Unknown Mother Goose Novels & Stories

If we were alone, there was no telling how quickly we’d rip each other’s clothes off. I forced myself to watch a family a few yards away. A child that was probably no more than three years old was currently running away from his mother, and she was chasing after him, red-faced and yelling. “Wanna bet how far that kid gets before his mom catches him?” I pointed. The boy had run through a flock of geese, causing the birds to honk in dismay. Olivier narrowed his eyes. The mother was now fending off an angry goose with her hat. “Seems as though he’ll get all the way to that tree over there.”

What anomalies exist there? Shouting, "What's the matter now?" she switches off the headlights and cautiously leaves the room. “I had to investigate the source of the loud explosion that sounded like a large object landing in the region where the bamboo piles are.” The mother hen was once pleading for her offspring to be saved, but Elaine is unaware of the black, slimy, round, and elongated predator that is creeping away and leaving just the skin and feathers of those adorable, newly hatched chicks.

When the tears died down, she sniffled, before asking the older if she had any idea regarding her uncle's whereabouts. "Your uncle left the moment he sold the house, I don't think he's in this town any more" Mrs James muttered and even though it was something she'd heard before, Divine's heart still manage to plummet even deeper, it was like the fact that she was now really alone was continuously slapped unto her brain.

In the evening, with Enora in the space on his crossed legs, they tore stale bread and the girl clearly didn’t get the memo when she aimed the first chunk at the mother duck of purple feathers, turquoise beak, and yellow eyes. She only missed because Greg lifted her and turned her away right on time, so the bread was hurled neatly in front of the animal, who quacked in appreciation. And so it became a game, for Enora to estimate how far off she should aim to get the ducks while her uncle deflected her point of focus.

I probed, hoping that she could feel the sincerity in my voice. “Umm, “ She gulped nervously which added to my suspicion because Mama was always calm and collected. She barely faltered. “Some of the chicks were poisoned last night, and I’ve lost about a dozen of them. I don’t think my heart will take any more negative news,” I held her arm and hugged her. “Oh, mama, I’m sorry about those chicks. You’ll have to hurry so that you can save them,” Footsteps crunched behind us. “Why didn’t you tell me about it?” A middle-aged man that looked oddly familiar chipped in, causing us to break up the embrace.

She’ll know that I can take care of her, and she’ll stop stinking as if I’m about to attack her. I pad away from the goose and sit further off, angled so that she’ll see the bloody goose bite on my haunch when she comes out. The wily fucker managed to nip a chunk out of my butt cheek before I ripped its throat out. I guess that means I’ve eaten my own ass. At least no one from the pack saw. I’d never live it down. Annie doesn’t know it was a goose that got the drop on me, though. For all she knows, maybe I fought off a natural wolf for the goose. Or a feral.

She remembered the sadness in her mother's eyes and the way she always seemed to be hiding a part of her heart from the world. "My mother always told me that I was her only joy and her only reason for staying alive during those long and lonely years in the small village near the border. She never mentioned another child, and she never said that I had a twin or a sister who was taken away by the creatures of the night," Queen Giselle said. She felt a lump in her throat as she realized that her mother might have carried even more secrets to her grave than she had ever imagined possible.