Cracked Doll の小説・ストーリー

I hated myself for letting things reach this point. Suddenly, Matteo cursed under his breath and walked toward the table where I had been standing earlier. He grabbed something hidden underneath it and yanked it out. Then he crushed it beneath his boot. I stared at the shattered object on the floor. A recording device. My heart dropped. “Was that witch watching this the entire time?” Matteo muttered angrily. And immediately, one name echoed in my mind. Giulia.

’ Thea says as she hugs her best-friend. ‘Okay, I do not mean to disrupt your moment but time is running out and we really need to get this to Halley.’ Edmond says as he shows them a pendant that looks the same as the one on Jessa’s neck. ‘Oh you already made the pendant? I thought we would go for gold and wear all those work overalls and melt things but I guess this way too is cool.’ Thea says. ‘Oh I wish we could do that but we do not have enough time plus, you do not have to worry about getting things like these done when a demon is around.’ Edmond says proudly.

I yelled. With that, the car sped off in the distance. I started walking down the dark dirt road not knowing where I was. I plugged in my earphones and tried to block out my fear. Mrs. Potato head by Melanie Martinez Started to play. 'If you weren't born with it you can Buy a couple ornaments. Just be sure to read The warning kids, cause pretty soon you'll be Bored of it.' I sang along as tears started to form in my eyes. Yeah I told him to let me out but he didn't actually have to do it. And the worst part is. He didn't even care if I were to be gone.

“Oh, Mr. Luciano doesn’t want to let loose for our doll. He bids thirty million dollars. Does anyone want to get higher than thirty?” I now had a hard time following the dialogues, and the numbers kept on getting higher and higher, and it’s making me dizzy. “Counting once…” “… going twice…” “…thri– Oh, we have a new bidder for this doll. Mr. Bronislav bids Fifty Million Dollars.” “Wow, just wow.” I felt like I wasn’t a human. I felt like a piece of trash that had been found in the dumpster, which they cleaned and put in a box where stupid people collected them.

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

With a shake, I ignore the pain and attempt to stick it in again. Twigs, vines, nuts, and leaves don’t necessarily make the prettiest doll, but for the voodoo magic to work, you don’t need something beautiful. You just need a doll. Mine is barely that, but I’m hoping Goddess Nature finds it pleasing and my anger justified. Which, in my opinion, it is. “I hope the god's dick falls off.” I pull the twig out and shove it right back into the doll again. Under the pressure, the small stick snaps between my sore fingers. “Dammit.”

i lied She scoffed aloud, shooting me an 'are you kidding look' "you're so smart and you have to worry about it? It should be me talking about that and not you " I chuckled to that as I opened my locker to keep my books inside , I was just about to slam it shut when my gaze fell on something. Everything in me froze, the blood drained out of my face... Oh god! "Gracie what........ " she also trailed off as her gaze followed mine, a loud gasp escaped her mouth. I couldn't take my gaze away from the horrific sight , I was paralysed by it. It was a doll.... splattered over with red stains, a rope hanging from its neck

I swallowed before I spoke in one breathe, “FIRE CRACKER” The end.

“Why did you guys think I called her Lollipop? Since she was tiny she always had a sucker in her mouth. She would always win whatever game with that sucker in her mouth.” “I guess she has always had an oral fixation.” Chris adds with a wink to me. I see Oliver tense next to me and I place my hand on his shoulder and shoot a glare to Chris for trying to rile him up. Oliver's body relaxes under my touch and I look at him in the eyes.