The Brave Little Toaster Blanky Novels & Stories

I stare at them blankly as I see their mouths move, but Brady calling me his plaything drowns out their words entirely. “Make him stop, please!” I gasped out, begging them while I was trying and failing to take deeper breaths and bring oxygen to my lungs. I give up all semblance of trying to breathe normally as the sounds of Brady beginning to explain that I am his Little Doll in my head bring me to my breaking point.

Jade's POV It was finally Saturday, I could sit back and just enjoy the day or so I thought. My mum came back early this morning and suggested we all do a family bonding thing-- you'd think someone who just came back from pulling a night shift would be more tired-- even though Blake wasn't exactly part of the family, she thought that Blake and I were fighting and wanted to do this. "We're not fighting ma'am, I promise." he begged, he also wanted to stay in today, we all did. Jonathan was sporting a killer headache and I just wanted to sleep, maybe Blake still had that girl in his room and was thinking of ways to get her out.

"My entire life, I'm treated like a doormat. Leena do this. Leena do that. No Lee, you can't eat the food that the pack eats, you have to eat scraps from the garbage that are moldy and mildewed." "Lee, sleep on this broken down cot with these nasty ass blankets. Lee, go to sleep, but only after everyone else does. Lee, wake up before everyone else. Lee, you can't do anything for yourself!" "Dammit all to hell, if I say that I can't sleep, I can't sleep! If I wanted to be a mindless puppet, I would have begged you harder to kill me, hell one of your guys could have done it for all I care."

I turned the key, and LadyBug rattled like she was clearing her throat, then settled into her familiar hum. “Good girl,” I murmured. The road was mostly empty. Windows down. Air still hot but moving at least, and the ache loosened. Just a little. ~~ The next morning I was on the verge of committing violence over a toaster. “Brian,” I warned. He stood across the kitchen, barefoot, grinning like the devil himself, my toaster clutched to his chest. “You’re dramatic,” he said, taking an exaggerated bite of his waffle. “I need it,” I shot back. “I can’t function without an Eggo.”

I only felt a dense, throbbing pain spreading from my chest outward. Everything in front of me became blurry, and I suddenly lost consciousness. When I woke up again, bright lights were blinding me, and the air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. "Hailey, you're awake." My best friend, Jane, was beside me, helping me sit up. "How do you feel?" I sensed a moment of hesitation in Jane's voice. "What happened to me?"

I whisper. I push past him, peeking into the dark, cramped closet. A young boy, no older than eight or nine, sits huddled against a stack of shelves. His arms are wrapped tight around a small, bundled blanket. The blanket moves. A tiny, tear-streaked face pokes out. "Baby Toby," I gasp. "Hello, there," I say, dropping to my knees on the hard floor. "You can come out now. We will not harm you, I promise."

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.

He wanted to be a father he didn't had but it was upto Jude to let them meet "What are you waiting for? go get dressed" Kristopher head shot up and he stared at Jude's smiling face. "What....really....you aren't joking?" "Go get ready" Kristopher jumped out the bed to run into the closet but stopped and turned "i don't want to see a single bite left on that tray" with that he turned and begin to run but once again stopped "Shit! what does he likes? Toys....batman? spiderman? his favorite food...MNMs? or does he not like sweets?....."

They hugs him back and kisses his cheek, glad to see him so happy and seemingly aging down again in a comfortable environment. "You're very welcome love. Now, how about we watch a movie in the living room? You can bring your little friend with you and we can watch whatever you want." Bright strokes Leo cheek with the thumb of his right hand. Leo nods and walks with Ash and Bright to the living room, his new toy tucked under his left arm. Bright sits on the couch and gestures for Leo to lie down, placing his Little's head in his lap. He strokes Leo hair gently. "So what is your friend's name?" Leo makes the toy sit up on his chest and stares at it, seeming in deep thought. Bright feels a warm

At the back of her neck, her hair was knotted haphazardly, strands breaking free with every light-hearted tug from Brayden. The small child laughed as he stacked plush animals around her, his blond hair a ruffled halo in the last of the sunlight. His quick, enthusiastic hands arranged a "castle" of lions, bears, and tigers around his "queen." His hands were pudgy. "You have to stay inside; the dragons will grab you!" Eyes wide, Brayden cautioned, dramatically swinging a foam sword he had discovered elsewhere. Dysis laughed, warm and rich, her voice healing the torn edges of the residual stress in the house. Yes, my courageous knight. I shall hide.