Writing Prompt

__ __ I want to do the things you like. I want to go on camping trips with you. And go swimming with you in rainforest rock pools. In a small black bikini. I want to be wrapped up in a blanket laying on you, watching as the fire crackles and pops on the beach sand. I want to sleep in the same tent as you. I want to be close to you. I always want to feel your touch. I want you to tell me about the things you like. Like fishing, camping, cars and whatever you like. I want to stare at you as you tell me excitedly of all the things you like.

As a toy, my world is filled with wonder and joy. From the moment I was created, my purpose has been to bring happiness and companionship to those who hold me dear. I've witnessed countless adventures, shared in laughter and tears, and formed bonds with my human friends that transcend the boundaries of reality.

Every playtime is an opportunity to explore new realms of imagination. Whether I'm a brave knight defending a fortress or a loyal sidekick on a space odyssey, I am a catalyst for creativity and limitless possibilities. My simplicity is my strength, allowing children to infuse me with their own narratives, dreams, and aspirations.

I've learned the power of resilience through the countless times I've been tossed, tumbled, and accidentally forgotten. Yet, each time I find myself back in the loving embrace of a child, it's as if I've been reborn with a renewed purpose. My worn appearance becomes a badge of honor, a testament to the love and affection I've received.

But my purpose extends beyond just play. I am a friend in times of loneliness, a confidant in moments of secret-sharing, and a source of comfort when tears fall. When the world becomes overwhelming, I provide solace and a safe space to retreat to, reminding my young companions that they are never alone.

Through the passage of time, I've seen fads come and go, witnessed technology evolve, and observed trends change. Yet, no matter the era, there will always be a place for toys like me. I am a reminder of the simple joys of childhood, the power of imagination, and the importance of play.

So, as I rest upon the shelf at night, I eagerly await the dawn of a new day filled with laughter, adventure, and the boundless love of a child. For as long as there are young hearts to embrace me, I will continue to exist, a cherished companion in the extraordinary world of play.

I am thrown back to the side, Dust and shadows Like some disposable cup, I am forgotten Oil paint chips as I cry, I wanted a hand that cared

Good luck to that green solider, Last seen in may And wishes to dinosaurs, The plastic ones I can’t meet my fabric friends; My limp shoulder mutes my face

Forgiving my destiny, A new stone turned Warmly, it sits in my chest, The feeling grows Awaiting for a new kid A garage sale takes me home

Surfing the endless summer, Child like wonder A sweet factory of games, Please never end Although I know it will soon, A child’s laugh removes the gloom from mine

I am a play thing I take this seriously As it’s joy I bring

Crawling out It seems so loud All of the words They won’t come out

Waking up stepping out of my house How can I feel like this day is over right now

The world seems so small While I’m curled in this ball Lay me down Don’t play with me again

I’m sorry I was never enough I’m sorry I couldn’t entertain you with love Onto the next one You’re into the next one

It seems like You left me in the deep end Floating With nothing left to pretend Memorize your ever move Paralyzed within your room I’ll be Right where you left me Right where you left me

It’s all about fear It’s all about power I’m always hungry But you got sour

Always in a hurry Until the wounds get blurry You’re onto the next one Onto the next one

She wrapped her soft arms around my cold body. Tears falling from her eyes again. I wanted to hug her back. I was just a stuffed dog. Fake fur, cotton inside, two small black eyes.

Charlotte had lost everything in her. Her hope, her happiness, and her will to live. All she felt she had was me. A stuffed, fake, worthless, limp dog. But late at night, when the school day has drained almost all the life out of her. She crawls her lifeless body into bed. I’m waiting for her, to help her. Lottie holds me tight. I can feel alive. When I look into her soft brown eyes, I hope she knows that I’m here. I’m staying. I’ll never leave. When her beautiful face is an ocean of tears because she can’t talk to anyone, I try to move. I need to tell her Im alive. I love her. I need her to stay. I need her to be alive again too. I need to tell her someone is here. I am staying.

Hi I am Amira. I am a American girl doll.I was made in a special factory for American girl dolls. one day some people came to pick me up. I did not know what was going on.

But before I New it I was being wrapped in colorful wrapping paper. And I was put under a Christmas tree.on Christmas day a Young girl unwrapped me. Period she had the biggest smile on her face!

That is when we both noticed we were identical. I was made to look like my owner. Since day I have gone on lots of adventurous with her. She takes very good care of me. And she gave me a beautiful name Amira. I had no name when I arrived in my safe packaging.

She brushes my hair. Sometimes I have it down. Other times I have it in a ponytail. And I even have it in pigtails sometimes. She gets the cutest outfits for me. I have things that are more summary. And things that are more Wintory.

I could go ski I wanted to. I have everything. And I am sure she will continue to get me more exciting things for mine wardrobe. And for my collection. I cannot wait to see what other adventures my owner and I get to go on together!

I remember the day my humans found me. It was a crisp October morning in New Orleans. I eagerly awaited visitors as I sat inside the quaint boutique I resided in. I was perched high upon a shelf, partially hidden behind the larger and more desirable companions but that didn’t matter, she still found me. I remember the moment she spotted me. She began to jump for joy as she handed me to her male companion who was waiting close by. She was going on about how I was the perfect addition for their recent surprise. The woman just found out she was pregnant a few days prior (or so I gathered based on their conversation) and she thought I was the perfect first gift . A simple dusty rose colored mouse with not much to me besides my long skinny limbs and sewn on attributes. None the less, they chose me.

I remember being worried because of my small stature accommodated by a large price tag. I was sure once my price was revealed they would no longer want me and leave me behind, but I was wrong. The woman looked up at her husband with gleaming eyes to which he completed the transaction without hesitation. From that moment on, I was theirs and I had a job to do.

The woman placed me inside her bag that laid across the front of her chest. She configured me in a way where my head and arms were able to hang out making it easy for me to view this unseen world in front of me. I appreciated that. I remained there for the entirety of their trip here in New Orleans. I felt safe. I felt at home.

After three days of sightseeing I was brought to another place I’ve never been. I overheard the woman call it an airport. She tucked me tightly inside of her bag and told me that we were going “home”. I wasn’t quite sure where “home” was but it didn’t matter, I still couldn’t believe they chose me.

Turns out home is in California. My home.

The next nine months were a blur. I sat on top a bookshelf that hung from the wall. It was inside a room I could tell was decorated for a child. I got daily visits from the both of them, assuring me that my new best friend was arriving soon.

I remember one night the woman began frantically packing her bag telling her husband that they had to go. Right before they left the woman walked into the room and grabbed me from the shelf I called home those last nine months. She placed me at the top of the bag, tucking me in just before she sealed it. I think it was time to meet my best friend.

I quietly waited until it was my time. In the early hours of 5 AM I saw her for the first time. She held onto me instantly and from that moment forward I was hers.

Being in the right place at the right time is such a sentiment in my story. If that woman hadn’t found out she was pregnant prior to leaving for her trip to New Orleans then she wouldn’t have wondered in that children’s boutique that day. If she had never came in then I may have still remained at the top of that shelf tucked away awaiting the day someone may possibly see me and bring me home. I’m glad it was them. I’m glad I was in the right place at the right time.

When you were little, there was a monster under your bed. It had saws for teeth and chains for arms with razors at the ends. It was a very scary monster.

But I was there to fight it for you— a fraction of your size, a sliver of your weight, I struck fear into the heart of that creature like a true warrior. I will always fight your monsters, I promised, and that I will always promise.

One night your old monster wasn’t there anymore. Its chains didn’t rattle. Its saw-teeth didn’t screech. I peered beneath the bed and saw no glinting yellow eyes, no scaly moss-green hide. It was gone.

But then you cried and held me so tightly I couldn’t breathe, and I saw reflected in your eyes a new kind of monster, even scarier, because this one had a human face. It spoke human words, but only mean ones, and it wouldn’t stop. I narrowed my eyes and glared at it, glared until I though my glass eyes would burst into flame, and I didn’t stop until the monster went away. This monster was harder to fight, but you were bigger, too.

You put me on a high shelf so I could see the whole room and every place in it where a monster might be hiding. I felt very powerful there. You looked sad when you reached up and rested me on it, but I knew you must have thought I could do my job better there.

That’s when I saw a new monster, and it was very big. It was bigger than you. It was bigger than the room. It was an invisible monster that snaked through the air and crushed people with its weight. This monster was even scarier than the last, because you couldn’t even see it take away the things you loved: it stole them from you and made you forget.

From my shelf I stood proud and told the monster it was not allowed to enter, and I looked you in the eyes and told you, “Look! Look at what a wonderful job we’re doing!”

And every time our eyes met, you looked sad. I’ll never understand that.

I will always fight your monsters for you, even though I no longer stay so close to you. It must be hard for you to fight monsters, too, because you always seem so tired… we haven’t talked in so long.

Now I face the most horrible monster I have ever seen— and it is called Time, and it wraps its frigid fingers around you and controls you. It makes you its puppet. I see you fighting its command as you reach for me on the shelf, though it demands for you to keep your arm down.

The box by your side is what you will take to The University. I think that sounds like a marvelous place.

And I stand tall and strong as our eyes meet, because I know you will be strong. I know that you will fight this monster like I taught you to.

Please be brave.

I know you can win.

I know you can—

My days always start of as an adventure. I wake up before my human and must try to get downstairs before the two giants my human live with see me. Once i awake I must climb my way up the mountain of very smelly clothes my human owns. I then jump as high as I can but could never seem to reach my human to say hello. After that I must force the wall to move so I could slip out I do this by getting all of my friends to catapult me onto the very bouncy tight rope until we hear a click and then the others attempt to push the wall until I could fall out. It feels likes it takes forever to get to the hills in the castle but it only takes my human 3 whole seconds for her to get over and down I counted. Once I get to the hills I get my sled but my human puts my sled on her feet and I never understand why but it’s super fun in the morning. Once I get the the good smelling room I find some of the food they leave out on the floor and it’s is so scrumptious. But sometimes I wish I could get some of the what they call fresh food but it’s huge and I would never be able to get to it because I fall down trying to look up at the food. Everything is so tall.