Short stories

The suicidal puppet

One day there was a puppet, called Opal, who loved her puppet master, Capricorn. Capricorn was always a very kind master to Opal. He never forced her to do anything she didn't want to do. The puppet and puppet master were really close. In love actually. Madly in love. A puppet and her master... together... so... beautiful. But one day Capricorn got terribly ill. Opal took care of him as best she could. Capricorn's illness just got worse. Opal was getting very worried... about him. After 3 months of having this life threatening illness he couldn't take it any more. He kissed Opal, embraced her. Reached under his mattress and pulled out a gun.With tears in his eyes Capricorn lifted the gun to his head. Before Opal could stop him he pulled the trigger... fell... dead. Bursting into tears Opal held her masters lifeless body. Crying... without caring about the time. Without... calling for help. She knew he was dead. She cried, never had she ever felt such pain in her life such as watching someone she loved... die. Well... she knew because of the illness he would have been dead two weeks later. But she never wanted to see him go. Opal stayed with Capricorn's body for the rest of the day and night, crying. The next morning
,still awake, she did her chores like she usually did and after stayed with her master's body the rest of the day and night. She couldn't bare to bury Capricorn's body but she knew she had to. After two more days of mourning she decided to bury him. Opal also made him a beautiful gravestone. Then she buried him. She felt empty inside. Capricorn created her. He gave her life. He was the man she fell in love with. She didn't want to be with anyone else. She used to have this spark inside her, it made her happy and without it... she felt like a puppet. Whenever she was with Capricorn she wasn't a puppet she was a woman. A girl. The way he treated her... she could never feel like a puppet. These thoughts were always painful. These thoughts of not having him with her was driving her insane. The only way she ever felt anymore was depressed. Hours felt like days, days felt like months. Opal couldn't handle being without him. Capricorn was her happiness, he was the one that made her smile, the one that would tell her that she was a unique creature. Capricorn was the one... she could never say a single bad word about. He was always there for her. Always there. She just didn't want to continue living without him there. She couldn't. She just couldn't... The pain of his absence was just too agonizing. Opal walked to the kitchen cabinet drawer. There she pulled out a knife. A sharp knife. She took it and stabbed herself deep, in the only place she knew it would kill her. Her waist. She died a few moments later. A story about... a puppet who loved her master till the end.

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