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A doll in the shower. And it sings its little heart out. Nearing screaming. Nearing sobbing. Its witch sits outside the door and listens. A painful song. But she doesn't interrupt. She doesn't join in, as much as she wants to. She just listens.

A doll and witch sitting in front of a fire. They nurse cups of hot chocolate as they while the night away. In the background, a television plays a movie. But who knows if the pair is truly watching. Perhaps they're just content to sit with each other!

A doll that has learned to live with itself. It remembers times when it couldn't bear to look in the mirror. When it wanted nothing more than to tear away every sticky cell that felt anything like itself. But nowadays... With the help of medicine, it isn't as painful anymore.

A reminder. These dolls and witch are, for the most part, silhouettes. Outlines to be played by whatever actors the reader's heart desires. Some are human. Some are not. Some are porcelain, others plastic, sometimes made of metal, even wood, sometimes they are just plush.

A doll plateauing. This is as high as it will go. Even if it does its very best, it won't go any higher than where it is now. It looks down at its hands. And manages a smile. Maybe a brave attempt at quieting its hopelessness.

A doll having written another 365 stories. In fact, it's written 380 by this point! Today makes 381. ... The anniversary of when this endeavour started came and went without it realizing it. ...

The doll wakes from its slumber. And it goes to prepare its witch a cup of tea. She's been struggling of late. Not writing a story everyday like she used to. It's worried for her. But it doesn't know what it can do outside of... Just being there for her.

"From nothing, I mold life." The doll looks to its witch. She's sitting at her computer, staring at a blank page! Oh! T he doll knows exactly what she's doing! And it doesn't interrupt! It acts as if everything were normal!

A doll that hugs another doll! The doll doesn't hug back! it's entirely focused on not spilling the tea it was pouring! this was a rather poorly timed hug!

A witch and a doll. And the witch, he... He hugs his doll tightly. The doll asks what's wrong! He just... closes his eyes and hugs it tighter. And the doll returns the embrace. Brushing out his hair with a hand. Rubbing his back with the other.

A doll that raises its glass to the bartender. "Cheers, mate." The bartender nods and responds, continuing to clean a used glass. "Cheers." The doll nods and knocks back the drink. Its witch notices, raises her glass, and knocks back her drink as well.

A doll scrolling through Reddit - And its witch snatches away its phone! The doll just looks at its hands. A little shocked. Then its hands fall. It takes a deep breath. And sighs. Its witch tries to give it back its phone. But it doesn't take the phone from her hands.

A witch curled up into a ball. Huddled beneath blankets. His doll knocks on his door. He instructs it to enter. And so it does, a pair of cups in hand. The witch sits up in bed, still holding his blankets close around him. The doll trips -

A doll. It draws aimless lines across a page. Aimless defiance against blank page syndrome. But, in spite of everything, it has made a mark. Like its witch, when she first learned to use magic.