"I really don't see why your dollhouse needs to be 1:10 scale," Jose grumbled as he surveyed the wood-and-glue staircase that Sandra had erected in the middle of the garage.

"I'm thinking it needs a bit more support here," Sandra pointed to the middle stair, ignoring his complaints. "Pass me the staple gun, will you?"

"When are you going to make the dolls?" Jose wondered.

"Silly," Sandra chided him. "I'm not going to MAKE the dolls. They'll come by themselves."


Sandra smiled mysteriously. "You'll see."

Jose shrugged.

"By the way, you probably shouldn't come down here at night."


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Galen over 11 years ago

Oh please post part 2 asap.

Aureliana about 11 years ago

Oooh this is spooky; brings back childhood fears of the nocturnal activities of dolls which I never particularly wanted, in too-large miniature houses with too-dark miniature windows (I knew, in the Supreme Knowledge of Extreme Youth, that they would come alive and... do stuff. I could not fathom what; just "knowing" that they did not remain inanimate was enough to utterly terrify me, and keep me awake staring at the doll house, waiting...).


This is so perfectly simple, which is what makes it brilliant. :) I would love a sequel, but then again it may ruin it, if that makes sense. What the mind can come up with is always far better than what is actually known and "seen" in the mind's eye.

Thank you for this; what great fun to be back at 5 years old again, wondering for a moment "what if...?". :)

the-arraignment (joined over 11 years ago)

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They crouched to peer beneath the stairs.
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