheeks but his nose.

“I have other crazy ideas spinning in here, you see? Follow my orders and I promise not to make you do something silly.” Something silly? If this wasn't silly then what was his definition of the word “silly?” I swallowed nervously. “Like asking you to spread your legs beneath the table while I finger fuck you, forcing you to give me a hand job right here and now, placing you over the table or fucking you right on that glass just so the whole pack would know you're mine.“

- Was he trying to bake a cake. I looked again at the picture he had drawn. His drawings usually required some imagination, so it was possible that the wobbly shape wasn't a cake, but rather a little person holding a cake. That silly fool. No, he wouldn't have made a cake and run out to find me, would he?! - A sudden thunderclap startled me, and a fierce storm hit, rain lashing against the windowpane. I stood there, frozen for a second or two, then sprang up and grabbed an umbrella, rushing out the door.

Nelson said with disgust and sighed. " Silly?" Clarita finally got her tongue back and she was greatly annoyed this time around. even though she loved him, she wasn't going to let him step on her pride anyhow!. "You said silly huh? Do you mind if I tell you who the silly one is? The one who couldn't help a girl when she was almost getting hurt and even aided her falling is the silly one. the one who embarrassed and rubbished the pride of a girl in public is the silly one. Now, do you know who the silly one is?