Abandoned Toy Novels & Stories

He retorted, his tone dripping with mock indignation. “But I'll admit, Zeke here does seem to have a knack for it.”He added and they turned to my almost filled cart wheel. I couldn't help but chuckle at their silly banter. As we continued our shopping spree, we loaded our carts with clothes, towels, and toys for the kids. I scanned the shelves, my gaze fell upon a soft plush toy; a small orange rabbit with long ears. Instantly, I recalled the moment when Tyris had mistaken me for her father over the phone. A warm smile spread across my face as I reached out to pick up the toy.

"Hmm, I think maybe you have earned a bit of playtime in the tub since you did so well in letting mommy wash you up." "Yes, please, pretty please, Mommy." "OK, but what would you like to play with. I'm afraid I really don't have any bath toys anymore as once Bobby got older I got rid of them all." "I could play with something else maybe?" he tentatively asked. "Hmm, like what baby . . . don't be shy . . . tell your mommy what you really wanna play with."

A vintage booth stood out among the produce stalls, its wooden shelves lined with antique toys and knick-knacks. “Oh!” I gasped, pointing at the booth. “Look at that vintage toy set! Melody would love it when she gets older.” Noah followed my finger, his own eyes widening slightly upon seeing what I was pointing at. The set in question was beautiful, with hand-painted wooden animals and a little barn, all housed in a quaint carrying case. But just as I was about to walk over to ask the vendor about it, another couple swooped in, purchasing the set right in front of me. My face fell, disappointment washing over me as I watched the vendor wrap up the toy set.

Raven snorted, "She needs the real thing. Plastic is going to feel more of a punishment then-" "If you find a good one it's not going to feel like plastic! It's going to feel like you have a dick in your coochie! I happen to know a place that-" "Of course you know a place." "Oh shut up you wanna be prude! We founded "Joy for Toys" together!"

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.

And I found that sometimes I was in a position to help, to actually do something about it. My first foray into cat burglary was simple. A young mother had come to the shelter with her 6-year-old son. The boy, Reid, was on the autism spectrum. Overall, I thought he seemed to be coping well, though I’m certainly no expert. He was stuck on this one specific toy dinosaur he’d been forced to leave behind. That toy, that one thing, had become a fixation. His mother was constantly kicking herself for not double-checking she had the thing when she left. Apparently, it was in her bag, but he’d taken it out to play with it and, in the hurry to leave, it got lost in the shuffle.

And in both hands? Paper bags. Many. One, two… seven? A few with the logo of the most expensive toy store in the city, one from the airport duty free, another plain but suspiciously overstuffed. “Tell me at least some of that is vegetables,” I said. “Vegetables for the soul,” he answered calmly. “Toy stores are the vitamin D of your child’s universe.” One paper bag slipped from his grip, hitting the floor in a slide of plastic and cardboard. Poppy pounced like a predator.

I could end everything. I could run away.. But I wasn’t stupid. I wouldn’t survive if I tried. His brother was out there waiting for me to be claimed by him. Either way, they were both dangerous and any of them could get to claim my life anytime. To them, I was just an object they could use and throw away anytime. I was more like a toy. So I just kept my head down and did what needed to be done, even though part of me hated every second of it.

He was also the most obedient child and over-intelligent for his age, grasping knowledge at an alarming rate. Megan was never worried about him when in the park as Benny was very well trained and wouldn't engage in conversation with adult strangers. In case of any sign of danger, he would quickly rush to his mother. He had a whole collection of dried flowers in the room that were displayed in a book. He would name them and arrange them according to the seasons collected and would look at them, carefully placing them back as he reminded his mother when he had picked them. To Benny, everything had a story that he would turn into a tale of bad guys and superheroes who would come to save the day

However, that day did not come. Grandma passed away three months ago. It was only then that Mom and Dad finally realized that they had a child that they abandoned by the countryside. They were forced to take me home. I happily brought the Lego to my new home, but Mom denied that she had given it to me. She furrowed her brows in disgust and spat, "Why did you bring such a bulky toy? It'll take up space…" I was stunned. I looked at this mother of mine who was almost like a stranger to me.