Her details were fine and rare, a beautiful doll. I have my own collection of them, a rainbow of diversity! I like to take some of them apart and mend them into a new creation. Today I complete the most perfect and finest of them all. Golden brown eyes, blacken hair, a full smile, and oh, many other things. All the others dolls are now put aside in my shop. strange. They began to speak and cry out in yells I never noticed before when I entered my workshop. I decided to ignore it and continued on with the current one in my hands. I was frightened when she whimpered in distress as if she could feel my cuts. She slowly reached where she felt pain, barely breathing now, her stomach is inverted inward exposing the pink and reds of her flesh. Wait. Flesh? The flaps of her skin revealed the wound like an open book. Beautiful. Steadily she leveled her head only to witness the oozing spillage of her elongated intestines. I began to puzzle what was going on when I reached a weird whitish hard item inside. A fascinating dissonance left the doll when I tried to pull it out. Was this bone? A spine? Then I realized my ignorance. Call me stupid, go on I insist. I can't tell the living from the dead.
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Short Original Horror Stories
Horror"With time I learned a thing or two. Do you know what's it like to have a secret desire to kill? There was ten of them, to begin with. Every single one of them was loud and wouldn't shut up. I guess they were excited. You know?" - (Story #3:) There...
