Hey guys! I've decided to take a shot at writing a short story! Please let me know how I did!
The Story of Stitches
Long ago, about 2005 to be exact, a toymaker was hard at work bringing his latest creation to life. The night wind howled through the open window above his desk. This wasn't his first night on the job. He enjoyed putting smiles on children's faces, and if that meant staying up all night, well then so be it. He was an elderly man, who recommended by his docter, learned to sew to help battle the arthritis. It was something he enjoyed doing, and he wasnt afraid to commit most of his free time to it. Ever since the passing of his wife, he found little things that took his mind of the dramatic final days, but this did.
As he sewed on the final stitch of his new toy he was filled with delight! He placed his stuffed masterpiece on his desk and took a step back. In an instance he knew he had made something the children would love. The mish-mash of colours, the x-shaped eyes, and the shirt, covered in stars of all colours. He was a teddy bear that would fit perfectly in a child's room. The elderly man took some steps around the room all while staring at the plush bear cub. It seemed that from any angle he looked at it from, the bear cub was always staring and smiling at him. His face let way to a grin. He reached out and grasped it's stomach with his shaky hands. "Now what am I to call you", he mumbled. He examined the cub once again in the palm of his hand. Noticing small but intricate stitches along the colour's edges. He then knew what he was to call it. He grabbed the cub and a small piece of cardboard and headed out into the store. He sat the cub down on a table and grabbed a pen and his piece of cardboard. He took the pen, and with his wobbly hands wrote down on the cardboard "Stitches".
The next day the old man climbed down from his apartment above the toy store, and opened the doors for the piles of kids waiting outside. They flooded in with smiles on their faces. The girls hurrying over to the dolls and hand carved dollhouses. The boys rushing toward the wooden toy cars. Children went home happily with new toys in hand,But there was only one lonely toy that seemed to draw no attention from the children. Stitches. Another busy day was had at the toy store, but for the first time the old man wasn't happy at the end of the day. For nobody wanted the toy he worked so hard on, no one seemed to pay attention to smiling stitched face, the happy bear cub was left alone. The old man looked down at the cub and sighed. "Well I guess you'll just have to stay here a little longer". He left the bear cub where he was and then hobbled up the stairs to his apartment.
And so the month's rolled by, but still Stitches remained displayed in the front of the store for all the children to see. Children each day passed by it, not giving the stuffed toy so much as a second glance. As time continued on, the old man became very ill. He could no longer run the toy store because he was too weak and nimble to create new toys. Sad and weary he spent the days in his apartment alone struggling to walk about. Eventually his only son moved into the apartment to help take care of him in his time of need. After another few weeks he was brought to the hospital, where he passed away. He passed on without seeing a child walk away, happily carrying his favourite creation. But it was only a month after his passing that the son realized that in his father's will, he had left him the toy store along with the apartment above it.
The son and his wife along with their little boy moved into the apartment and re-opened the toy store. The continued giving out toys and sharing smiles. However on the first day the family moved in, the boy had found something he couldn't take his eyes off of. He grabbed the stuffed toy and hugged it. Stitches had found a home.
So is it good? Please let me know and constructive criticism is really apprieciated! If you have any requests I would be glad to take a shot at them too!
The Story of Stitches
Long ago, about 2005 to be exact, a toymaker was hard at work bringing his latest creation to life. The night wind howled through the open window above his desk. This wasn't his first night on the job. He enjoyed putting smiles on children's faces, and if that meant staying up all night, well then so be it. He was an elderly man, who recommended by his docter, learned to sew to help battle the arthritis. It was something he enjoyed doing, and he wasnt afraid to commit most of his free time to it. Ever since the passing of his wife, he found little things that took his mind of the dramatic final days, but this did.
As he sewed on the final stitch of his new toy he was filled with delight! He placed his stuffed masterpiece on his desk and took a step back. In an instance he knew he had made something the children would love. The mish-mash of colours, the x-shaped eyes, and the shirt, covered in stars of all colours. He was a teddy bear that would fit perfectly in a child's room. The elderly man took some steps around the room all while staring at the plush bear cub. It seemed that from any angle he looked at it from, the bear cub was always staring and smiling at him. His face let way to a grin. He reached out and grasped it's stomach with his shaky hands. "Now what am I to call you", he mumbled. He examined the cub once again in the palm of his hand. Noticing small but intricate stitches along the colour's edges. He then knew what he was to call it. He grabbed the cub and a small piece of cardboard and headed out into the store. He sat the cub down on a table and grabbed a pen and his piece of cardboard. He took the pen, and with his wobbly hands wrote down on the cardboard "Stitches".
The next day the old man climbed down from his apartment above the toy store, and opened the doors for the piles of kids waiting outside. They flooded in with smiles on their faces. The girls hurrying over to the dolls and hand carved dollhouses. The boys rushing toward the wooden toy cars. Children went home happily with new toys in hand,But there was only one lonely toy that seemed to draw no attention from the children. Stitches. Another busy day was had at the toy store, but for the first time the old man wasn't happy at the end of the day. For nobody wanted the toy he worked so hard on, no one seemed to pay attention to smiling stitched face, the happy bear cub was left alone. The old man looked down at the cub and sighed. "Well I guess you'll just have to stay here a little longer". He left the bear cub where he was and then hobbled up the stairs to his apartment.
And so the month's rolled by, but still Stitches remained displayed in the front of the store for all the children to see. Children each day passed by it, not giving the stuffed toy so much as a second glance. As time continued on, the old man became very ill. He could no longer run the toy store because he was too weak and nimble to create new toys. Sad and weary he spent the days in his apartment alone struggling to walk about. Eventually his only son moved into the apartment to help take care of him in his time of need. After another few weeks he was brought to the hospital, where he passed away. He passed on without seeing a child walk away, happily carrying his favourite creation. But it was only a month after his passing that the son realized that in his father's will, he had left him the toy store along with the apartment above it.
The son and his wife along with their little boy moved into the apartment and re-opened the toy store. The continued giving out toys and sharing smiles. However on the first day the family moved in, the boy had found something he couldn't take his eyes off of. He grabbed the stuffed toy and hugged it. Stitches had found a home.
So is it good? Please let me know and constructive criticism is really apprieciated! If you have any requests I would be glad to take a shot at them too!
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