Loss Doll Artinya Novels & Stories

Not hers. My hands started shaking. 'Are they selling off coma patients' bodies?' All those stories from school came flooding back. My skin crawled. I fought the nausea and fear, forced myself to finish cleaning her up. I was about to leave when I saw it—the music box on her nightstand. Ms. Deinert had told me not to mess with it. But my hand moved anyway. I popped it open. No music. Just velvet at the bottom. Then I saw it—tiny crumbs near the edge. Crackers, maybe?

“You don’t like them? I told Diego we should get something more grand and you weren’t a kid but he kept saying you’d find them cute and you’ll like them and your chance of rejecting them would be low…I’m going to kill him…” He was literally fuming. “It’s not as if I don’t like them but what are they called?” “Oh.” He breathed and then sat beside me. He took the armless doll and explained. “This is called the kokeshi doll, as the seller said, they’re known for their hand-painted faces, floral patterns and lack of arms and legs.” He then picked up the cat. “What did she called this again? Oh, the Maneki Neko, aka, lucky cat, they’re often gotten to attract luck, wealth of happiness and I got t

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

“Oh, hi Eddie, have you seen Donny? We need lunch for the guests. It had to be served.” “No, I haven’t seen him since this morning. Do you know what this word means?” Billy squinted at the tiny note. “Well, that doesn’t sound good. Where did you get it?” “The pantry boggart just dropped it for me.” “Really? Well, that word is the effigy. It’s an object that represents someone or something. Voodoo and magic often use dolls to represent people in magic ceremonies and stuff. Discovery Channel had something on effigies last Halloween.”

” Herman exclaimed aiming both of his index fingers to Anggun. “You shoot your nails, right? Shooting nails to me? Do you think your nails are strong enough to destroy a diamond?” Anggun asked arrogantly. “Anyway, why diamond? I thought that we would fight against Dodol man since Garut is famous for the Dodol (a sweet toffee-like sugar palm.... Dang! Just Google it.)” Alfi thought. “Err, wait, that”s it! Probably she is dodol (Dodol can be used for insulting, the meaning is as harsh as "moron").” He added.

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.