Pillow Fort Novels & Stories

“Eat first. I’ll be getting back to work. You can call out to me anytime if you need anything. “I’ll just be downstairs. If you’re unwilling to shout for me, you can let the guard at the door know as well.” Sally pressed her lips together. “I… do in fact have something I need.” Aunt Leigh’s body stilled slightly just as she stepped out the door. “What else do you need?” “A piece of cloth.” Sally wrinkled her eyebrows as she strived to remember the black cloth that had obscured Elijah’s face in her dream. “A piece of black cloth that’s made with a silky material with a dark pattern on it.” As she spoke, she used her hands to indicate the size. “It’s probably about this long and this wide.”

He made trip after trip, bringing in what looked like huge and oddly shaped pillows and scattering them around the den. "What in the world is all this?" I asked, weaving my way through them all. He picked one up, staring at it like it was an alien and scratching his head. "They're pregnancy pillows for you. I didn't know which one to get, so I just got them all and figured you could try them out and see which ones you like best.”

Real. “So,” he said after a moment, flipping another pancake, “should we just cancel everything today? Stay in? Eat, kiss, repeat?” “I’m listening,” I said. He slid a pancake onto a plate and passed it to me, then grabbed the syrup. “We could call it… Pillow Fort and Pancake Day.” I choked on my coffee laughing. “You? Damian Blackstone? In a pillow fort?” He gave me a wicked grin. “Don’t test me, trouble. I have throw pillows and a lot of imagination.”

“Come see what I made, Mommy!” “What did you make?” I asked, letting him tug me toward the living room. Carlisle followed behind us, his footsteps quiet but steady. Erwin had created a makeshift fort out of blankets and cushions, and he was eager to show me every detail. “Dada bought me the big blanket!” he said proudly. “You’re a nice little architect, baby.” I said with a smile, crawling inside the fort with him. Carlisle leaned against the wall, watching us with an amused expression. “He’s been making forts since he learned how to lift things on his own. He insisted it wasn’t perfect until it was ‘Mommy-approved.’”

Normally, Vixen would dislike feeling this open and exposed and isolated, but right now it was a comfort to know that there was nobody close by. “You OK?” Zoe said to her now. “What else do I do to make you more comfy?” “Could you just pile the pillows around on either side of me? They keep me from moving too much, but also, I feel kind of snug and cozy all boxed in.” “You got it.” Zoe started to do as Vixen had asked, then she stood there, staring at her handiwork. “Huh. Looks like a pillow fort.” Vixen laughed. “That’s exactly what Ice said, the first time that he stayed at my place and had to trap me in the pillow prison.”

Just the sound of water and ceramic and the distant chaos of children and grown men apparently building something in the backyard. The back door opens. Male voices. Kids' laughter mixing with the sound of something being dragged across grass. Tommy bursts in first. Ava right behind him. Both covered in fresh dirt that wasn't there minutes ago. Tommy's practically vibrating. "We built a fort!" "It's really strong," Ava adds. Her hair has leaves in it. Melissa surveys them both with the practiced calm of someone who's seen worse. "How’d you know it’s really strong?" "It can't fall down." Tommy says it with complete confidence.

I couldn't help but smile as I toddled towards there. We used almost all of your blankets for the roof. We actually used curtains too for the other fort we made in the frontyard. There were throwpillows and rectangular pillows all in white sheets organized next to each other on the wall. There were stuffed toys in different sizes and pillows in different shapes that made them look like one of the stuffed toys as well. Some of the toys are my gift for you; some are just stuffs you bought for yourself. Underneath them is a white blanket with furs and at the top of it lies a comforter. There's also an empty laptop table at the corner.

Liam wondered how the Pack had managed to create such intricate traps, and he couldn't help but As they walked through the woods, Liam and Penelope were in awe of the massive fort that came into view. The fort looked like a castle with towering stone walls that were at least twenty feet high. The walls were lined with torches that lit up the perimeter of the fort, casting flickering shadows across the ground. The gates to the fort were enormous and made of thick wood reinforced with iron. Liam couldn't help but feel intimidated by the sheer size and strength of the fort. As they approached the gate, Liam noticed that there were guards stationed at the entrance, all of whom were armed and dre

“But we’re building a wall.” Lucas blinked. “A wall?” “A pillow wall divider.” I marched to the pile of decorative pillows and started stacking. “A strong, impenetrable border. A fortress. A Great Wall of Maldives.” He snorted. “This is ridiculous.” “Good. Then it suits you.” Still, he helped — mostly because he couldn’t stop laughing while I positioned throw pillows with the seriousness of a military commander. When we were done, the bed looked like a padded obstacle course between us.

And stopped. The thick rug, usually immaculate, had been transformed into an island. A large blanket spread out like a tent. Pillows stacked into a fortress. Poppy’s stuffed animals scattered everywhere. A unicorn. A rabbit with one ear permanently shorter than the other. A Barbie with tangled hair from too many “adventures.” A rubber dinosaur that appeared out of nowhere and refused to go extinct. In the middle of it all, Poppy was asleep.