Saw Doll Name Novels & Stories

"What's your name?" She looked at me with those dark eyes. "Isabella." "Isabella." I said it back. "That's a beautiful name." "I know." Simple. Stated as fact. "What's yours?" "Aria." She seemed to be running this through some internal assessment process. Then: "That's also beautiful." "Thank you." I glanced at the doll she was carrying, which had hair that was almost entirely red except for a section at the front that appeared to have been recently and deliberately colored purple. "Who's this?"

It was basically a key chain which, looks like, my sister loved over all the toys she has. "Wow, this is nice. Who gave you this?" I made her sit in my lap and saw her new toy. She gave it in my palm and watched me caress it with my thumb and said, "My new friend doll gave me this." "Hmm, who is this new friend? Do we know her?" I handed it back to her. "She is beautiful, Zany. Her name is doll." She spoke in her baby tone. "Doll?" I scratched my head. What kind of name is that!

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.”

“She’s a busy little bee.” She saw Richard and headed in his direction. She grinned in delight as he hunched down, calling to her, then she stopped, bending to pick up her doll she’d dropped earlier. She sat down, no longer interested in coming over. Her fist went to her mouth, and she frowned, looking displeased. Richard laughed. “DollyDoo comes first.” “DollyDoo is an odd name,” I murmured, unable for some reason to stop looking at Kylie. “I named her. With her funny little voice right now, it sounds like DoggieDoo. Makes me laugh.”

But Shasha was still trying to speak, the movement of her lips seemed to say, "The doll ... The doll ... The doll can see ..." ***

“Winona.” Taking the doll unto her arms from the floor, as she wonders why and out of place does the doll made its way to that very place and quite far from the Princess chambers. She looks at it carefully and deep into its eyes, as something peculiar, yet an eerie tone is ticking within the very exitance of the doll in front of her. A feeling she could not ignore, the thought that’s been bothering her for a while, with the name that he gives which means. “Firstborn.”

Spread neatly across the coffee table were several dolls, each dressed beautifully and posed as though frozen in the middle of some glamorous adventure. For a second, I just stared. Then recognition hit me like a wave. My breath caught. “These…” I reached forward slowly, fingertips brushing one of the tiny satin dresses. “These were mine.” Diane gasped dramatically, beaming "Really? What are their names?" I settled next to her, picking up the first doll. "This is Rose. She was my favorite," I said, brushing a strand of the doll's hair back. I moved to the next one, my voice gentle and filled with nostalgia. "And this is Lena. And that one over there is Ara."

both dolls hesitated to answer and I laughed even more. "We are the dwarves of the village, I'm tiny and this is my sister shiny, we were looking for Princess Natalie." the first doll said. "are you sure you are dwarves because you both are too tall to be dwarves," I said and smiled. "We Found Her ... We Found Her." both dolls said and then Dominic and Danielle entered the room and I laughed so hard that I almost opened my wound. "no way, don't tell me you knew it was us," Danielle said.

she answered and was toying with her pen on her book, avoiding my face. "What's your name?" I asked next. "Blossom." "That's a beautiful name," I complimented and I saw the shy smile forming at the corner of her lips. Something sparked in me. "So, what should we name our 'baby'?" I asked her again. "I'm not good with names. Maybe you should name him." "I like the name Jason." "Then Jason it is," she agreed, still avoiding looking at me. Am I ugly? "Oh, there's a twist!" Mrs. Smith said, getting everyone's attention. "Although these babies are stuff dolls, they got realistic personalities and each one is different."

I smiled and nodded my head as I place the book I was reading above the coffee table turning my attention completely towards her. "Wow! she's pretty, what's her name?" I ask her as she was busy combing the doll's hair. I stare at her and then at the doll she was holding. "Her name is Kiera," she said as she was fixing the doll's dress, I nodded my head and reach for the other doll that was placed beside her in a sitting position. "What about her?" I ask as I comb the doll's hair with a tiny comb for her dolls. "That one is Pamela," she said and smile at me, I nodded my head playing with her. "What a lovely name," I whispered smiling at her. We spend time playing together, while Kris on the o