Lil Timmy Novels & Stories

“You’re gonna set me up with an untraceable number.Whatever geek magic you do. Something that can’t be tracked back to me. Phone calls, texts, videos..anonymous as fuck. Do it now, on my phone, and make it good. Or I start spreading your little hobby around.” Timmy looked like he might piss himself. He glanced around the empty hallway, but we were alone. I had him pinned. “I-I can’t… that’s illegal, and..” I grabbed the front of his shirt yanking him up on his toes. My voice dropped to a menacing growl, but inside I was buzzing with power.

They quickly got in the car. Jasper switched on the laptop and inserted the USB stick. There were two videos inside. He clicked on a video recording called "My Village". "This is my village, Tavers Village." Timmy had recorded himself, he then pointed at the large tombstone, and said in a choked voice, "My family, my relatives, my friends, my lover, and my children are all buried here." Timmy sat next to the tombstone as he recorded himself. He said with reddened eyes, "I think I may also get killed eventually , so I have to leave some evidence so that I won't die for nothing like the other villagers."

Instead, they gave theirs to the boy, and I smiled at their kind gesture. And why did you do that? Mummy, he needs it more tham we do. River replied. Oh what sweet boys I have. The goal was to get him to eat, to get some color back in his cheeks. The little boy ate like he had never had something to eat like this before. I watched him, my heart melting at the sight. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to distract him from the food. "Tim... Timmy," he stammered, his eyes darting up to mine.

It felt like those eyes of his could see straight into the depths of her soul. "Bev, why aren't you here yet? The play is about to start! If you stand me up, I'll hate you! Timmy's in a bad mood. Don't all little boys like Tooley the Gigantic Monkey?" Anna's loud voice burst through the phone, shattering the quiet. Beverly's heart skipped a beat, and her tone became uneven. "Timmy… He lived abroad until he was five, so he's barely watched any local Laridian shows or plays. He's more into robots and superheroes. You…"

she pleaded in a trembling voice. "Save Timmy?" Caleb's brows drew together. "What happened to him?" "He's been kidnapped!"

How could he possibly know? But Timothy wasn't a boy anymore; he was a shark. He doubled down on the lie, his eyes narrowing with a manufactured rudeness. "Excuse me? Who is Timothy? And what have you done to my mother?" He turned his head toward the stairs, his voice rising in a panicked call. "Mom? Mother!"