The Queen of Dolls

Snoink · 2006-05-15T06:10:18Z

The Queen of Dolls It’s full of dolls. Dolls litter the room, some on the bed, some on the windowsill; they’re everywhere. Most of them have short necks. They used to have long necks, but She would bang them together with glee before ripping them off. They were afraid of Her, but there was nothing they could do. Nothing they could do but watch. She comes in. She’s dressed as a princess, as usual. Pearls hang down her neck, and she has a sparkly pink shawl covering her shoulders. She is beautiful and the dolls blink at her. They love her, and despite all that has happened, with their short stubby necks, they can’t stand to be without her. She grabs one of them. Her fingers are brown and sticky. She’s been eating chocolate again. She looks at the doll critically before flinging her aside. Then she picks another one. It takes ten tries, but she finally finds one she likes. It’s a doll with a beautiful purple dress and sparkling eyes. She tears the dress off. Then, very carefully, she goes through, her finger going in between the doll’s plastic breasts, slipping under beneath her legs. She stares at the doll. “You like that, don’t you, you little whore?” The voice is light and soprano; more like an angel than an actual human, and this makes it even better. True, the voice does have a hint of a lisp – She is wearing braces – but otherwise, it took the doll’s breath away. She flings her aside. She is searching for another doll, and it isn’t until she picks up a small toddler does she stop. The doll’s name is Kelly. Kelly looks very much like the girl, and the girl gazes at her intently, slowly peeling off the pretty pink dress Kelly is wearing. Then she nods, setting her aside, letting her sit on a desk. “You’re looking pretty today.” The doll does not respond. “Do you want to play?” The doll says nothing to this, but the girl eyes her carefully before nodding. She searches through the dolls, flinging one so hard that its plastic head falls off. Then she stops, picking up another. His name is Ken. She brushes off his polo shirt, as if he had been playing hard in the grass, and takes him to Kelly. In a deeper voice, the girl says, “Do you want to play?” Kelly’s dress isn’t totally off. It is opened so that it can be easily pulled off though. The girl grabs Kelly, sitting her on one knee and Ken on the other. She manipulates Ken’s arms to reach for Kelly, but she is quickly frustrated. His motions aren’t fluid. She frowns and lets his plastic hand, his hard hand, pull off the rest of Kelly’s clothes. “Do you like that?” Kelly doesn’t respond. Her expression is soft, her painted eyes staring away at something… The girl is not quite sure what. She sets the girl upon her knee and looks at Ken. He is too overdressed. She fumbles with his clothes, the Velcro making a tearing sound. And then he is undressed. But not nude. The girl frowns, letting her hand go between his legs, almost reverently. He is wearing bronze plastic briefs, and they look silly to the girl. She is used to boxers. She smirks at this. He is wearing panties. They must come off. She tries to tear at them, peeling off the plastic that is firmly in place. She scratches him a bit, but nothing. He smiles faintly at her. “Be a man,” the girl says impatiently. He does nothing. She sighs and turns to Kelly. “Well, you must pretend.” She moves his arms again. It frustrates her that his fingers will not move, but she compensates for this as much as possible by moving Kelly so that every possible inch on her small body is covered. Touched. Ken moves down, first on her immature breasts, then down to her tummy. Then the middle of her legs. The girl is trembling. It’s taking too much time. Then, together, Ken and Kelly embrace. He’s twice the size of her yes, and he is wearing panties, but that doesn’t matter. Now Kelly is touching him. It is love in its purest form. The front door slams open. She immediately puts clothes on Ken, pulling the slacks up and the dirty polo shirt on. Before she could get to Kelly, her bedroom door opens. Her father comes in. He looks around. It is a mess, and in the middle is his daughter, sitting complacently. She looks to him with deep brown eyes. “Whatcha doing? “Nothing,” she responds. One of the pink ribbons in her hair flutters as she speaks. He looks around again and then back at her. “Wanna play?” She grins and nods. Before she leaves the room with him, she flings Kelly away.

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Mon Feb 18, 2008 7:19 pm

BigBadBear says... · Mon Feb 18, 2008 7:19 pm

Snoink!

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Whoa... that was... uh... I don't know what to say... that was... very.. perturbing! How about that?

Well, one more thing:

Eeeeeew!

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Fri Feb 29, 2008 1:27 am

JFW1415 says... · Fri Feb 29, 2008 1:27 am

A everyone else said, this was too perfect for words. The only thing that can be improved (I think) is the age. It seems to keep switching from 5/6 to 10. The things that sound like she's 10: 'you like that, don't you, you little whore,' though she may just be quoting her father, and the braces thing. The rest either sounds like she's 5/6 or can be either. A lot of it seems to be leaning towards the younger side (she's VERY impatient,) but I'm not sure what you can do about the 10 part. When I first read this, I only read the second half (I know, I'm lazy

) and I was convinced that she was 12. I'm confused...but you'll figure something out with your brilliant writing!

(Oh, and sorry for rambling...)

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Fri Feb 29, 2008 6:31 pm

Kalliope says... · Fri Feb 29, 2008 6:31 pm

This is brilliant, but very, very disturbing. *shudders*

My only complaint: I noticed the same thing about the age as JFW1415 did. She seems very young most of the time, but then the braces... Maybe just cut them out?

Keep it up!;)
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Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:33 am

JesusFreak900 says... · Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:33 am

I feel violated.... But in all seriousness this was a very well written story that was well put together. I literally gasped at the last scene with the father. Ughhh... *shivers*

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Sun Sep 18, 2011 3:52 pm

quaintrelle says... · Sun Sep 18, 2011 3:52 pm

The ending scared me, it left me hanging with a thought running through my head, "What'd they do?" And OMG, the dolls played with each other.
It's good! This is the first time that I encountered a story like this. Dolls and scary. But I find this one cool.

It's not boring and it really affected me. And you've presented the dolls like they have life in an excellent life.

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Tue Sep 27, 2011 2:36 am

ElizabethFiction says... · Tue Sep 27, 2011 2:36 am

OMG that freaked me out! I love the idea of the cliffhanger because it makes us crave more, and good job showing how a child can easily be influenced by their parents. You're a great author!! I'm new to YWS and I hope that you can check out my story and lend me feedback on how I can become an excellent writer like you

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Fri Sep 30, 2011 8:21 pm

Starleene says... · Fri Sep 30, 2011 8:21 pm

Oh...My...Gosh...
This was wicked. I wanted to stop reading it was so creepy but you kept pulling me back in! The ending! Ahhh! I can't even descibe how well you tied that in! Very masterful! *Bows down* You are a master!
Haha! It was disturbing yet the elegance of the writing just blew my mind, I'm still trying to process it

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Mon Oct 03, 2011 6:38 am

SerenityCross says... · Mon Oct 03, 2011 6:38 am

*Shudders* God, way to get my mind into creepy mode! *Shudders again* Thanks for that. Apart from the...*Shudders yet again* It is very well written. You should write horror books. You seem suited for it and I would definatly buy a book written by you.

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Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:11 pm

guineapiggirl says... · Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:11 pm

Wow...
Wow...
I didn't get it for most of the story. At first I just thought she was violent, but then with the sudden use of that word, that blunt rude word, it shockd me. This weird little girl, violent and rude. But it was written so well it just gripped me. And then the ending was so so so shocking.
You have a very twisted mind.
I don't know if that's good or not.
The writings incredible though.
Right at the end, perhaps you could say a bit more about how she's feeling about what the dad says. I take it he's abusing her? She could gulp, or shiver slightly, just to make me like her a bit more. But then maybe not. I dunno. Well creepy.

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Tue Oct 25, 2011 3:36 pm

missbookworm says... · Tue Oct 25, 2011 3:36 pm

This was really great! I loved the contrast between the dark mood and the innocence (usually) of a child. Your grammar was great and the story had a wonderful flow. I'll definitely read more from you! The cliffhanger ending really made this story interesting. I liked that there were multiple ways to interpret the meaning. Kudos!

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