Cracked Doll Novels & Stories

I am pressing him into the locker. "Let go of me!" he cries out in pain. "What's happening in here?" shouts coach Brimworth. I shoved Nate away. "I said, What's happening here?" Coach Brimworth's voice is louder. Coach Brimworth viewed me as I huffed, angry, and soon his gaze lowered to the floor, seeing my broken goggles. He goes to take up a piece. "Nate, is this yours?" he asks. "Yes, sir," I say. "My 10-year-old sister gave it to me before she died from cancer." Tears come down as I say it.

Still, there is no one left here to fear me. A burned-out cottage draws my eye. The front wall is gone, exposing the intimate skeleton of what was once a home: blackened beams, half-melted crockery, the ghost of a staircase leading nowhere. Inside, I find the first evidence of children—a circle of stones marking a game, and beside it, something unrecognizable at first. I kneel. It’s a doll, or what’s left of one. Rag limbs reduced to two ashen sticks, its dress a black shroud crisped tight to the body. The painted face has run in long, dark tears down the porcelain.

I tried to smile, but tears fell first. "It's all in the past, Father. Now, I just feel sick." My father's expression changed in an instant. The anger was replaced by something deeper, something far more terrifying. Crash! The expensive crystal glass was finally smashed to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces. It was the murderous rage of a man whose honor had been deeply insulted. His treasured daughter, the jewel of the Thorne family, had been treated like this for five years. "How dare he!"

“ Calm! “ He held the same face, caressing it. “ Let's go there, come on. He held my shaking hand and we went to the store together. We entered the store and he stared, not understanding. The store was silent, as if nothing had happened. “ Sasha… “ There was a doll here... “ I approached the shelf where the blood”stained doll was. “ She was here! Marlon remained silent and looked around, looking for the doll. “ There was a doll that was broken on the floor, another was stained with blood and another that was moving... “ He said, not believing that all of it had disappeared. “ Baby, I don't think anything... there's nothing wrong with the store! “ When I arrived there were two dolls sitting o

"Good job. Here's your tip." I figured I'd never cross paths with those three nutjobs again, content to globe-trot with my fortune and live freely. But as it turned out, the world was smaller than I'd thought. At a high-end auction, I encountered them once more—those three men I'd once both loved and hated. They had wasted away, appearing gaunt and hollow with deep-set eyes, as if all their vitality had been drained. At that point, they were engaged in a fierce bidding war over a crystal bracelet that I had once worn, driving the price well past the $10-million mark. Seated in the back corner with wide sunglasses on, I raised my paddle calmly. "20 million."

My chest became tight and my breath began to suffocate me. “How could you do this to me? To even go as far as impregnating a young girl like this. You’ve just insulted me, Dane.” She was already taking off the ring, her eyes red and heavy with tears. Dr. Dane’s mouth dropped, but before he could even defend himself, Nikky threw the ring at him, teary-eyed. She turned and grabbed the door handle. “Nikky, listen to me, I’m not responsible for her…” She slammed the door in our faces, causing Dr. Dane to pause mid-air. Tears rolled down my face as I stared at Dr. Dane. I had never seen him like that before. He was utterly broken.

At the age of eleven, I had been daft and had not even thought to look at the footprints. I followed the steps right to the last door, and noticed the handle also had some dust wiped off it. Athena was in the room. ~ ATHENA'S POV. I looked at what had fallen. It was a doll that had been ripped out badly. Who could have done such a thing to a doll? The person had to be a violent person. The doll was made of thick plastic and it seemed like someone had used a knife to rip it in and out. Or had it been it claws? Could claws really penetrate the doll? Either way, it was really creepy.

"But big brother does not want to stay." "So Vicky will keep big brother here... forever..." Vicky slowly turned towards Phil, her face white as porcelain her glass eyes moved erratically as cracks slowly formed on her face, her movements become twitchy, her joints are now visible. The once sweet and cute girl now revealed her true form, a porcelain doll. The doll kept on twitching as cracks ran down its body, its erratic eye suddenly stopped and focused on Phil. "Stay here forever big brother." The doll smiled and moments later it lunged towards Phil.

She spat, "Here's your stupid piece of wood! You're insane! Get out of here!" The doll clattered onto the broken glass, its surface scratched and scarred. A few spots were stained red from the blood on the floor. It looked just like me—shattered and broken, slowly bleeding out. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I did not want to die. I promised Dad I would live well for him. It would break his heart to see me like this. The buzzing in my head grew more intense, and my skull felt like it was about to split open. I shouted at them, "It's not just a piece of wood! You're the worthless ones!"

I said sarcastically and patted his shoulder, as I made my way to the claw machine while they followed behind me, we got to the claw machine and I pointed at a pink doll, “I want this doll so whoever can get it for me, will ride on that rollers with me” “How does this thing work? Do we just open it and get the doll?” Zack asked “No my love, you have to. I sent a coin and try to use this and pick the doll, you guys only have five minutes each and the time starts now, who goes first?” “I'll” Jade nodded and came forward, “Start'' I said with my eyes on my watch, he inserted the coin in the machine and began playing but each time it looks like the doll is coming out, it drops again and he inser