Young Writers Society

Hey Momo!

RandomTalks here with a short review!

Okay, I need a moment to clear my thoughts first. This was truly something else, I am sure I will not be the first to say that I absolutely did not see that coming.

I wake up with a smile on my face. Granted, I always do. It's molded on my face, after all.

I have a knife.

I love my knife.

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! Here to leave a review!!

First Impression: This is a pretty scary little short that you've got here. I think it does a good job being properly scary especially with the kind of ending you had. Well let's break this down just a little.

Anyway let's get right to it,

Silent night...Holy night...

I wake up with a smile on my face. Granted, I always do. It's molded on my face, after all. I watch Amelia get dressed into an ugly blood-red Christmas sweater. She must be going to see those parents of hers. Of course, the it doesn't cross her mind to take me. It's fine; she's only human. I'll come anyway.

I'm a doll, by the way. I'm 37 years old. I belonged to Amelia's mother, then Amelia, and then the closet. I have a beautiful red dress, which covers some unpleasant stains, and I came with a kitchen set. I have a knife.

I love my knife.

Amelia walks out the door, humming a tune. I think it's Silent Night, one of my favorites. I see her car pull out of the driveway, and I smile in my head. I close my eyes.

I open them, and I'm in Amelia's car.

I look outside, at the snow-covered trees. At the decorations. The red lights.

Amelia turns on the radio, and Elvis Presley comes on. They say he died of a heart attack. Makes you think...

We pull into the driveway after a little while, and Amelia gets out. I close my eyes.

I open them, and I'm in front of her. She screams and drops her purse. I grin in my head.

The knife comes out.

Sleep in heavenly peace...

Alice think it was a very mysterious story. There was no clue what was going to come. I thought it would be all nice and pleasant but never knew the end was this.

"I open them, and I'm in Amelia's car."
"We pull into the driveway after a little while, and Amelia gets out. I close my eyes."

It was so unique that whenever she closed her eyes she get somewhere else. Because mostly in every story if the toy want to go somewhere they just hide somewhere in their thing like bag.


"I love my knife."

This made me think who like a knife and I mean why does a sweet doll wearing a beautiful red dress would like a knife.

You made this story perfectly creepy.
This is my best story including a doll.

Bye!

Oh goodness gracious.

Goodness gracious.

Goodness, goodness, gracious.

Momo, I have to say-- If I ever have nightmares from now on, it's going to be from that. You know how people describe some short stories as "Short and Sweet", well, I have a whole new category for you.

Short and Sinister.

There.

I'm a little too scared to review . . .

BUT I WANT TO

So.

Silent night...Holy night...

I wake up with a smile on my face. Granted, I always do. It's molded on my face, after all. I watch Amelia get dressed into an ugly blood-red Christmas sweater. She must be going to see those parents of hers. Of course, the it doesn't cross her mind to take me. It's fine; she's only human. I'll come anyway.

I'm a doll, by the way. I'm 37 years old. I belonged to Amelia's mother, then Amelia, and then the closet. I have a beautiful red dress, which covers some unpleasant stains, and I came with a kitchen set. I have a knife.

I love my knife.

Amelia walks out the door, humming a tune. I think it's Silent Night, one of my favorites.

I close my eyes.

I open them, and I'm in Amelia's car.

Amelia turns on the radio, and Elvis Presley comes on. They say he died of a heart attack. Makes you think...