Novel & Cerita Silly Rhymes

Her little high-pitched voice screams as Silas's voice roars behind her, making sure he doesn't catch her, but scaring her as he stays on her heel. Evelyn falls into a fit of giggles as she's finally scooped off her feet at the end of the hall, and pulled into Silas's arms. He pulls her shirt up slightly, exposing her belly button, and a loud rumbling sound is heard as Silas does what she calls, belly farts on her tummy. Evelyn screeches and squeals as he blows bubbles on her belly, and she yells, "Stop! I have a stinky belly now!" Silas almost lost it when she said that, and he fell into a fit of laughter. Evelyn, giggled at the silly vampire as he sloppily set her down from laughing too ha

Shaking her head mischievously, Lily replies, “No, but I heard they wear tiny frowns and stomp their little paws when they’re grumpy!” The room erupts in laughter, with Julia adding to the amusement. “Oh, I think I’ve spotted a few grumpy squirrels in the park, stomping around and giving everyone the stink-eye.” The children join in, mimicking grumpy squirrels with exaggerated expressions and stomping motions. It’s a moment of pure joy, where the innocence of childhood merges seamlessly with the lightheartedness it craves. Once the laughter subsides, Ethan eagerly contributes with a joke. “You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?”

🎵I hope a trap boy's your type🎵 🎶why?🎶 🎵Cause I don't have a nine to five🎵 🎶alright🎶 🎵I get that your standards high but I'm not a random guy, I'm different🎵 🎶lliterally🎶 🎵When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it🎵 🎶calm🎶 🎵You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys you're trippin', trippin🎵

She flips it open and blinks. “These are nursery rhymes.” “From the Veil-bordering settlements. Passed down for centuries.” Her eyes scan the page. One rhyme reads: When the bramble sighs and bones do creak, Don’t stray from paths, don’t dare to speak. Eyes may glitter, mouths may grin, But speak their name and let them in. Scarlett looks up. “That sounds like a warning not to invite something in.” I meet her gaze and nod, “Yes. Some kind of predator.”

She hits her lap over and over and over, laughing so hard. I couldn't help laughing too. It’s been so long since I saw her smile like this… laugh like this. I will do anything and everything to see her smile like this again. “Oh my… What the hell is an ANNA 1 ANNA 2?” she squealed. “Oh come on, do not make me explain the joke to you,” I grumbled, jokingly. “Don’t you know the thing drummers do before they play a sound… Anna 1 Anna 2 and they go, bam bam daa daa.” I sang.

My body rocks back and forth as if I've got a limb, when the only thing that has snapped is my sanity. Walking bereft of shoes, laughing to lyself, rocking to my own tune, stopping and glancing over my shoulders before continuing on, singing to myself. Burn Burn Oh such lovely flames Orange and red, screams and wails. Maybe I'm a little out of touch with reality, maybe I'm crazy. But who says their not crazy?

" I drag a cart towards the aisle we are in and drop a few cans of coca cola into it. Miranda comes back with snacks and candy. We basically fill the shopping cart with junk, then we pick up one carton of milk, a bag each of sugar and flour, then we check out. As Miranda and I are walking out, I hear her singing. The song is a preschool rhyme but the lyrics are different. I listen carefully to her. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, wanna hit you with a car. Drop you from a tree so high, hope you break your neck and die."