Sloth Blanket Novels & Stories

The pain of almost losing her, of the schoolyard cruelty she had faced, of the custody threat that had hung over us like a guillotine, was a shadow I could not shake. I pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. The fabric was soft, the color of slate. I had made it myself, two years ago, from a remnant of merino wool. The seams were reinforced. The edges were bound. A small piece of armor for a small person. She stirred slightly, her brow furrowing, then relaxed back into sleep.

I smile at the thought and nod yes. "Wait! Let me grab something." I head up to my closet and pull out a pink baby blanket I crocheted. It seems like a girl on my floor at work was always pregnant so I liked to keep a girl and a boy one on hand just in case. "What's that?" Sam asks. "A blanket I made. Do you think they'll like it?" Sam gives me a warm smile and pulls me into a gentle hug. "They'll love it."

These two dogs grew up in the research institute, and they could smell things that were very mysterious, sometimes even beyond scientific explanation. Edwin breathed a sigh of relief, Lena getting along well with Skipper and Private was the best outcome. He was thinking when he heard her say, "Brother, can my dolls be given to Skipper and Private? Put them by their beds." This doll was won playing games at the amusement park, and the cost price definitely did not exceed one hundred dollars. Skipper and Private have been using this blanket for tens of thousands of times. Edwin has been very generous in this regard, and Skipper and Private are very fierce dogs. This blanket is pink and tender,

Aiden preferred simpler things, but he became surprisingly determined about finding the softest blanket in the store. He rubbed one against his cheek and frowned. “Too scratchy.” Then another. “Better.” Then a third. His eyes lit up. “This is it.” The blanket was creamy white with delicate embroidered stars in silver thread. May crouched carefully beside him. “You picked this for your sister?” He nodded. “She should have the softest one.” May kissed his forehead. “That’s such a sweet choice.” Aria, unwilling to be outdone, found a smaller blanket in blush pink with tiny stitched flowers around the edges. “This one is for when she wants to look cute.”

That little cookie guy was my favorite when I first saw it. Throwing some kernels into the popcorn machine, I gathered all the snacks I know she will probably want so she doesn't have to put pressure on those sore looking blisters. The side closet off to the left of the room was filled with different kinds of blankets. I figured that since she will be clean and relaxed, a blanket made of silk sounds best for her.

mocked Dame. Randu sighed. "It's not that my life is expensive… but on the contrary, they don't want me to live, they think I'm useless." Randu said with her head down, she stroked the soft cloth without a pattern. The fabric is very soft like cotton. “It is silk. I got it from a merchant I helped while exploring the forest. He almost died from a lion when I passed. He gave me one beautiful cloth, I made a robe…and the rest I made this blanket. You like?"

I said. My voice was calm. Dangerous in its stillness. “You let me rot.” I reached into the bag I’d brought with me. Unfolded the thing I swore I’d never touch again. A blanket. Tiny. Blue. Soft, except for the stain in the center, deep and brown now, where red once soaked through. Ivan’s eyes followed my hands like a trapped animal. I said nothing. I laid it across his bare thighs like it was royalty. Or a curse.

the upper edge of the blanket is punched with such ador that it seems it is purposed to be torn from the very center of it's fabric rather than opened up. a head rolls out from the now opened side of the blanket, eyes tightly shut like that of a newborn but so strongly built like those of refugees in Somalia. the fire under the cauldron raved momentarily in a close mimicry of the struggling mass under the blanket, the Misty figure overseeing the whole affair raged furiously and ran wild with contorted rage at the struggling mass under the blanket and struck it so hard as it's weakened and shrivelled foot can allow which was albeit more than enough to send the mass struck unconscious and dumb

All had succumbed, some more suddenly than others, gone to sleep and had those cobweb blankets pulled over to tuck them in. ‘Jesus,’ said McBride as he steered through the community. ‘I’ve never seen anythin’ like it. Never want to agin.’ ‘Amen to that,’ Strauss whispered. He had the driver pull up near the corner shop and open the door. They were going out to fetch the first samples of what had been dubbed back there as the Sleeping Sickness, but what Strauss had long since come to think of as his nemesis. The thing keeping him from her. Yet wasn’t it also—he believed—the thing that would bring them together?

Sophia carefully took the empty bowl from my hands and set it quietly on the floor. Then, she reached into the dark behind her. She pulled over the big pile of things she had dropped when she first came in. It was not just extra sheets for the closet. She unfolded a thick, heavy, quilted blanket. It was a beautiful, warm duvet. Gently, she lifted the heavy blanket and spread it over my shivering body. She tucked the warm edges around my feet, under my sides, and right up to my chin. The heavy warmth hit my skin right away. It hid the cold concrete floor beneath layers of soft comfort. For the first time in forty-eight hours, the shivering stopped. My muscles finally relaxed, letting go of al