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myOtaku.com: PerpetualWolfSage
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
While i write this, there is a small porcelain doll sitting on my desk. ON the back, there is a small windup ring, when rotated and released, a little tune emits like a soothing lullaby. The mechanical fixation in the doll also allows her to sway from side to side, as if she's dancing in her seat.
The melody is soothing, yet somewhat...eerie, and at some point feels as if it can lead to something sinister. It's as if it's giving a warning, with everything good, comes something bad.
The only thing about this collectable wind up toy, is that she started all by herself, and on her last round of musical embrace, she toppled over onto her side, her soft glass face, only saved from a ruptorious finish by a book that held her weight from falling to the ground.
I stared at her lullness and after a few minutes of still, her legs looked as if they could and were moving. I imagined her, pushing herself back up again with a gentle hand, and opening her eyes to a scarlet, bloodshot iris, fire burning behind them. Her curling smile was now from ear to ear, unveiling jagged, fanglike teeth, wanting to impale my skin and spray blood onto her frilly pink dress as proof of her murder.
Flailing frantically, I tried to get away. Running as fast as i could to nowhere, anywhere but near that doll. With my running start, I took to the air, feeling accomplished of escaping her wrath. immoblie in the sky, I waited for any sign of the evil soul. Anything with a soul, you feel a presence, the tingling down my spine, and I turned. Falling, i looked to my abdomen, my hands uncovered a bloody spot, spinning in the air as i lost control, I was diminishing to the ground.
Closer and closer to the earth, I felt a numbing sensation overcome my body. I could feel nothing but the soft bed, as I crashed onto it with a thump.
Awake, I felt the last bounces of my harsh landing. My eyes opened to the stare of the little porcelain doll, sitting on my shelf across the room.
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