Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25847009-20150422151349

Year 2001

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It all began when I was 4 years old and got a doll for my birthday. It made me so happy to see that I got my own doll and could sleep better at night knowing i got my own partner to watch my back against the monsters of the dark. It had appealing features like how it looked like a raggedy Andy doll and how its nose was very nice to look at since it was triangular. At times the house gets lonely since both my parents work while I stayed at home but that doll seamed to make it more crowded and I could finally use my imagination to make life a happy place.

I would often pretend that we were men of the Apartheid years army like where my dad used to fight. And we would hunt down teams of rebels to make the country save for the government and its people.

One night however, I was awakened by a loud noise and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw my doll fall from the top bunk of my bed. I always put him on the top bed so he could have a better view of the monster and then go down to kick their butts.

After he fell, he started to crawl under the bed. I found myself paralyzed in fear as I start to think rationally. How did he fall off the bed, I thought and as I start to think he comes out of the bottom of the bed but he didn't look like the doll I got. He now had pointy ears and crawled faster then when he went under my bed.

I tried to scream but nothing came out. It was only after he got the the middle of my room that I was able to get out a scream loud enough to wake up my parents and they ran down the hall to switch on my room's light switch. When I looked at my doll again it was not in a crawling stance anymore but sitting facing my parents direction.

The next morning I pushed the doll out of the window, but my parents angrily gave it back to me after they found it. Next I tried to throw it over our house's wall, but the next day I found it back on the top bunk of my bed and then in one final attempt I told it to stay away from me and I again threw it over the wall like last time, It worked.

After it was all over I could sleep in peace knowing that it was gone.

Year 2004

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My friend Susanna got a new doll today and she just cannot stop talking about their adventures in the Apartheid war.

I'm almost jealous because she keeps on telling me about his cool triangle nose and that almost reminds me of something that was as red as a potato.

Year 2007

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Susanna was orphaned today after her parents were murdered. The police thinks that it might have been an armed burglar that broke in and killed the two parents while they were sleeping and left because he triggered an alarm while trying to take his first prize.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2919,3091,0,0]}">When Susanna was asked to describe the suspect, she pointed at the doll that was sitting on her parent's bed staring at the pillows where the two adults rested their heads.

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