Abandoned Toy Novels & Stories

Naitee's Pov:- " I don't know what to buy for a newborn child. Will this toy be a good choice or this giant truck or this sports car edition or these superhero statues? " Maverick questioned me because right now we both are standing in a toy shop. Well, I was dragged here from my workplace. Even though Theodore came to my rescue but you know how stubborn Maverick can be.

He had a glass of scotch in his hands. But that's not what caught my attention, the box on the bed did. "What's that?" I asked, "Just a bunch of toys," he shrugged. I approached the box carefully, curious to see what was in there. I opened the lid and let out a gasp. My cheeks flamed hot as I once imagined how good all of this feel inside me. I was far too gone. "Do you like them?" He asked, coming up behind me. He was in my space, his breath fanned my neck as he spoke.

His mouth opened in a little ‘O’. He gasped dramatically. He spotted it. A gun toy. Not a small one, but an expensive, flashy, multi-featured monstrosity that lit up, made sounds, vibrated, and probably could double as a night lamp. The kind made specifically to tempt children and break parents’ wallets. He sprinted to it and wrapped both arms around it. “MAMAAAAA! Look! This one...this one!! Pleassseeee!” Karline picked up the price tag.

That’s what has been imprinted on Meredith and Noah’s mind the moment they decided to venture into the abandoned factory that no one dared to. It was old. Ruins envelop the sight they had seen. Dolls loitered around as if they had always been there, never getting old, although discarded. They were left there to rot, but their appearance never change. They are just dusty, and muddy, spider webs clinging onto the holes of their eyes, naked, and bare, some are missing one limb. While the others lay in a pile headless.

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”

Like me. I took it in both hands. And I drank. In one go. Without thinking. The alcohol burned my lips. Then my throat. And the tears came. I am not sobbing. I am not screaming either. It is just a slow flow. Sad. Inexorable. I weep for the woman I was. I weep for this night when I believed a child would fix everything. I weep for the abandoned dinner, for the set table, for the candles extinguished before they even had a chance to live.

"When you get out, your sister will definitely make it up to you." Then she turned and walked away. Just like that. I felt my body shake as I clutched the bars, watching her disappear down in those expensive heels. It was the first gift I bought for her when I started making some money. Anna, her beloved daughter, had never gotten her more than a cheap bracelet down the store. I gasped for breath, my chest rising and falling erratically as I screamed. "MUM! MUM! MUM!" "AM I EVEN YOUR REAL DAUGHTER?" I choked out, my voice pleading.

I asked, but none of them responded. "What's your name?" I turned to the oldest child. "Abigail." "Good. We're going somewhere soon… but there’s plenty here. What do you want to eat?" "Nothing…" "Babe," Vincenzo interrupted. "I told them to get as many dolls and toys as they could find. Hey, kids! Who wants to play with toys?" He tried to make them feel better, but it wasn’t working. "Where’s Nana?" one of them asked.

“Weaver would freak out with the open burning; your mother would slaughter me; and your other uncle would laugh while she did it. And you would be grounded until you turn eighteen. Maybe longer.” Greg now chuckled at the memory. He never told Izabella about it, keeping his lips sealed even when she suspected Enora might have given the teddy away “because she didn’t look very happy with it”. It was interesting. Of all the things a pup could do with a toy they didn’t like - leave it in a corner of the room and never play with it, torture it for the hell of it, taking out the insides - Izabella settled on the reason that Enora might have given it away. Pups were territorial of their toys, even