Novelas y relatos de Toy Stori

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

, I said through my clenched teeth. “You don't do anything I wouldn't do or I would do or else I'll break you to the extent you wish for death. But like in the book of revelations, you wouldn't find death. I don't plan on killing you… you're my toy”, he said wanting to leave. “I don't understand, what do you mean by something you wouldn't do and would do…”

Liam. My stomach twisted. It wasn’t just betrayal, it was also theft. Of my music. Of my love. Of everything. “You liar,” I whispered. My chest heaved with fury, each breath heavier than the last. “That was my song!” I shouted. People turned. Some stared. Some rolled their eyes. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. I was already moving, already storming away from the screen, already throwing my hand up for a cab. I gave the driver the address.

At the annual party, the organizer held a raffle box and let us draw lots one by one. Watching the company prosper made me incredibly proud. I casually unfolded the paper and couldn't believe my luck. I won the grand prize—a three-day trip to Marosa! I could either get reimbursed for the trip afterward or have 50 thousand dollars added to my paycheck. To support Vincent Cosby's startup, I hadn't even asked my family for a single cent all year. 50 thousand dollars was certainly no small sum to me.

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”

“No! I-I won’t.” “Hm-” Tamor grabbed my chin and gazed straight into my soul. “Too bad, I may consider going easier on you if only you cry now,” he smirked. When he saw I won’t burst into tears: “Good. None of your enemies will ever be stopped by tears or weakness. None of them will ever go easy on you. So, stand up and use your brain as well.” “Yes, daddy,” I said, spiting the blood from my mouth.

destiny? Teeet..Teeet.. A message, came in into my phone. I'd be a little late than our agreed time, ok? - It was my friend Sir Dan who was texting. . No problem. So long as you are sure he will bring me home later. Haha - I texted back. Yes, he will.

Xavier asked Toby as they sat in their usual inconspicuous spot while the other kids played around. "Nope. What's that?” "You mean your parents have never taken you to CarFest?” Xavier appeared shocked. "All the really cool kids have been to CarFest. You can win as many toy cars as you want, from small ones to the ones as big as an actual car! Cool right?" Toby's eyes were wide. “Like a really really big car?"

I woke up with the sound of chickens. I can even sense one near me. What? My stuffed toys came to life? Toy Story??? I blindly reached out to the clucking chicken. However, the chicken’s a bitch and bit me. I jolted awake when I felt pain and got back to my senses. I’m still here… It was not a dream… I’m still… alive? I’M STILL ALIVE, FUCK. I looked down just to check if they left me untouched last night. Thankfully, I am. I forced myself to stand up even if the ground is unstable and moving. Gosh, why is everything swirling?

On Thanksgiving, my cousin, Harry Beck, brings his fiancee home for dinner. When she sees the two rows of little toys on my desk, she is surprised and tells me that each kid's meal from the fast-food place comes with one toy. She jokes that I must have eaten a lot of fried chicken to collect so many. Thinking my parents spoil me, she even tells me not to eat so much because it is unhealthy. I'm confused. I tell her I've never eaten there and that Mom specifically buys these toys for me. She seems to realize she has said something she shouldn't have. She gives me an awkward smile and quickly goes to the kitchen to help. I stare at the toys that I carefully wipe clean every day. I kno