Tale Of The Dollmaker Novels & Stories

Darius carried the box to the table. Then carefully peeled back the tape. No sounds. No movement. Just an ordinary cardboard box. He lifted the lid. And within seconds, his entire expression changed. Aurora immediately stood. "What is it?" Darius didn't answer. He simply stared at the contents. Aurora walked over. Then froze. Inside the box was a doll. But not an ordinary doll. Its face was stained and worn. Its eyes were different sizes. One side looked as though it had been deliberately damaged.

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

And when she saw the doll lying inside, she could not help but be stunned. Most of the doll’s body was made of ceramics, which looked beautiful, and it was also a fully automatic doll. When moving, it would grab a flute in one hand and whistle, while the other hand would hold a chirping bird. She was surprised because this doll was a unique creation, and the person who had designed and created it named it the “Bird Tamer”. It was priced at 6.25 million, and it was the only one in the world. Daisie glanced at him. “Colton, are you spending Dad’s money again?”

He ran for it when he noticed a thing by the tree that was maybe been purposely dropped by that creature. It was a doll. A doll that looks exactly like Mr. John Doe. Avril looked at the direction to where the red-cloaked figure ran to but there was only a midnight mist. No hint of that red-cloaked person. He looked at the doll again and noticed a needle was stabbed into the place that was marked X—into the doll’s heart. Avril ran back to Anaztasia and handed the doll. He checked the pulse by his neck and by his heart.

As if he was used to being chased by people who wanted to take his life. Rose didn't know how to ask more about why that person wished to kill him and fell silent when Dominic chuckled. Rose looked at him, finding his eyes stopping at a certain entertainment which was famous in the market. It was a doll play, where the story teller tells his story using the help of dolls that was moved by inserting their hands inside. "Let's go there," Dominic suggested. His smile never falling down which was nice to see. "I'm curious what kind of story it is in a children's amusement."

“Arthur Tenniel began as a humble toymaker before his stunningly realistic child dolls became a hit and the must-own toy of the mid-1920s. His goal, as he would often state to the newspapers, was to make dolls that were similar to the little girls who loved them as humanly possible; a boast that anyone who has seen one of Tenniel's dolls, would agree he came very close to living up to. Especially considering the technology and methods available at the time.” The tour guide took a step to the right, revealing a square object, roughly four and a half feet tall, which was covered by a silk sheet, which was the same color as the tour guide's mask. With the smooth flourish of a dancer, the tour g

… Meanwhile, in the basement of a windowless villa, the only source of light came from a dust-coated oil lamp beside a small altar. The wick had been drawn thin, its flame trembling at the slightest draft. Long shadows stretched across the stained walls, resembling dried streaks of blood. The altar itself was made of oak, its smooth surface faintly glinting under the weak lamplight. At its center sat a Krowonian doll. The doll, barely half a foot tall, wore a silk robe that glimmered faintly in the dim glow. Frayed golden threads unraveled down the fabric, revealing a dark underlayer that resembled dried veins.

Pretending not to notice, I said, "Mr. and Mrs. Newton, this is my boyfriend Carl. He'll be heading overseas with me." "Ah, you're the boy from the Xavier family, right? We've met." Carl bowed politely. "Yes, my father always told me that you were a force to be reckoned with when it came to doing business, so he wanted me to learn a thing or two from you. "Sadly, I only know how to make sculptures." Mr. Newton smiled. "Art is priceless, boy." Mrs. Newton looked up and down at him for a long while, before saying, "I raised Rose, so she's practically my own daughter now. If you hurt her, you'll regret it.

Lady Brown's face stiffened, and after a while, she said, "He was just a doll. You should know that a doll's words and actions are all designed by the programmers behind it. Thea, you shouldn't have developed feelings for him." Thea exclaimed, "He was such a good child, so filial, so kind, and so cheerful... When he talked to us, there was love in his eyes. I ask you, which programmer could develop such a genuine, affectionate doll?" Lady Brown said, "That can only mean that the programmer behind him was very skilled." Thea hesitated for a moment and said, "Madam, do you know who the creator of Theodore was?" Lady Brown trembled inexplicably. What she feared the most had arrived.