Story i wrote for my Honnors english class (i suck please read it)
The doll
I SAW IT! I SAW IT MOVE! I SAW IT! I SAW IT! IT'S OUT TO GET ME! WHY WONT YOU BELIEVE ME?!?! I'm not crazy, no no no IM not crazy YOU are crazy. I'm perfectly sane, yes, very sane. I saw that doll move, my eyes do not deceive me- they never do! They say, "Objects cannot move" in mocking tones as they scrutinize my story. I thought that once, but now no more; That horrid day from which this story had begun was one that no one ever believed today. It was...a chilly day, autumn perhaps, yes. A chilly autumn night, the sun was setting,and the house was quite silent. Everyone was doing their own thing, and I sat in one of the rooms chatting away with my beloved sister, nothing out of the ordinary no but something made me scared. What could make me so uncomfortable and frightened on such a peaceful night? It was the doll. It sat on a shelf in the room, it felt like it was watching me, my every move and glance- I KNOW IT WAS LOOKING. No one ever noticed anything weird about it, said it was "Just an old porcelain doll," trying to reassure my fears, but they refused to see my point of view or hear my story one more time. As we sat upon the couch in the room, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the doll until my dear beloved sister broke me out of it, and I finally turned my gaze away from that wretched doll. "Dude, it's just a doll, it's not spooky or freaky, and it 100%. Can't. Move," she says seriously, she had been tired of my fears and endless rants regarding the doll. She rose to her feet and walked over to the shelf where the doll sat and gently took it, "You're afraid of THIS?" She asked, annoyed as she moved closer to me. "It's creepy! It looks like it'd kill me in my sleep." I angrily yelled back, and with one swift motion, I ripped the doll out of her hand when she brought it closer and threw it at the wall, shattering it into small bits and pieces. Allas, this shall be the day when my peace starts, it's gone, IT'S FINALLY GONE. "What the hell?!?" my sister yelled. She was upset and rightfully so, because that doll was our mother's, and she surely would be mad. But even with her yelling and the later punishment that came with my actions, I couldn't care less. All I could think about was that I was free from it. But ooooooh oh was I wrong, because even though the night before no one had yet to clean the shards, in the morning they were gone. Weird, but I didnt think much of it until I started to eat my breakfast and bit into something hard and sharp, pulling it out of my mouth revealed it to be a piece of porcelain. Was it a sick joke? How did that get there? Uneasy, I threw the food away, but the weird things didnt stop- IT WAS EVERYWHERE! IN MY BED! IN MY FOOD! IN MY SHOES! I COULDN'T ESCAPE IT! It's a sick joke... yes, yes, YES YES! It can't be anything else, no....could it be getting revenge? NO! I DID WHAT I HAD TO! IT MUST BE HERE SOMEHOW TO TORTURE ME LIKE THIS! I tore the house to shreds. It had to be somewhere. ANYWHERE! I could almost hear it laughing at my misery, my pain, and suffering! For days, this happened anywhere I went; I found bits and pieces of that wretched doll in my way, pestering my life. I could still feel its eyes on me even when alone. No one believed me. NO ONE. They didnt see the shards. No, they lived their lives peacefully while I suffered... Another day came, and I was tearing the house apart again, looking for the doll, until I heard a knock on the door. Opening the door, I saw people with kind smiles asking me about my story. I sat them down and told them, as I told the story, I saw the doll behind one of the people, sitting in perfect conditions. I screamed and yelled that it was there, but when they turned around, they didnt see it.. They said they believed my story and wanted me to come with them, so I did. I was overjoyed, but as they drove me off, I saw the doll in the window waving me goodbye. But when I yelled for them to stop so I could show them, their fake smiles faded, and they said they wouldn't take me home. I screamed and yelled and clawed at the locked doors of the car until my fingers were bloody. For my actions, they put me in a white long-sleeved shirt where I couldn't use my hands, and as I sat in a blank white room rocking back and forth to calm myself, I could still hear it laugh at me, mocking me. It's alive and out to get me, but no one would believe me
ABSOLUTE CINEMA THIS IS SO PEAK BETTER THAN ANYTHIJG IVE EVER READ YOU NEED TO MAKE THIS INTO A BOOK🙏 Matter of fact, I was climbing to the top of mount everest and wanted to know how far away I was from the top, so I asked another climber what point we were at. They showed me this story and I proudly smiled, because I knew I was at the peak. Shakespeare looked at this and ripped up his writing, because even when he tried to copy you he couldn’t reach your level. I sent this in to JK Rowling and she returned every book she ever released because your writing showed the flaws in hers. Horror stories are heavily inspired by this peice of work and it is only 1% of your skill. You made the idea of unreliable narrarator. The end credits of chucky had your name in them because your story inspired it. I read this and was obliterated into peices, because this is too good for my lowly being to comprehend. When people think of perfect, they think of your writing.
Lol its actually kinda inspired by it kinda idk. We read both the black cat and the story you said and then we were told to write our own horror stories.
yah I did, one thing I liked is that the doll never really directly attacks the main character, cuz if it did then the reader would be totally sure that the main characters worries are real
But because the doll doesnt you aren't totally sure to trust the main character
+ the dolls appearences are subtle enough to where it is plausible that no one would believe the mc but also understandable as to where the mc goes mad
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Cloudy
ABSOLUTE CINEMA THIS IS SO PEAK BETTER THAN ANYTHIJG IVE EVER READ YOU NEED TO MAKE THIS INTO A BOOK🙏 Matter of fact, I was climbing to the top of mount everest and wanted to know how far away I was from the top, so I asked another climber what point we were at. They showed me this story and I proudly smiled, because I knew I was at the peak. Shakespeare looked at this and ripped up his writing, because even when he tried to copy you he couldn’t reach your level. I sent this in to JK Rowling and she returned every book she ever released because your writing showed the flaws in hers. Horror stories are heavily inspired by this peice of work and it is only 1% of your skill. You made the idea of unreliable narrarator. The end credits of chucky had your name in them because your story inspired it. I read this and was obliterated into peices, because this is too good for my lowly being to comprehend. When people think of perfect, they think of your writing.
Chat my sis is my #1 glazer trust its not even that good
🥹(she totally didnt write this chat)
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Ronbonco
OMG YES UNREALABLE NARRATOR!!!!
You literally cooked with this one, (at least I really enjoyed it)
Hope you got an A for this!
Omg thank you!!! Im really proud of this story and im very happy you liked it !^^ thank you for reading it
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Expiredbug
yo bud im sure that story is fire, but PLEASE break up that text some more
My bad🙏
I swear its broken up better in my actual essay and shit I just was too lazy to do it here🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Idk how i made it into honors lmao
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im sorry my eyes just strain like crazy when I see a wall of text
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Thats so real dw I get it im like that too
I changed it so its kinda easier to read lol, its more bold
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thanks! just read it, it sorta reminds me of that edgar allan poe story ''the tell-tale heart''
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Lol its actually kinda inspired by it kinda idk. We read both the black cat and the story you said and then we were told to write our own horror stories.
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Did you like it?
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The story was heavily based off my experience of seeing a doll move and no one believing me, except im like not crazy and didnt break the doll lol
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yah I did, one thing I liked is that the doll never really directly attacks the main character, cuz if it did then the reader would be totally sure that the main characters worries are real
But because the doll doesnt you aren't totally sure to trust the main character
+ the dolls appearences are subtle enough to where it is plausible that no one would believe the mc but also understandable as to where the mc goes mad
uhh I dont think what I said made total sense
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Nah everything you said makes sense and it makes me so happy that you liked it <33
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Nah everything you said makes sense and it makes me so happy that you liked it <33
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I kinda wanted to make it seem like the doll could possibly be a fragment of thier imagination after the whole breaking it thing
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Oh and I wanted to have an unreliable narrator
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Oh and I wanted to have an unreliable narrator
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I love when stories have unreliable narrators
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SAME!!!
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