Spiderman Blanket : Target Novels & Stories

I asked her while lifting Alfred up so he could take a proper look at the toys. “If you can hit all seven targets without using more than ten bullets, you get to win any prize of your choice.” She responded with a bright smile and I turned to Alfred. “Do you see anything you like?” I asked him and he nodded immediately. “Spider man!” He pointed out to the stuffed spider man toy at the far left corner of the small cubicle. “Alright then.” I said as I placed him down. The lady gave me a toy gun that had marbles for bullets and I aimed at the first paper target. I shot the first marble but missed and I noticed Alfred's smiles fading.

“Brenden! Get off the ground! There’s a giant spider! Get up, get up!” “Are you—” “No! Get up!” She tugged on his arm and he eventually humored her. He let her pull him from the ground. He doubled over slightly. “You knocked the breath out of me,” he accused. “Did you not hear what I said? There was a giant spider. It was bigger than my hand. I just saved your life, okay?” “I highly doubt that,” he grumbled. “It could have been poisonous, Brenden. Oh god, I can’t go near the blanket. We need to go home and throw it in a tub of bleach… or burn it. Do you think it’s still in the blanket?”

I want to see him see it. The video shows our apartment, the one we're sitting in now, but from two years ago—you can tell because the wall behind the couch is still that terrible beige we painted over last spring. Alexander is standing on the couch cushions in his Spider-Man pajamas, the ones that are too small now, the ones I couldn't bring myself to throw away. He's wearing a cape made from my good bath towel—the navy blue one—safety-pinned at the neck. The pin is crooked. It's always crooked because he insisted on doing it himself.

Even though her words were dishonest, her hands and eyes lingered longingly on the blanket. “Oden’s father, tell the children.” She turned to ask John to talk the kids out of their plan… this was too pricey for their humble existence. John had a silly grin. He now understood what they meant before. Oden’s lips curled up as he saw through the farce. The blanket had his mom’s and dad’s name embroidered on it. “This is so soft…” Anne-Marie touched it fondly “So warm…” Joan and Emma edged closer to touch… their eyes widened… even their mistress didn’t have one of these.

When I walked in, Zara’s eyes lit up like I’d brought gold. “What’s in the bag, sugar daddy?” she asked immediately. I laughed despite myself and set the paper shopping bag on the coffee table. “Not sugar daddy. Just a guy who hates seeing you shiver.” I pulled out the weighted blanket—soft gray fleece, fifteen pounds, the kind that feels like a hug when you’re too tired to ask for one. Zara’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God. Is this the one I kept staring at online last month?” “Yeah. You sent Rae the link. She forwarded it to me. Figured it’d help on the bad days.”

“It’s been nice knowing you, Spider.” “I’m not going to kill him.” Taz chuckled. “Intentionally.” “Do you want gloves?” Spider asked. “No, I’m not cold. Thanks for asking.” She replied with a grin as she pulled off her sweatshirt. She was in black leggings and a bright blue fitted tank top. Her slip on shoes lay on the floor. They circled each other for a moment and then Spider took a few hits to her abdomen. He had assumed that she was in good shape and strong. But the strong wall of muscle surprised him. She smiled at his look of shock.

I had to hire more women, mostly mothers like me who needed flexibility. Weeks later out of the blue, I got an email. A company in Los Angeles wanted to buy in bulk—500 blankets for a celebrity baby shower. I blinked at the screen, sure I was reading it wrong. "Maria!" Janice waved her hand in front of my face, smiling. "You have gone pale." "I—I just got an order for 500 blankets," I stammered. "From who? Santa Claus?" Janice teased leaning over to peek at the screen, her eyes widening.

Tiny embroidered wolves beneath a glowing moon. A quiet forest stretches across the blanket. It isn't flashy. It isn't overly childish. It's peaceful. Home. Without thinking, I pick it up. Running my fingers across the fabric, I imagine wrapping my baby inside it. Safe. Warm. Loved. Before I can second-guess myself, I carry it straight to the register. Raven notices immediately. "I thought we weren't buying extras." "We weren't." "And now?" I smile down at the blanket. "This one already belongs to my baby."

She instantly understood what she’d just interrupted and hurried to say, “These are your brother’s pajamas. He’s not much shorter than Archer, so they should fit okay. Have him try them on first—if they don’t fit, you can go buy another set.” Archer walked over and took the pajamas from her. James was tall, so the size probably wasn’t an issue. But the style… Well, back then he had a bit of a comic book obsession. The pajamas were printed with Spider-Man and Ultraman. Seeing the print herself, Rachel couldn’t help but laugh and turned to Aria. “Maybe take Archer to the supermarket nearby and buy a new set. If you need anything else, get it while you’re out.” There was a large grocery store j

Takuto Kimura, now three years old, found himself ensconced in the plush, pastel-colored world of kindergarten—a far cry from the high-rise boardrooms and corporate strategies he was accustomed to. The nap room, with its rows of tiny cots and the faint scent of baby powder, was a particular enigma. Today, however, it presented an opportunity he couldn't resist: the legendary Tyrannosaurus rex blanket. This blanket was the ultimate symbol of prestige and power within the kindergarten world. Its soft fabric, warm embrace, and most importantly, its majestic embroidered T-Rex logo had made it the most sought-after commodity. And Takuto, having been given a second chance at life—this time as a to