Write about a character passing down their favorite childhood toy to a new generation.
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“The Dollhouse” by Melissa Hassan
Lisa loves spending time with her maternal grandmother. Almost all her holidays, be it Fourth of July, Labour Day, Thanksgiving or Christmas, she has spent with her doting grandma. It has always been a long standing Montgomery family tradition to gather at their grandmother's ancestral home for any occasion. She had always loved visiting her grandma Rose for three very important reasons. The first being, she, Lisa, was her favourite granddaughter, and second, she absolutely loved her grandmother's cooking. Espe...
“A Yearly Tradition” by Maggie Deese
I was ten years old when Grandma asked me to hand over my life. I had been crouched under my bed for cover, curling my pudgy knees up to my chest and squeezing my eyes shut as if that would allow me to turn invisible. My breathing stilled as I heard the floorboards creak and yelp under her weight, as if calling a warning for her arrival. I crammed three stuffed animals underneath my pineapple-themed pajama shirt and five more between my legs.I planned this hideaway weeks before that, knowing Grandma would barge into our ...
“Garden of Ink” by Scout Tahoe
Tinsley Everdale only liked things halfway there or halfway done. That’s why when she was seated at the tattoo parlor, fake ID propped between her thumb and pointer finger, she told the man with green pictures beside his eyes to stop inking. It was how it appeared in her dream, succulents bent at odd angles with various types of greenery in the background. Half a garden, just like she wanted. ...
“New/Old Gift” by ✯𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫✯
New/Old Gift By: Haripriya “Dear Santa...,” the little girl wrote as she was very excited for the holidays. Christmas was her favorite time of the year. The joy of bells ringing, singing, the love of families coming and visiting each other. Everyone having a bright on their faces. Everything she loved. The little girl also liked to give presents and receive them. This year she wanted a video game set. She was so happy, thinking that she was goin...
“No Teddy Bears in the Wasteland” by Andrew Krey
*Author’s Note: “No Teddy Bears in the Wasteland” is a standalone story, set in the same universe as my other Reedsy short-stories, with overlapping characters and events.* “You’re not giving him a knife for his birthday!” “It’s not like it’s a chainsaw. You’re being overprotective.” Even in the dark Keith could feel his wife’s eyes burning a hole in the side of his head, as they ...
“The Song That Fire Sings” by Maya W.
There were three times in Prometheus’s life in which he played with fire. The first time was many, many years ago, though time means nothing to the gods. He remembered it well, the stark look on his father’s face, the cold surroundings. “Take this,” his father had said, holding a single flame in his large, callused hands. “Take this, and burn what you can. Take this flame, and use it to cause an inferno.”It...
“I’ve Never Hugged A Horse!” by P. Jean
(Write about a character passing down their favorite childhood toy to a new generation.) They say looking back is futile. Whatever is back there cannot be changed, it is too late to alter history or the facts, even on a very personal level, but I know, in my mind, looking back can bring understanding. ~~~~~ Christmas was a few weeks ago. We, my husband and I, have...
“the thought that counts” by Natalie Strawbridge
I forgot to buy my niece a birthday present. It’s unforgivable, really. There’s absolutely no excuse. Forgetting my nephew’s birthday? Understandable. I see him twice a year at most, and his birthday is in September, the same month as at least four of my closest friends, and I can’t keep track of the days. Go on, ask me when his birthday is. See? I have no idea. My niece, though. I see her...
“Legacies ” by KarLynn Erickson
Olivia had been busy since she entered the office at a7am. She had no time for lunch and now that she was on her way home for the day her stomach let her know she was famished. She turned left on Third Street and pulled into the parking lot of her favorite take out place, The Golden Wok. She loved the fact that she could stop at any number of restaurants in the city at any time and they would be open. She also loved tha...
“An Early Present” by Lina Oz
The boy peeks from behind the wall into the kitchen. The smell of chocolate chip waffles had coaxed him from the comfort of his bed, a place he was quite disinclined to depart from on this snowy Saturday morning. He watches quietly as his mother flurries around the kitchen in her usual refined chaos, zipping through cupboards and yanking ingredients from their haphazard placements across the countertops.The boy loves to watch his mother cook. She is a magician and an artist in the kitchen. And in life.
“Yellow Thing” by Lani Lane
When I was six years old, Mom drove us to the store and told me to pick out a toy.She knelt down in front of me and looked me straight in the eye. “You only get one,” she warned, “so choose carefully.” I already had a small collection of toys at home—a fluffy moose from a giftshop in a faraway national park, a blue-and-green polka-dotted stingray from the aquarium, and a purple bear Grandma gave me long ago. I never liked the plastic ones much, the dolls and the houses and the race cars. They were ...
“Rebecca ” by Jocelyn Fryer
Her eyes are now a dull, glassy pale blue. No longer the bewitching deep green they once were, making me think on a pair of emeralds glimmering and polished. Her hair, frazzled and dusty. No longer the luminous copper ringlets they once were. But her cheeks are still rosy. Freckled. Beneath the dust with a smear and a bit of spit. Her complexion a dewy pale gleam. There remains, from all the year...
“Ghost 💀” by Ari Berri
"Whatever." I say to my dad. I never get in trouble for talking back. Why? Because I'm a ghost. Three years ago, I was nineteen, and I saved some kids from a fire, but I died. For some reason, I'm here. I don't know why, but my family could see me. Sometimes I can let other people see me, but not usually. When I was younger, I could see a ghost. I thought he was real, a...
“They Talk Back To You” by Chris Wagner
The Googly Goose talking phone came out in the early eighties, a push button toy that 'dialed ' your favorite Googly Goose characters and piped their recorded voices through a tinny corded handset. Consumer complaints around that era said that the device was prohibitively expensive and the thin wire often broke so you could no longer hear the audio, but dad was obsessed. He took it everywhere when he wa...
“Golden Pipe Dream” by Aqsa Malik
It’s funny how people hold on to things. Somehow a frayed notebook carries memories of carefree days past, while a piece of glass reflects a shattered home. A dusty scarf smells like your favorite roast dinners, while a rusted gold ring reminds you of a cheap love. I guess it’s quite simple, really. Objects that others dismiss mean the world to you; they hold the sentimental values of your whole universe. Sometimes I look at the locket, turn it around until it starts to look like another scar on the palm of my hand....
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