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The Porcelain Doll
~ Short Story by Ember




The Porcelain Doll sat on her shelf, looking over the room.

Every day.

She did not move.

She did not speak, or blink her glass eyes.

She listened.

She watched.

And she wished.

If she had joints like the other dolls, she would be able to move from her high perch at night, when the old man went to bed and turned off the light in this little workshop.

The sun shone in beams through the little round window next to the desk at which the man worked. The Porcelain Doll watched him work every day, making beautiful dolls for little girls all over the world. He gave those dolls delicate joints, and eyelids that blinked, and dressed them in the most exquisite cloth dresses.

All the Porcelain Doll could do was sit and watch the sun’s angle get larger, or smaller depending on your point of reference.

She’d lost count of the days she’d been sitting on this high shelf.

There was dust collecting on her baby blue dress, and in her golden curls. Her vision had been blurred due to a film of dust on her eyes as well.

One morning when the old man came into the workshop to work on a doll, he hummed a gentle tune under his breath.

“Hello, my beauty. Let us make you even more beautiful, to make some little girl very happy.” He took up the doll he was working on, and took up the tiny paintbrush, to do what he did best.

The Porcelain Doll would have sighed, had she had a set of lungs to do it with. The old man hadn’t taken her down from her perch in many years. He’d used to have her right on his desk; she could always see the delightful smile on his face as he worked on his dolls. But now all she could see was his back, hunched over his work.

He’d used to glance up at her rosy-cheeked smile often, and smile at the memories.

You see, the Porcelain Doll had been the man’s first creation, back when he’d been full of the spring of youth. He’d painstakingly crafted her limbs and face, chosen the brightest blue glass eyes to place in it, and even…

A heart.

While the other dolls had joints and moving parts, she had a little stuffed cloth heart in her chest. The clock that still ticked away like a heartbeat filled the Porcelain Doll’s ears all the time. She remembered the day the old man had put that clock in. He hadn’t known how much of a blessing and a curse it had been.

She could hear, and she could see and feel the hard wood she sat on… but she could not move.

She clouldn’t follow the old man’s back as he moved out of her line of site, or blink away the dust that irritated her glass eyes.

She couldn’t open her mouth, and say, “I Love You.”

She had a heart but it was trapped, stuck on this shelf and never able to see the sun as it truly was meant to be seen.

It had been fine, when she had her special spot on his desk.

But then one day the cat had knocked her off her perch to the tabletop. When He came into the workshop the next morning to work on a doll, he’d found her, her left arm broken off and the clock in her heart ticking through the hole.

He had put her up on this shelf then, to fix her later.

But as time went by, he must have forgotten all about her; his precious first creation.

She would have cried, but had no tear ducts with which to do it.

Today as she watched Him work, she longed to be set on that desk again. She wanted to make sure he still had the same joyful expression on his face when he worked. If she knew that, she would have been complete.

But the Porcelain Doll never got to see his working face again.

He paused in his work for a moment, and set the doll in his hands down. He stood up, and turned to face the shelf she sat on, and her cloth heart leapt.

He was coming to get her! She would finally be remembered! Finally get to feel his gentle, work worn hands stroke her hair.

But he stopped, and clutched his chest. The Porcelain Doll wanted to scream out his name. He fell to the ground, shook momentarily, and then lay still. Completely still, just like her.

As she sat there on that shelf, unable to do anything, the little clock in her heart stopped ticking slowly as the rusted gears finally stopped working.

She was glad to be set free… she could see him again, this way. She wouldn’t have to sit on that shelf, unable to do a thing.

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Two days later, when a relative of the old man entered the room with his wife and daughter, all dressed in black, the little girl looked around. She’d received a doll from her Great Uncle on her eighth birthday, two years ago.

She looked up. A flash of gold caught her attention, and she pulled a chair under the shelf.

She climbed up, and came face to face with the Porcelain Doll. She reached out and gently took her fragile fragments in her hands, blowing on her. The dust grew wings and took flight, making visible the beam of light shining through the window.

The girl held the little Porcelain Doll out to her father, then set her on the work table and signed with her now free hands, “Can we fix her?”

Her father smiled and nodded, taking the Porcelain Doll in his hands, and inspecting the spot where her arm had broken off. “With a little bit of glue, she’ll be as good as new, Darling.”

The ten-year-old girl smiled, and held the Porcelain Doll in her hands the rest of the day.

She could have sworn a few times she heard the ghost of a clock ticking away steadily as she gently began to dust off the Porcelain Doll’s baby blue dress and golden curls, removing that film of dust over her clear, blue eyes.


... FiN ...

Posted 10/24/09 , edited 10/24/09
DIFFERENT.
:D
BUT I LIKE VERYY MUCH <3
LIVEEEE, DOLL T^T LIVEEEE

and... idk why but while i was reading White Picket Fence it kinda made me THINK tha sentence down there made you inspired to write your story ^^

She had golden curls that poured down to her mid back, and blue eyes so light and clear that Mirrium compared them to a collection of shards of broken mirror.

Maybe bcuzzz of tha "Golden curls," and "Blue eyes"
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oohhh, no =w=
This song inspired me ::
CLICKETH!

The whole "sitting on a shelf" part just made me go BOOM! IDEA!
^^

And so it would be a doll sitting on the shelf, and porcelain dolls are so pretty, so I used that =w=
And they have glass eyes XD
And I decided to use the cliche golden haired, blue eyed doll with a light blue dress =w=
Posted 10/24/09
OOoo-ooo TRUEEEE O:
Owo but...now YOU are makin meh wanna write a ubershort story D: hmmm...i think i already got a plot <3
but it ends in Tragedy.
As always.
Like my life.
LMAOOO EMOOOOO KOKOCHANNN!?!
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Posted 10/24/09
AHAHAH AND THE INFLUENCE SPREADS!
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Posted 11/29/09
good story i wonder if the dolls alive or not???????
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Posted 1/3/10
Wait, i don't understand, was the doll alive or something?? o.o
or maybe the old man's life was HER life?? im confused x__X
( Now it make me think of my stuffed animals... i HATE to call them stuffed animals cuz thats just..ugh >.<
and some of them are even ANIMALS cuz some are mystical ones anyways, it makes me thinks of my
"stuffed animals" cuz i havent played with them in a long time,maybe cuz im sorta old for them but i know some people still
treasure some,and i think right now " if they could talk, would they be the same as that porcelain doll ? " ... i feel so guilty now Dx )
But that a very good story though. ;]
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Posted 1/3/10
ireadittt♥
ireallyresllyreally l♥ved it! >w<
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@ Aqua-chii :: Ahhhhh, that is for the reader to determine for themselves ^^
It's sorta one of those existential, "was it this way or this way" stories ^^
And yeah, it was sorta that kind of thinking that inspired me, along with the lyrics to a song I love ^^ I have tons of stuffed beings (lol is that a better term?) and I still love all of them but I don't play with all of them or hug them or anything much anymore D:I only keep 5 of them on my bed anymore and I only hug one of them at night =w=
I feel guilty too T___T
But yeah I dunno maybe it's weird but I think of my stuffed buddies as living things sometimes =w=
And thanks ^^


@ Kinnie :: THANKS <3
Glad you liked it :3
Posted 1/4/10
L O L
aahahaa. . .
i've yet to make a "Makes you think" story xD
or or TEARJERKER LIKE WISHING WELL >=]
yet to search within meh soul and write such beautifulness..ness owo
..........wat? XD

ANDYWAY.
i DID make a myt xD
ijust think it failsss..
and wen i read it LOL.. i was like, "WELL...it DOES MAKE YOU THINK ABOUT IF YOU SHOULD THINK ABOUT SOMETHING"

LMAOO
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Posted 1/4/10
lmao WHAT?? XDDD
Put it up!
I wanna think about whether I should think about something! 8D
Posted 1/4/10
LMao BUT IT FAILSSSSSSSS!
mkay fiiiiiine =w=
ima teey & find it somewhere buried deep xD
Posted 11/15/10
iloveeeeeiitteeehh<333333 T3T
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Posted 12/5/10
It is a very cute story!
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Posted 12/5/10
Owo
Wasn't really going for... cute... but more tragically hopeful? |D
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