Porcelaindoll Stories

The doll that fits me doesn't look like me. It must be different from all the others because I too, do not fit in. I'd like a doll as unique as no other.

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?

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.

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

Turns out a particular doll named Roland Coventry was able to see and think. We visit his perspective of living.

Just a random conversation I was having with myself while pondering the meaning of life and why were we alive if we are all going to die some day.

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

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!♡)

Short stories that will grasp your attention and wish for more.

Your being help hostage by a crazy man obsessed with porcelain dolls. Will you survive his sick twisted game?

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"

A young girl named Natalie Smith is given a doll with pretty green eyes.. the doll may have a special secret to her.. that could explain the strange things that happen in their home..

He was brave and tall and she was as delicate as a porcelain doll. [Modern take on Southern Slavic fairies - so called: "vile"] ❗English isn't my first language❗ [COMING SOON] [Word count: ~] ©astronarry

Hm. My first story to be put on here. ~ A stunning woman from the Edo Period in Japan, finds a beautiful porcelian doll that looks identical to her, and grabs her attention immediately. She never expected for her to become obsessed and trapped.

Quinn is broken. Her mind is wiped clean of memories. She suffers from vivid delusional attacks that seem to strike at any moment. Whether they are real or fictional are still a mystery. But she knows one thing. Everything she's been told is a lie. And she's so tangled up in the lies that she can't quite peel herself from the web spun around her. She needs to glue herself back together. Piece by piece. But she needs help. And when an edgy, pierced Alex walks into the scene Quinn finds herself interlaced in in the life of dark mysterious emo chick who somehow knows more about her than she does herself. Can Quinn fix the cracks in her mind? Or will she die searching for the answer?

Being trapped in expectations

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"