Barbie Dolls Characters Novels & Stories

She asked. Barbie’s little sister?“Who the hell is that?” “Chelsea, of course. Barbie has two younger sisters: Skipper and Chelsea. Plus she looked about as real as Barbie,” she said with a snort. “Oh, right. Chelsea.” I entered the onramp for the highway that led to our home and sighed. “I have known her since I was a kid. We practically grew up together, and trust me, she wasn’t such a bitch before.” Melissa scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Like, what? Barbie?” The women sniggered again and Chloe tried to keep her smile in place. She was used to this reaction. Other women didn’t understand and men just thought it was something dirty to comment on. It didn’t help that she had more than a passing resemblance to the well-loved doll and she did, in fact, sometimes dress up as Barbie. She even had a real-life pink Corvette and a pink VW Beetle to complete the illusion. “Sometimes,” she answered. “Although Elsa is more popular at the moment and of course with the new movie out, Belle, from Beauty and the Beast is a frequent request.”

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

During dinner, Ava chatted away, expertly buttering up Atlas. "Uncle Atlas is the best!" Atlas was delighted and indulgent. "Why is that?" "You brought Barbie dolls. Now I have a family! There's a Barbie mommy and two Barbie sisters!" She looked at Atlas. "They're a family, and I don't want Barbie Daddy. He's mean! I want you, not Daddy!" Atlas was charmed, showing no signs of minding her words. He even fed her.

Iliana said as she sat up despite the immense pain flowing through her veins to give her a hug. "Barbie? You seem to love giving people nicknames don't you?" Clara said pinching her cheeks. "Yes and it suits you. You are cute and you have blonde hair with beautiful sky blue eyes just like Barbie, my favorite cartoon character. Thank you very much Barbie." "You are welcome my sweet." The sixteen year old replied. "Now go to bed. Your new friend has work to do." "Goodnight Barbie" "Goodnight Iliana"