(We had to write a poem or short story from the point of view of someone living in a dollhouse)
Dollface they call me
Drapes with the pattern of the sea
A tall child walks by my house
I must be as quiet as a mouse
Not a single word can I say
I freeze as she wants to play
Dollface they call me
Plastic and still as can be
As she leaves the day will start
The place I was in and I begin to part
I look down the dollhouse and think
For it is time to leave this home of pink
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Short Stories
RandomThese are just some of my free writes for my creative writing class, hope you like them!