Porcelain Doll Novels & Stories

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.

Instead, he mixed shades of cool, sterile white, muted greens, and the cold, hard gray of polished steel. He painted a glass greenhouse. It was exquisitely detailed, the panes gleaming with a fragile transparency. Inside, under a controlled, artificial light, grew a single, pale orchid. The flower was rendered with meticulous care, its petals delicate, almost translucent, its form perfect but utterly devoid of the vibrant life found in nature. It was beautiful, but it was a beauty that spoke of isolation and careful cultivation.

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

“What are you saying, you b*stard?” “Stop spouting nonsense if you don’t know anything here, Harvey! I’ll get Mother to slap you to death if you keep doing this!” Gabriel exclaimed, pointing at Harvey’s nose. “The statue’s pure porcelain. It would only be made in ancient times.” “Its style shows that as well.” “Look at the patterns of the mold and the wooden fish here…” “There are replicas of the same style at later times, but not many would notice such small details.” “Judging from the quality of the porcelain, we can basically confirm my deduction.”

Everything is being answered by the scene that’s playing in front of her. “Fun.” The porcelain doll speaks. Giggling and amused by the moment. Inside the cold and dim room where she is temporarily being kept, all until the right time that her mission will start. As it all by the wish of her creator and very father. She then whispers the words in an amused tone. “Isn’t this just too much? Too much fun?” Her tone depicts a twisted-minded maniac. A porcelain doll with beauty and perfection resembles a goddess. Created to stand like a seven years old child, her smile is menacing as her eyes are all blank.

At the other side of the hall, there are porcelain dolls clothed in royal robes of different dynasties and kingdoms across time and culture. “I felt like I returned on being a kid!” Essi exclaimed while holding her palms near her chest. Essi is careful on seeing each one of the works of an elusive furniture maker. Her excitement moved throughout her body that when she went back to Oneil, she kept her tippy-toes. Her hands hold Oneil’s arm dearly. “I know that we are growing old. But there’s nothing wrong with keeping the joy of youth in our heart.” “Oneil, I always loved this!”

They weren't really stations so much as workspaces. It looked like repurposing could be done in several different horrible ways. Doll tried to find another place to put his attention. Numerous rows of what looked like no-fur statues lined the center of the large room. They were grand and Doll thought they might have been moved or pilfered from some great temple. Intricate as they were, all of the no-furs were life-sized, not blown up to some grand exaggeration. He was fascinated with how life-like they were.

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 to wich they started gi

Flora swallowed hard and took the napkin off and saw the most horrible thing ever: a human-length sex doll, wearing a white nightgown similar to hers and crucified on the cross. And of course, the sex doll had Flora's exact face and body shape. It was even wearing the same nightgown. There was tissue and plastic in a corner of the room, there were some weird machines too. Flora guessed it right: Claude was also the one who made that doll, that creepy masterpiece. To that point, Flora had used all the braveness she had. The truth was clear: Claude is as sick as Jack. Maybe even worse. Flora's mind was thinking about one only thing: She has to run away before the painted desires turn to real d

Witches liked pretty things, they couldn't resist them. The first time I saw that porcelain tea set, I was captivated by its timeless elegance. Each piece, delicately sculpted by hand, looked like a miniature work of art. The porcelain, as white and smooth as freshly fallen snow, glistened in the afternoon sunlight, as if it had caught a glimmer of eternity.