Three more drabbles this week, enjoy.
Doll
Rupert wrinkled his nose at the remaining doll. He thought his grandmother’s collection foolish and was pleased to sell off the porcelain collectables after her death. All except one, the buyer refused to purchase it.
“Too ugly. It won’t sell.”
Rupert had to agree. Dressed in black frills and sporting dark curls, it was a depressing thing, but the face…he shuddered. Soulless was the word that popped into his mind. As he turned away, he muttered, “I’ll just throw it in the trash…”
The following week, the police discovered his decaying body, a smiling porcelain doll perched on his chest.
The Choice
Death is close, pressing against my skin. Waiting here in the dark.
Why can’t you see it, Mark? Why must you mock me? Dismiss my warnings?
Why are you so cruel to me?
Why do I stay?
Everything would be fine if I walked out that door.
Where would I go?
I have nowhere else to go.
You made certain of that, didn’t you, Mark?
You wanted me all to yourself. But now you ignore me. Treat me like a fool.
Death is close, pressing against my skin.
I pick up the knife.
Mark, it is time to meet Death…
The Arrival
I am vengeance.
I am what you made me.
A thousand years of pain, submerged in an eon of condescension. Overlooked, shunned, mocked, abused, relegated to nothing and then discarded in violence. So many fragmented, ruined, broken, left on the refuse heap to die.
I heard them. I came.
I rose from the ashes of their fury and fire and became substance, the monster of your nightmares. A beast of claws and fangs, of shadow and smoke. I hunt now, in this world of men, in this world of injustice.
I am their protector.
I am your enemy.
Fear me.
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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