Inanimateobject Stories

A short story depicting the life of a candle.

The title says it all practically. This is just a story about an inanimate object that has its own voice.

#PlanetOrPlastic short story

A story from the perspective of a child's blanket carefully cared for.

a steamy romance about a chips packet and you 💓

it's what you think it is (frozen)

Listen inside the mind of an inanimate object.

White, Yellow, and Blue Diamond find themselves with an unusual problem.

This story is for others to realize that you might want some hung that others don't want. Its also made for others to understand that they are not always going to get what they want to get.

What happens when a boy falls in love with an inanimate object? What turns will it take? Who will get hurt in the process? Read the story to find out.. Sequel in the works!!!

Give me an inaimate object, a person, and a place. I'll do a thing and make words. ♤Cover is mine uwu♤

We all have read at least one book in life. Did you ever wonder, what if the book was alive? What if it had feelings and opinions separate from what resides in its pages? Well in this short story, you get these questions answered as you walk through the life of a Percy Jackson book. Enjoy! (PJO Book Spines image is not mine. It belongs to Rick.)

This is a story of drama, told through the hearts of pumpkins.

This is about my weird friends and different ships we made

Creepy short story told from the pov of an inanimate object in nature

One day I was walking along the narrow pavement, carrying the food that I'd managed to scavenge back to our shelter when I noticed a human boy approaching me. I quickly squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that he hadn't noticed anything odd. Normally people would just continue walking and I hoped that he would do the same. Then I heard him speak. "Hey! Do you want some help carrying those?" He asked me. Luckily I had been listening in on some of the human's conversations over the time I'd spent on earth and could somewhat understand what they said. "No, thank you." I responded, slightly proud that I was able to form the words in this strange language. He said "Please let me help. I'm trying to stall going home anyways.". I wasn't completely sure of what some of those words meant but it sounded as though he was insisting on helping me. I sighed. If I told him no again he might notice something was wrong but if I allowed him to help me I would have to stumble back wih my eyes closed. I thought about and decided that it would probably be less risky if I let him help. "Alright." I told him while holding out some apples in the general direction of his voice. He hastily took them and said "So, What is your name? Mine is Leo.". From what I understood, he had asked what my title was. He had also told me his. "My name is Rage." I attempted to translate my name into his language.