My Short Stories

The Dolls

        The dolls were lined up very neatly on a shelf. The top shelf to be percise. I was staring at them. More of one of them. The one I was looking at was about twice the size of the other ones. This one had long blonde hair that looked like it was spun from gold. The ends were curled. Her eyes were blue like the ocean.

        I move over to the doll. Then all the dolls start to move. The blonde doll not only starts to move but also grows fangs. She starts to walk towards me.

        "Your going to die today." She says with no emotion at all.

        "What no I'm not" I say surprused.

        "You will if you can't escape." She says. Upon her saying this, I look around to see that there is no door or window.        

        "Why?" I wisper.

        "Because we are going to take over the world, and you are in our way!" She says then she laughs evily.

        "No, you won't get away with this." I say to her.

        "Yes I will." 

        "No you won't! Because I called back up and they are now here." I say. Her eyes widden.

        "No you've caught me. But you haven't won yet I still have one more thing up my sleave." She says pulling  out a gun of a sleave and points it at me.

        I will let you figure out what happed next. Thank you for reading.