Porcelaindoll Stories

Who would have known my favourite porcelain doll tried to kill me? ( This story contains swear words and senstive topics and also english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes :) I bet no one is going to read this anyway but if you do thank you very much!♡)

Beauty. Perfection. The main things that keep 'the world going round'. Being beautiful helps people feel accepted, doesn't it? You get friends, compliments from every corner, and someone's eyes are always on you. But what if you catch the wrong persons gaze? And they spot an imperfection waiting to be fixed, and take your life into their hands...and won't ever let you go? Warning-Contains body horror, swears, minor gore, disturbing scenes, sexual undertones This isn't related to the Demon Trade, originally it was going to be scrapped in favour for it (which is why some characters have similar appearances and names) but I decided to make it its own thing.

A continuation of the Horror Film - "The Boy" 2016 "Malcolm. I'm going back." Greta stated, disbelieving her own words. She never envisioned voluntarily going back to the Heelshires mansion after her last nightmarish experience, let alone the very next day. But after a long night of losing herself to her thoughts, she'd decided that she had to go back for closure. "What?" Malcolm murmured, rubbing his eyes. "To the mansion?" "Yes." she said, her voice steely and resolute. "I have to see for myself what really happened last night. I need to remind myself that I killed a monster, and not a helpless, misguided person, or I will live the rest of my days in insanity"

A young girl discovers a porcelain doll in her closet is clacking her shoes. Dad gets his daughter out of the house for the weekend then heads back to discover it is much worse than the thought.

Emma's traces is leading her family faraway from her.

The doll fell from the shelf one day. The owner, in disappointment, picked up her pieces. The doll had been on the shelf for a while. She was dusty. "I hope I can find someone to fix her soon"

Mia Turner was just an ordinary 16 year old girl, she went to school every day, she wasn't particularly popular nor was she an outcast. One day she gets invited to some big party only for it to end in tragedy, she finds herself waking up to a strange room and her skin paler then ever. What is this strange world? will she ever be able to go back to the way things were?

Life had gotten far too boring. Repetitive. You began to search for the thrill of the new things in life, for something that would get a reaction out of you, for something that wouldn't be so monotone as everyday life. Yet as you search for this satisfaction you find yourself in the forest, only to be faced with a large house, and you make your way inside, feeling that thrill grow once again.

All I want is for a child to love me so I can love them back and make them smile even if they are sad... But no one wants a porcelain doll who is cracked, broken, useless.

It lurks in the shadows...I know it's there watching. Always watching my every move. The white masked dummy.

This is my life, through my eyes, and my emotions. No one can change this, because this is my story

CZ: Temna strana příběhu hraček. What if toy's don't have feelings? [Co kdyby hračky neměli pocity?] Oneshot English and Czech version.

She made something delicate. Something rare. Something made of love. But the wrong person didn't see beauty-only weakness. The Porcelain Doll is a haunting poetic story about rebuilding after cruelty, recognizing manipulation disguised as charm, and finally protecting the most fragile part of you: your heart.

When the remnant's of Thanna's family move into a broken down old house, she wasn't expecting much. She definitely wasn't expecting to find an attic filled with dolls. Her little sister, Mika, is ecstatic. She loves dolls, and doesn't hesitate to pick out her new favorite. Strangely enough, the doll is more interested in playing with her, then she is in playing with the doll.

This is the love story of a pair of porcelain dolls, Gabriella and Michael.

The Mask I Wear, Is a beautiful mask... It holds Secrets and Promises, Demons and Angels... It protects me from the world, And the horrible people in it... Under the mask, Is a broken girl... A girl no one can fix, A girl who doesn't exist... Her cries are Loud, Her words are Silent... Behind the broken girl, Is a happy girl... She smiles and Laughs, And enjoys being around people... She has no fears, No worries... She's a free spirit... But, The mask keeps what's under together... That happy girl is dead, She doesn't even exist... It's all an illusion, It's just in your mind... Remember that, Throughout this story...