A box has been left at your doorstep. thinking that someone must've given you the wrong mail, you take it inside and wait for someone to come by and claim it. When a week pasts, you're torn between opening it to see whats inside or return it to its sender-The problem? There is no return address. so you open it while expecting the worse. Safe to say that you are delighted to see that its just dolls. Skeleton dolls with nametags sewn on their leg. now, what would you do if these dolls suddenly start waking up one by one? becoming more realistic and more life like? how are you going to explain this to your best friend? Average word count: 3000 to 4000. Published: July 9, 2019.

The monotony of routine, as familiar and predictable as the ebb and flow of the sea. An expanse of blue, wide and endless and vast. Red eyes do not turn purple within the blue. Reader is gender neutral throughout the story. Cover art by lawv-no on tumblr!