Day 5: The Dollhouse.
This was partially inspired by a dream I had last night, the dream was very different than this. The only common factor is the dolls.
By: h_johanna
Rating: g
Wordcount: 178
Warnings: dolls?
Disclaimer:Rawr, mine and mine alone.
The dollhouse
We wait. We wait. We wait for hours and we wait for days. Will you not play with us? Do you not love us anymore? Has the flashing screen stolen you away from us? Through our tiny windows we watch. With our unblinking eyes we see. How long has it been? How long has it been, a year or three? You play with plastic consoles and no longer brush our hair. Where have the stories gone? Oh little child, where have our stories gone?
We hate. We hate. Boys come in. Boys touch your hair. You smear make-up on your face. You look like us now, but you make us wait. From our darkness we watch. Oh little child, not so little anymore. How can you let just be what you loved before? It has been so long, more than a year or six. If our plastic mouth could scream, we would. If we could walk to come and get you, we should. We’d make you sorry. We’d make you scream. We would come back in every dream.
By: h_johanna
Rating: g
Wordcount: 178
Warnings: dolls?
Disclaimer:Rawr, mine and mine alone.
The dollhouse
We wait. We wait. We wait for hours and we wait for days. Will you not play with us? Do you not love us anymore? Has the flashing screen stolen you away from us? Through our tiny windows we watch. With our unblinking eyes we see. How long has it been? How long has it been, a year or three? You play with plastic consoles and no longer brush our hair. Where have the stories gone? Oh little child, where have our stories gone?
We hate. We hate. Boys come in. Boys touch your hair. You smear make-up on your face. You look like us now, but you make us wait. From our darkness we watch. Oh little child, not so little anymore. How can you let just be what you loved before? It has been so long, more than a year or six. If our plastic mouth could scream, we would. If we could walk to come and get you, we should. We’d make you sorry. We’d make you scream. We would come back in every dream.