Cracked Doll Novels & Stories

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

He will again take control over me. Before I could do anything the devil inside me said," You are becoming weak again. What's all this doll!! My doll!! Don't forget about your revenge. You are a ruthless mafia and there is no mercy inside you. Don't forget this!" My head is again spinning and my mood is again ruining. I took out another pill from my pocket and gulped it down. If this situation continues then one day I will become crazy.

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

Maevis’s eyebrows grew together. “What of it?” she inquired, not sure what her charge was getting at. “Why can we not sell it? Keep this cottage and one of the others for you, let Ms. Crotlybloom go. Why must we keep that dreadful place? I shall never step foot in there again.” “Serendipity,” Maevis began, leaning forward, her hands on the table, “we can’t. That’s where all of the doll parts are kept. There’d be no way we could store them all here.”

I just want my family back. Krystal reaches out to take the gift. I was about to sigh in relief, to smile at her. But then she does something I never expected her to. She throws the gift to the floor, before stomping on it. Breaking the doll I had bought her. I looked at the broken doll, which is the perfect reflection of my broken heart. She stomped on the doll the same way she just stomped on my heart. "I told I don't want you here, and I don't want your stupid ugly present" she snapped at me. She was shaking as if she couldn't control her anger and hatred.

Suddenly, he saw that Doll was trapped in a huge dome of ashes that came from nowhere. He heard that Doll was trying to escape, but the woman from before told her, "His Powder Lock cannot be broken without his consent. You can't scrape, scrape it." He looked back and saw she was coming towards him, but he has to save Doll. He felt a sudden pain in his back and realized that he was punched by the man behind him that felt like his bones have been broken again. He kneeled on the field and winced loudly. "Worry less; we will not kill her, non? Our cible needed to be given alive."

The noise of the world faded into the background, replaced only by the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. "There is nothing left of you," I whispered to myself, the drugs intensifying the darkness within. "There's nothing left for the demon to take from me. I'm nothing." The words echoed in my mind, a bleak mantra that had become my twisted reality. I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul.

It slips away from my hand, and in the next second, the bang filling my ears. Oh my goddess, did it break? Is it made of glass, gosh. I hope not. I crouched towards the level of the figurine, my knee touching the floor, thank goodness it didn’t break, however there is a tiny crack on its head. I hurry to take it into my hands. I hear the door creak from behind, and my eyes snap up, before I could think. I hear a dark voice. “What the fuck are you doing with that?” A cold voice seeps through my system, immediately, the figurine slips from my hand.

At first, he ignored it, but soon the sound grew louder and louder. He couldn't ignore it, so he checked his rooms and realized that the cracking sound was coming from the box in which he placed the ring and soul crystals. The creepy cracking sound and the slight movement from the box made him almost jump; he realized that something was breaking the box from inside. ~CRUNCH CRUNCH~ "What the hell did that damn ring do now?" Creed was sweating bullets. He picked up the dagger and pointed it towards the wooden box, which was on the verge of breaking apart. In a few second the box finally collapse with a small burst and something unusual finally appeared from inside.

As the cracked, the originally damaged body suddenly began to split in all directions. "Death Puppet..." Looking at the cracking strange wood carving in his hand, the corner of Zephyr Khan's mouth showed a bitter smile.