Silly Pictures Novels & Stories

And below a bunch of nonsense words—Fabricated, Lily knew—were pictures. Not one, not two, but nearly ten pictures. And she was naked in each of them, accompanying different men in wild positions that she'd never tried in life. The men's faces were blurred out, but her face and body was left wide open for the best view. Scanning it, the images, Lily felt her brows draw tighter, confusion washing over her. But it only lasted for a few seconds, before realization settled in. It was fake. All of this fucking pictures, were fake!

Fair. Click. Reasonable honestly. Success. God. Or so they thought. Fair. Several moments later they checked the picture. Reasonable. Then immediately burst into laughter. God. Because everyone looked wonderful. Fair. Except Lily. Reasonable. Who had apparently chosen the exact moment to cross her eyes. God. Completely intentionally. Fair. The photograph was ruined. Reasonable honestly. Perfectly ruined. God. Then Lily laughed harder than anyone. Fair. Because obviously. Reasonable. That made it better.

I closed the eye whose side was on the bed and looked at my finger through the one that was opened. My finger had turned black and it looked like those silhouette pictures you see on the internet and I sat up suddenly. That's it! That's how they make those silhouette pictures! Oh my Goodness! How didn't I think of this before?! Of course! The sun was always in those pictures or the reflection or the sky itself.

“What is wrong with you? This is how you live? And these drawings, what is this? Some kind of weird wolf shrine?” Sibil looked genuinely offended, like I’d just insulted his taste in art. “Excuse me! These are classics! Look at the details!” He pointed to one of the particularly awful drawings. “That one’s Mona LeWoofa. Stunning, right?” I stared at him, completely horrified. “This is disgusting.” “Fine, fine,” Sibil sighed, rolling his eyes as if I was the unreasonable one. “You clearly have no appreciation for the arts. But before you pass out from sheer disgust, maybe you shouldn’t believe everything you see.”

A Mother and a Father denying their child in front of everyone to save their wrenched lives was just a mere joke to the small bubbled image(? “Well, good enough.” The pointed bubbled image said as it raised it’s hooked arm about striking the small bubbled image. “Enough!” Another image appeared before every bubbled figures there. “Seriously, ganging up against a small girl is so stupid, what is the Humane world coming to.” The bubbled figure spoke while it held down it's hat to its head. “Isn’t t-that… Matthan the Cohort!”

And once questions started, they rarely stopped. She leaned forward and brushed a hand gently through his hair. “Silas…” Her voice softened. “That’s a difficult question.” He nodded seriously. “I know.” “You do?” “Yes.” He held up his drawing. Three small stick figures stood in front of a house. One taller. One smaller. One somewhere between. “I think families are supposed to look like this,” Silas explained. Evelyn studied the drawing carefully. “Which one is you?” He pointed to the smallest figure.

And I hoped she would understand. I stood and smiled at her. “Okay, let me go rest. I am very tired—don’t you dare make a dirty joke,” I warned when I saw the stupid smile growing on Sandra’s face. I knew her well enough to know that she was going to say something stupid. “I am tired because yesterday was long and I need enough rest for tomorrow.”

She dragged me towards a picture booth, and I followed her helplessly. The booth was incredibly small, and the fact that Silvia desperately wanted to include that purple life-sized monster made it even more cramped. She placed the stuffed animal between the both of us, and before I knew it, I was nearly blinded by the flash light. It kept coming and coming, and I tried shielding my eyes, but this was pure torture. Finally we were done, and I practically flew out of the booth. I heard Silvia laugh at me from behind and say, "You aren’t a fan of pictures, are you?" She asked rhetorically, and I tried adjusting my sight. "Let’s see what we have here," she said before going to get our pictures.

I had developed a fondness for aesthetic photos. It amazed me how a simple filter could make any picture captivating. Then, I stumbled upon pictures from my childhood-memories that brought a smile to my face. One photo stood out, capturing the moment my brother planted a kiss on my cheek. We were both covered in mud, as we often ventured outside after the rain, gleefully diving into the puddles.