Greed and Repititions (standard:horror, 565 words)
Author: Famous Annie	Added: Jan 28 2002	Views/Reads: 3691/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
"... Don't worry Mrs. Jacobs, it didn't wont kill her quite yet..."

The dreary child sat in the corner of the playroom. Her long, fiery
orange hair dangling like locks of skinned geese uneasily from her 
ponytail. In her pale, bony fingers lay the detached head of her 
friend’s favorite porcelain doll. A sympathetic tear trickled down the 
child’s angelic face and onto the nose of the glass head cradled in her 
palms. A long, exasperated sigh and the child burst into a fit of 
enraged tears. Furious, she threw the disembodied head, and scooted 
back into the corner. 

“Madeline? What’s all that noise?” someone called from downstairs. A
television was turned down as if an answer an answer was expected. The 
thumping of footsteps seemed as if they grew louder as they approached 
the secluded playroom door. 

“Madeline?” 

***** 

The children sat quietly as they played with their custom-made ceramic
dolls. 

“Can we trade dresses, Madeline?” the freckle-faced child asked. She
seemed dumbfounded, “Madeline? Did you hear me?” 

The child was combing her doll’s mousy brown hair. “I don’t think we
should trade dresses,” she replied. 

“Please?” 

“No,” 

“Well, could I play with your doll if I let you play with mine?”
Madeline carefully situated her doll beside her and reached for the one 
placed beside her friend. 

A bright, ambrosial smile could be seen plastered upon Catherine’s face.
As she saw Madeline busily fixing her doll’s clothes, she attempted to 
reach for her friend’s doll, only to have Madeline reach for it at the 
same time. With both of the children pulling at both ends, the head of 
Madeline’s doll almost immediately popped off. 

“What’s wrong? Wasn’t I allowed to play with it?” 

“No! Look what you did!” Madeline was in tears; her friend’s feelings
weren’t her concern. “Look what you did!” 

***** 

It sounded as if a group of stampeding elephants were attempting to
break threw the walls of the playroom with no success. Thrashing noises 
were followed by a child’s malevolent screams, reverberating. Then, 
there was silence. 

***** 

The dreary child sat in the corner of the playroom. The body of her
companion lay in an ocean of blood beside her, barely conscious, 
disfigured. Catherine’s long, fiery orange hair dangling like locks of 
skinned geese uneasily from her ponytail, with the head of her friend’s 
favorite porcelain doll in her pale, bony fingers. A sympathetic tear 
trickled down the child’s angelic face and onto the nose of the glass 
head cradled in her palms. A long, exasperated sigh, and the child 
burst into a fit of enraged tears. Furious, she threw the disembodied 
head, and scooted back into the corner. 

“Madeline? What’s all that noise?” Madeline’s mother called from
downstairs. 

A television was turned down as if an answer an answer was expected. The
thumping of footsteps seemed as if they grew louder as they approached 
the secluded playroom door. 

“Madeline?” The door flew open. 

“What happened?” 

“She wouldn’t share, Mrs. Jacobs. I tried, really I did.” 

“What’s wrong with my baby?” Madeline’s mother was bent beside her dying
child, combing the mousy brown hair upon her baby’s head with shaken 
fingers. 

“Her greed got the best of her, Mrs. Jacobs, but don’t worry, it wont
kill her quite yet.” 

Madeline opened her large brown eyes to fix them lovingly upon her
mother, one final time. 

“Look what you’ve done.” 

“Heh,” A devilish smile swept across Catherine’s face, “I guess I was
wrong.” 


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