The Big One Rocket Toy Story Novels & Stories

“Because he had two glasses of milk and watched two alien movies? Wow, what a mystery.” He shrugged easily. “I’m just saying. When he tries to build a rocket out of the microwave, don’t blame me.” A crash echoed again from the playroom. “PAPI! MAMA MOZZY HAS A TROOP NOW! SHE HAS FOUR TONGUES!” Zane smiled faintly. “Well. At least he’s imaginative.” “If he bites Maritza again, I’m handing him over to NASA.” Zane moved closer, slow and unhurried, stopping beside me. He didn’t touch me—but the air between us rose three degrees anyway.

"I didn't mean that toy. I meant your toys as a child." Now it was my turn to cover my face with my hands. "That's a weird question, but I can't remember. Oh, I think I do. I had this raggedy doll named Rosie. She was my best friend back then, and I carried her everywhere. What about you? Did you have one?" "It wasn't a toy per se, but I had this awesome model rocket kit. I loved building and launching rockets with my brother." "You have a brother? That's cool. I've always wondered what it would have been like to have one."

Brianna’s POV After going to the police station, I went straight to the mall to buy something. I went inside a toy store and chose an average size. I’d like to pick the biggest but Essy might not be able to carry it. “Is it for your daughter, ma’am?” I just smiled at her because I saw a toy car. I grabbed it and checked it. For Brent, I guess? I noticed a toy pick up truck and I smiled unconsciously. I remember the day I saw Rogue riding an old pick up truck. He told me the story about the pickup and now I understand why he treasures that car so much.

"Okay, let's say Daddy wants to buy you a plane... what would you like it to be?" Max immediately beamed. "I want a big one! But not too big! It has to be big enough for me, Mommy, Cece, Uncle Ben, and Daddy! Oh, and it has to have Superman on it! And it has to have a T-Rex on the wings! And the tail has to have the Autobots logo!" Pascha pretended to think. "Hmm... a plane with Superman, dinosaurs and Autobots? That's an interesting combination."

Then my child asked the first question. “Do you like rockets?” Adrian laughed softly. “Yes.” “Really?” “Yes.” “What’s your favorite rocket?” He paused for a moment. “The Saturn V.” My child looked impressed. “That’s a big one.” “It is.” My child grinned. “I like the red rockets.” “That’s a good choice.” I watched them carefully. They seemed comfortable. “Mama says you live far away,” my child said. “That’s true.” “Why?” Adrian hesitated before answering.

"When you get out, your sister will definitely make it up to you." Then she turned and walked away. Just like that. I felt my body shake as I clutched the bars, watching her disappear down in those expensive heels. It was the first gift I bought for her when I started making some money. Anna, her beloved daughter, had never gotten her more than a cheap bracelet down the store. I gasped for breath, my chest rising and falling erratically as I screamed. "MUM! MUM! MUM!" "AM I EVEN YOUR REAL DAUGHTER?" I choked out, my voice pleading.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” “You said you would be my toy, but toys break.” “Not me. So daddy, fuck me, please.” A strange look passes over his features as he releases them and unbuckles his pants. And I can’t help the gasp that escapes through my tiny lips.

“And a car, Pop-pop?” My father chuckles. “And of course a car, I wouldn’t be Pop-pop if I didn’t get you a car would I?” “And rockets? Rockets are so cool!” Cal squeals. “Your Meemaw will beat me to death if I get you guys rockets. That doesn’t mean I can’t get you one in secret, right?” “You are not getting the kids rockets”, my mother chastises before I do so. “Just kidding, lotus flower. You ready?”

I chuckled, amused at what the kids were thinking and they all started making guesses excitedly. They are arguing amongst themselves trying to come to a conclusion on where we were going when I finally veered off the highway. "T, o, y, that's toy. Right, mommy?" Justin asked and I smiled. "Yes, baby." "What about this: s, t, o, r, e? What's that mommy?" He enquired again. "I can't see what's written above toy, Mommy," Mason complained and I laughed. "Well, you don't need to know. All that matters is that we're at this city's largest toystore," I revealed and they began screaming excitedly.

“Because we’re only going for two nights.” “I need T-Rex for protection.” “T-Rex can’t protect anyone. His arms are short and he’s extinct.” Issa rolled her eyes. “He’s still strong.” “You also think the toaster has feelings.” “That’s different.” “How about one toy each?” Karl rested his elbow on his knee, clearly enjoying the show like someone who had paid for front-row seats. “Not enough,” Issa said. “Criminal,” Max said.