Welcome to Friday and this week's edition of Five Sentence Fiction. This week's prompt is malice. If you'd like to learn more about Five Sentence Fiction, or give it a try yourself, just visit Lillie McFerrin Writes. Enjoy!
She didn't have the heart to tell her mother she didn't like the doll, not when she looked so excited and hopeful. But really, didn't her mother realize she was way too old for dolls? And besides, it was creepy, with its wide unblinking eyes and cruel little painted on smile.
She carried the hideous porcelain creature upstairs, feigning excitement, and stashed it in the closet. She didn't like the way it stared at her, the way it almost seemed to move just as she was turning away...
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Good start, but makes me want to know more about the relationship between the girl and the doll...the perceived feeling of malice.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm glad it made you want to know more, that's what I was going for. :)
DeleteLoved it!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks! :)
DeleteOoh, creepy! I'm not so keen on those dolls myself!
ReplyDeleteThank you!! Me neither, they creep me right out!!
DeleteI have always loved dolls, but sometimes the porcelain ones are kind of creepy. Which makes me love them even more!
ReplyDeleteThat's true! They're creepiness gives them value!
DeleteOh Lord. I meant their. Sheesh.
DeleteOh man, I had one of those dolls and it still creeps me out when I think about her. She had a houndstooth jumpsuit on and blonde hair and those eyes always haunted me!! Now I'll have nightmares ;)
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