Abandoned Toy Novels & Stories

Stuffed dolls, teddy bears, toy horses, whatever a young lady's heart might conceivably want. Laura chose not to talk about them at all, and whenever she found one, usually hidden among the toys she had bought, she would put it in the corner that was farthest away from the beautiful crib they had chosen together. She had given the region, which she had dubbed Toy Siberia, a significant collection. She resisted asking him why he kept purchasing those items.

My sister had packed a spare heavy wrench there just in case of something like this. I reached back as far as I could, trying to get to it. The crash had warped the latch. I pulled with everything I had until it finally snapped open. Relief flooded through me. I reached inside, but when my fingers closed around the wrench, I froze. It wasn't metal. It was soft. A wrench-shaped piece of chocolate. "Chocolate?" My mind went blank. Outside the car, Julian burst out laughing, clapping his hands like a kid at a carnival.

I approached him once looking at the stuff toys inside. “This” I whispered and pointed to a small blue stuff toy. He dropped the token and started playing. While the one next to us, I can’t count how many tokens he has already paid. I just laugh at the way they look. I turned to Wayne and he frowned in extreme seriousness. “That! That’s it! —Aaiiiishh ”Ashley complained when the stuff toy fell. I laughed at their looks. “Owwshiiee” My eyes widened when Wayne actually got the stuff toy I was saying.

There were photos on the wall with the Burroughs in them, a few children's toys on the shelves, mixed in with test tubes and beakers. Plenty of machines she didn't know how to use, yes but…scattered papers and documents, a trash can filled with disposable coffee cups, and childish DNA models made with toothpicks and gumdrops. It was a lab yes, but it felt…it felt like it was supposed to be a home. Jamie tried to force herself to focus. She had a limited amount of time to try and find proof and with the controlled chaos inside the lab it would take some time to find any.

He catches my shoulder effortlessly. “Sorry.” I murmur, feeling my cheeks heat. “I didn’t play a lot as a kid, as you probably guessed.” And because my mouth loves to ramble, the words won’t stop coming. “Actually, he banned toys and games and any form of entertainment after he found out what my brain could do. He was thinking of millions, of right now I guess. So that’s why a mop is a toy for me. Although I have accumulated a lot of toys since I left, you’ve seen them.” I can’t look at his face, I really want someone to stop me from speaking, clearly I can’t do it myself.

She stood in front of the toy isle not understanding what to do, just looking around, she never had a toy before, humans who like to run around and call themselves resistance, half of them die from sickness while the other half end up regressing and having no one to take good care of them. "You can choose one," I tell her going down on my knee to match her, she looked up at me with worry, I just smiled and offered her a hand, she can use a little bit of help on what to do now. We both turn back to the toys, I see her touching different ones, looking at them before we got some lucky winners.

As Ava slept, she found herself back at the warehouse where she was tied up. She was very hungry and thirsty and also needed to poop. It was late in the night and the room was pitch dark. She couldn't see anything but she believed there was someone outside the locked door. She pleaded, "Please help me, I need to use the bathroom. Please I'm very hungry and thirsty, I beg you, please help me. I know you can hear me, please at least just let me use the bathroom."

The jokes pass from one kid’s mouth to another in the smallest whispers. Kate’s eyes widen. In the inner sanctum of the banyan tree, she can see all the lost and broken toys of her childhood and the childhood of probably all the other kids in the entire neighborhood. There are muddied Barbies, tattered kites, torn fashion magazines, wet and swollen comic books and smut (from early-bloomers), Marvel trading cards, marbles, Jacks ball and plastic stones and Chinese jump rope. There are even household items like keys and divorced socks. Something else catches her platter-wide eyes and sends a blast of pure joy inside her heart, first surging and then spreading all over the pounding organ. It’s

I noticed the toys Adrian was hugging in his arms, and there were more by his feet. That was when I remembered how his mother had passed away. The toys were the last memories he had of his mother. I got the other teacher to leave with the child first while I packed up the toys and followed behind. I promised the child that I would bring every toy back to the orphanage for him. After they left, I quickly grabbed a sack to pack up all the days, but just as I was about to leave with the toy sack, the windows were suddenly broken with a crash from the landslide.