Precious Moment Figure Novels & Stories

It was the closest she had come to humor in four hours. The Figure stood beside the harmonic amplifier, its potential-formed body positioned at the center of the device's resonance field. Its luminous output had dropped to sixty-one percent of its emergence levels. The dimming was visible now, the starlight tears falling less frequently, the flowers that bloomed from its emotional discharge smaller and shorter-lived. "I am ready," the Figure said. Its voice was steady despite the dimming. "I have been alone for nine billion years. Thirty percent of myself is a small price for a family that spans two universes."

I couldn't take my eyes off my treasure. I made my way to the cupboard where I swiftly grabbed an item I'd been anticipating using for the past seven weeks! It's a pure platinum collar necklace with a large, rare fire opal pendant. Delicate to the eye, yet thick enough not for her to be able to break it so easily. I had a GPS tracking chip nestled in the metal side of the pendant.

After forty years, he wasn’t ready to leap back into anything and they all understood. Famke opened the box and smiled at the earrings inside. “These are great!” “Bram told me your Mom always wore little pearl earrings. I thought you might like those.” “Thank you, Cliff.” She immediately removed the earrings she sported and put in the ones he bought. She turned to Precious, “how do they look?” “Beautiful.” Precious grinned widely. “My present is in my bedroom.”

When we finally step away, after way too many pictures, we both just stand there for a second. “Okay,” I say, exhaling. “That just happened.” She laughs. “Best line we stood in all day.” We wander some more, buying souvenirs. I grab a handful of mini figures. Tempest buys this LED headband and immediately puts it on. The lights flicker on. I point. “That’s actually really cool.” She grins. “You think?” “No,” I say. “I know.” We keep walking until I spot the Constantine booth.

PRECIOUS I was still giggling when I saw Nate. He was bent on, his hands fastening his shoe laces, with his back facing me. He was dressed in a beige shirt and charcoal trousers, each piece tailored to perfection, highlighting his lean physique. The sunlight gently kissed his hair, casting a warm, golden halo around him. As he straightened up and turned around, his eyes met mine, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still.

"What about it?" "Custom-made. Platinum Montblanc with hand-engraved lunar phases and a Coleman Corp blue diamond inset in the clip. Only six exist in the world." James pulled out his tablet, showing me the authentication certificate he'd somehow obtained. "Five are accounted for—one in Michael's personal collection seized by the Feds, one gifted to the President of Singapore during the trade delegation, one in Maria's possession, one in a private collection in Dubai, and one presented to the Museum of American Business Innovation last year."

"Mom, I want that one." The sweet plea of my son's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I looked down to see my three-year-old pointing eagerly at a cake behind the glass counter, his big eyes filled with hope. The saleswoman smilingly chimed in, "This is our latest creation, a peanut-flavored cake with a whopping fifty percent peanut content. And it comes with our very own handmade Chocolate-Covered Peanuts! This is the last piece we have for today."

"She didn't come near you, did she? Did she say anything strange to you?" Victor shook his head. "The teachers at school know she's not my mom, so every time she shows up, they chase her away. But when she came today, she left an action figure at the gate and walked away. It's the kind that can talk and move its arms and legs!" My heart missed a beat. That was the same model as the figurine Vivian had once given Victor. "Did you bring it home?" I asked anxiously. That was the figurine Victor couldn't bear to part with when he was trying to save up to rent an hour of Vivian's time, the one Eleanor ended up breaking. I was dead scared that this toy would bring all those horrific memories back

It’s three inches tall, in shining stainless steel, likely the same as his appliances. Laughing slightly, he says, “We give these as a free gift to all those who purchase from us… It’s just a little figure.” Looking at it and then to me, he says, “Why don’t you take it, miss? Something to remember me by. Then, when you and your husband finally get electricity in this place, you know just who to call.” I accept the figure and an order form or too. “Just fill it out and put it in the mail when you are ready,” he says.

Blaze said. He stayed where he was, his whole body tense as she circled his most recent piece, a full-size bronze figure of a woman balanced on one leg, her other leg bent at the knee and held at a right angle from her body, her pointed foot hitting her supporting leg above the knee. Her arms were lifted high, joining in a graceful arch over her head. He’d been happy with the emotion he’d been able to capture in the piece, but it still needed work. “This is… magnificent! Wow! Fab, this is a masterpiece. I can’t believe someone I know made something this… beautiful, perfect.”