The Doll Collector
I’ve never possessed the ability to discern differences between the living and my dollies. I knew that the ones who moved and screamed were probably breathing specimens but that wasn’t a hard rule. More a guideline.
My old collection was gone. Abolished by the artless in a greedy furnace. My darling dollies. They worshipped me; their loving, well endowed Daddy.
My new collection will have teeth smashed from maiden’s faces and I’ll invite [abduct] the descendants of those who destroyed my first collection to a special tea party where my dollies will drink their vulgar vitae from mouldy plastic cups.
- Category: Horror, Chillers & Ghost Stories
10 comments add one below
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Rodindeadpan over 9 years ago
Disturbing....just the way I like it.
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Thank you for taking the time to read, vote and comment, Rodindeadpan. :-)
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Thanks, Chloe.
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Josh Peters over 9 years ago
"...their loving, well endowed daddy."
Lovely.
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Cheers, Josh. Always a pleasure to get your feedback, sir. :-)
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Rodindeadpan over 9 years ago
Chloe is gone! Tragic....
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Richard Charles Davidson over 9 years ago
How is Chloe gone?
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Hmmm. Getting a ominous sense of déjà vu here. I went through this a couple of months ago on another site that I post drabbles on. A girl calling herself “Nina” criticised my writing as being too bland, too banal, too ordinary. When I told her that I was sorry that she didn’t like my writing, she deleted her account.
:-(
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Rodindeadpan over 9 years ago
The Doll Collector got them!
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Rodindeadpan over 9 years ago
The Doll Collector got Nina and Chloe I mean to say. Hated to see Chloe leave. She was a brilliant writer.
