Shattered Visage: A Short Story

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A Shattered Visage Once upon a time, a little girl got everything She wanted. She was the envy and desire of her friends. She flaunted what She had, and with any quick motion could strike jealousy into the most unresentful a woman. She would tear them down with a glance, Make concern where freedom used to be. She was good at it. Even great. She enjoyed, the way people would stare at her and how She would feel when he light was drawn out of someone’s face. When a girl’s face would turn pale, stricken with self-loathing. The girls weren’t jealous, they were concerned, even, angry with themselves for not having everything She did. Sucking the air out of a room, leaving anyone left to die of suffocation. She defined the “doggy dog world” everyone …show more content…

When She painted the doll, She was meticulous in her work and did it swiftly without a smudge. That was the only doll She took with her, She taught the doll to be like her. The doll would be her when ready. Then, She found another doll much prettier and kinder than the last. The new doll was a boy, who was tall and extremely new. The old doll was cast aside and remembered from time to time, but She was not cared for, or polished, or loved, or even repaired. The new doll was, though. The old doll got a chip, on her leg. That spread into a crack down her spine. Then transformed her into an old ugly hag of a doll. After years of mal maintenance, the old doll was so disfigured that it began to crumble. The doll that She cared for so much crumbed from the head toppled onto the ground and shattered. She ran over to see what happened, her old doll she remembered had crashed, just like the others. Oh, maybe she should have cared for the doll, repaired the doll, polished the doll or loved the doll. But she didn’t, She tossed it away like an old flame, a blast from the past that no one remembered but would relive in their mind, a fractured visage that everyone winced upon a look.

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