Broken Toy Book Novels & Stories

He opens his mouth and showed me the location of the tooth that has been removed. "Earlier. It was suddenly removed. There’s a lot of blood, Mommy. But I'm strong, I didn't cry!" I messed up his hair. "Put it under your pillow, you know a tooth fairy might visit you." "Can't we just have Bumblebee? The fairy is too feminine." I laughed. "What has Bumblebee got to do with your teeth? Maybe he's still rusty because of that." "Mommy." He pouted. From Reid's shoulder, I saw Wright standing with his hands on his pants. I averted my gaze and quickly returned my attention to Reid.

I looked down to find shattered glass scattered across the floor, pieces of picture frames mixed with ripped-up notes, torn apart as if someone had wanted to erase them completely. If it wasn’t so old and dusty, the nursery would have been the most beautiful thing ever. It had promise once. Now, broken toys littered the floor—ripped bears missing their button eyes, cracked dolls with their stuffing spilling out, and pink star mobiles still hanging from the ceiling, swaying slightly. But this place wasn’t just abandoned. It was ruined. Someone had deliberately trashed it. I found myself walking further, my curiosity pulling me in as I took everything in.

When all the toys were inside, I finished picking up all the broken ones and their parts. I carried the box of toys to the children’s playroom. It was a large room with all kinds and sizes of toys. There was a bookshelf on one corner but the books looked untouched. There was enough space in the centre of the room for the kids to play from but the carpet was spotless. Clearly, the twins liked to mess up the living room. Why their mother did not care was beyond my understanding. After looking around and touching the life sized dolls in one corner, I exited the room. When I reached the living room, I found the broken toys had been poured and scattered all over the carpet.

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

"Welcome to toy story." It greeted with a deep roar. Definitely normal. I moved on, I heard a creak behind me and when I turned around only its head was turned all the way through. I'd give them a ten for creepy. Of all the ideas for building a blacksite. A toy theme. So very original. I kept moving until we reached the end with another door. The others had gone in, so I followed. It was still filled with pictures of "advanced toys" There were rooms in all corners, I looked at some and they were filled with tanks, others computers, most of them were just rooms.

It was filled with thick books with different sizes, but some are notebooks and photo albums displayed with some cute decorations that mostly were handmades. But as I take books from there places, I accidentally pushed the music box where a carousel was attached at the top of it. The bookshelf was high and so does the area where the music box was placed. This causes it to shatter into big pieces when it fell on the floor which causes a loud noise that lingered through the every corner of the silent room.

Patterson's old TV. There was a bookshelf filled with picture books‚ a small desk with a set of brand-new crayons arranged by color in a little cup‚ a toy section in the corner with things I couldn't even begin to identify‚ building blocks‚ action figures‚ stuffed animals and many more. Everything was perfect. Everything was exactly what a boy Liam's age would want. And my son had never had any of it.

Something about doomed lovers was so much more interesting than just a simple feeding issue. I let my eyes trail over the words in the book. They were hand written, and fading in certain places. The pages were stained and cracked, but it was clear Breyona's Mom and Dad treated their books with much love. The pages had a heavy gloss over them, protecting them from further damage. The words were darkened in some areas, and made much clearer through the mending of Breyona's parents. "Just leave it there when you're finished." Miss Shelby smiled, "Oh and be very careful. That book's older than you are."

, I said through my clenched teeth. “You don't do anything I wouldn't do or I would do or else I'll break you to the extent you wish for death. But like in the book of revelations, you wouldn't find death. I don't plan on killing you… you're my toy”, he said wanting to leave. “I don't understand, what do you mean by something you wouldn't do and would do…”

I said to him. I bent over to take a look at the stubbed toe. It was bruised badly, but I was not worried. It healed almost immediately. But there was something else that caught my eye. The loose floorboards. It was out of place—funny how it was the only awkward thing in the whole room. “Well, I guess we have found our awkward and out-of-place material.” Just as I expected, there beneath the floorboards was a parcel. “This must be her spellbook!” I said as I reached in and pulled it out.