Short Story: All Dolled Up
As I plug away at other writing projects, I figured this might be a good spot to dump some old short stories I wrote for classes. Here's one inspired by the Fleming Museum's collection of creepy dolls: All Dolled Up By Casey June The first thing I notice about the doll is her eye. It is hollow. Both of them are, but the eye on the right has an extra chip taken out of the face, an uncomfortable touch of asymmetry. The doll’s dark interior clashes with the gleaming porcelain of its skin, though even that is starting to yellow and peel. I scratch my own cheek at the thought of it as if to check that it is still whole and intact. The doll doesn’t seem bothered by her unpleasant appearance. She stands against a wall swaying to some silent music, her gentle curls and gallant dress keeping the same time, drifting to and fro like ghosts. “Dude, do you know who invited her?” Derek’s voice booms out from next to me and a few inches above my height...