Write about a character passing down their favorite childhood toy to a new generation.

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“Family Traditions” by Jace Robins

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I hiccupped as a penetrating shriek came from the basement. A small tear traced my cheek as I looked up at my mommy. Her jet black curls bounced on her shoulders as she chopped carrots. A small smile tugged at her rose lips as she hummed a soft, gentle melody. She always hums when she’s cooking. The screaming grew at the buzz of an electric saw. “It’s alright little fella, everything’s going to be okay,” a voice soothed from the basement. More tears streaked my pale skin as I tugged on my mommy’s black skirt. “Mooooommy! Why can’t I help...

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“The Yo-Yo” by Damien Roberts

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“This,” Derren threw a hand toward an ornate wooden yo-yo in a bowl of keys, “is my inheritance.” Maria paused, one mahogany leather boot dangling in her gold-choked fingers. “A yo-yo?” A cackle leapt out of her as if the situation had slapped her in the back of the head. “Your millionaire old vampire of a mother left her only child, a yo-yo? What did she do with the rest? Leave it with the cat sanctuary?” Another cackle forced its way out, this time a really guttural howl. “The Parrot Zoo Trust, actually,” said Derren slowly so th...

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“You may not love it” by Jan Muhammad

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Adeem had a chequered childhood- a childhood of mons and sobs.Adeem wound leave for school earlier than his other classmates living in the neighborhood.He had no sense of time.He would leave his home, go to his friends and if he would not be ready would look for some other to play with.For Adeem school was not jan institution where he would learn but just a brick-stone structure akin to garden full of love and latitude.He was always at his happiest while at school.He was not a gem of a student.He would only love school for his home was no be...

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“Heirloom” by Quinn Mulroy

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It’s early evening when the ship descends in a flickering beam of white fire, puncturing the cloudless purple sky to land just out of sight in Town. Normally the kid loves the sight of a landing ship, but today the hour is late. The Daylight has just dipped below the mountains, the Winter Dark is only seven hours away, and the kid has barely finished half their chores. They just know Father will have a word or two when he returns. But the wind from the Southern Plains and the warmth from the Lights had been seductive. How could anyon...

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“Ragdoll” by Elena S. Kodermaz

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1915 “Magda, they are going to kill me.” “Mario ssh, Agata will hear you.” Magda stopped her husband before he could stutter another word. She continued buttoning his thick gray uniform and licked the rare salty tear that had glided on her upper lip. Agata was indeed eavesdropping from the narrow and misty corridor that led downstairs. It was 1915, she was six years old and her papà was going to war. War. In the words of adults, war sounded like a tropical place, yet she knew that her dad wasn’t going faraway. Troops ca...

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“Boy Meets Warrior” by Aburrow Marsh

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Angela and I parted at the door to Buster’s. I could already hear the clop-clop of skaters on the floor above. Mr. Gentry – no relation to the Buster family – lifted his eyes from his newspaper to flap his hand in greeting. For a Saturday morning, Buster’s seemed unusually empty.My wife was dressed for a flea market deep-dive in khaki shorts, a purple tank top, and sandals. Her ponytail – braided to hold back her hair while she inspected merchandise – was threaded through the backstrap of her ballcap. For all her clothing choices, she m...

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“Hot Rod Heaven” by ELDRIDGE STIMMEL

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Hot Rod Heaven by Eldridge Stimmel Seeing the look in my grandson’s eyes confirmed I’d made the right decision. In a world of video games, streaming movies, and the myriad other instant-gratification offerings, who would have guessed a lump of tacky plastic would top the favorites list of gifts? The 1930s speed racer had detailed wheels with spokes like a covered wagon, grill fins on either side of the u-shaped hood, and a long stick shift on the left, just forward of the driver’s door. The over tall driver sat hunched over the steerin...

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“Softy Bear” by Bric Mitchell

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What's going on? Thought Softy Bear as he was passed from the large hands he knew to the much smaller hands he was unfamiliar with, I don't know if I like this. “Thank you, dad.” Said the hands with a tone of doubt as if they were unsure on how to react. “Don’t look so disappointed, son.’ Said the larger hands, ‘Softy will take great care of you. I’ve had him for years. Your great-grandma gave him to me before she passed away when I was about your age and now, I’m happy to give him to you. He’s a very special bear.” Softy had fond memories ...

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“The Amazing Mr. Shazzlefop” by John Kieffer

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Valerie always despised spring-cleaning, and for various reasons too. It was a tedious chore that took too long, more often than not it saw many things she had once cherished end up in the garbage or being sold, and it never seemed to actually occur in the Spring. This year was no different. The spring-cleaning began midway through the summer and was miserably hot inside, even with the air conditioner running full tilt. Every aspect of the event was just as repetitive and boring as it had been the last every single year. And Valerie paused ...

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“Ben” by Lee Dickinson

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Ben was an antique bear who had worn the same quizzical expression for nearly a century. Since he was put together by his first master, whose first initial and surname were etched into the white necktie the bear wore around his neck. G. Thompson. Ben was first purchased by Mrs Rosa Platts, who was buying it as a gift for her sons first birthday. With the bear came a small card with a handwritten message inside. “Hi, I’m Ben, I look forward to being your friend.” Ben was a light brown colour with a black nose, soft fur, with kind black eyes...

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“Devil's Telepathy” by Sharadhi Kashyap

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It's been a long day and just as I'm about to crash onto my bed, a shiny piece of glass catches my eye. I lift it out of the pile of my postcards. It is a crystal, my crystal. This crystal had clung onto my neck, strung with a piece of black thread, for most part of my childhood. I had believed this crystal to be a wishing one, but never got a chance to find out. Now, at twenty-eight, I don't have much use for a crystal, whether an ordinary one or a wishing one. I shout for Natalie, my fifteen year old sister. I guess it's time to pass it on...

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“Giving away "Teddy-bear"” by Judith Veder

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For a bit of a while, Dickie doll was my very best favorite toy. He arrived in a long rectangular box which was alongside another long rectangular box with Diane doll in it. These twins were named upon their birth as they entered our family, up the elevator into our 6th floor apartment at 41-14 10th Street, LIC, Queensbridge projects from Heshey’s toy store on the lower east side of NYC. I think they were placed on the Cherrywood coffee table in our small living-room. It was the late 1940’s, so very long ago. &nbs...

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“Toy Story” by Vanessa Kilmer

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Wendy moved a lot. Not like any kind of body movement, or dancing, or even a walk in the park. She moved her household, her private domain, her pad. And with each move, to each new neighborhood, she lugged around belongings as old as her babyhood. A caramel mohair Steiff bear from the 1950s, matted and waxy. A wooden baby doll crib on plastic wheels with lambkin decals on the end panels. Cardboard books bound with metal rings written in German about guardian angels and Cinderella. A pale pink music box that once played Brahms' Lullaby ...

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“The Dancing Doll” by Akshayavanan T Vinaya

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"Riya,Don't you even know ,that you are not supposed to do this?,yelled Riya's mother. "I love you mom",Riya winked and ran away from her mother's sight. Riya, a fourteen year old girl,was not a girl of proper maintenance. She hardly listens to her mother.Being playful and annoying people are her hobbies. This is often proven through her deeds. Being clumsy is her talent. Always she gets scolded for being dishellved. This often gives rise to fights between mother and daughter. Anyway she will be the one who wins over it. Conversation between...

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“Little Animals” by Carol Mitra

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The youngest of three siblings, my two elder brother’s who were into cricket playing and me as their little sister was into playing with dolls and other girly games as they called it, and never interfered with what went on under the bedcover which coveredthe dining table and the games that were played under there. These were my sweet childhood memories.The only ones allowed into my zoo den as my mother referred to it were mygirlfriends and my two cousin sisters who came to visit on weekends. My brothers and their friends were only allowed to...

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Write about a character passing down their favorite childhood toy to a new generation.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 122 stories

“Family Traditions” by Jace Robins

“The Yo-Yo” by Damien Roberts

“You may not love it” by Jan Muhammad

“Heirloom” by Quinn Mulroy

“Ragdoll” by Elena S. Kodermaz

“Boy Meets Warrior” by Aburrow Marsh

“Hot Rod Heaven” by ELDRIDGE STIMMEL

“Softy Bear” by Bric Mitchell

“The Amazing Mr. Shazzlefop” by John Kieffer

“Ben” by Lee Dickinson

“Devil's Telepathy” by Sharadhi Kashyap

“Giving away "Teddy-bear"” by Judith Veder

“Toy Story” by Vanessa Kilmer

“The Dancing Doll” by Akshayavanan T Vinaya

“Little Animals” by Carol Mitra

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Write about a character who goes to — or purposefully avoids — their high school reunion.

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Write about a character who’s obsessed with an era they never lived through.

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