Porcelain
The room hangs a stale air of porcelain. Chris places a foot onto the whitewashed tiles and looks around. Hundreds of dolls sat around. Some with heads looming. Some with a forward gaze of oblivion. Chris places his hands on one of the dolls, lowers his head, and quietly cries.
Await
Sam waits where he is supposed to. The fountain sprinkles little droplets of water onto his back, keeping the midday heat at bay. It is lunch hour and the office unleashes its hungry workers into the awaiting cafeterias. Sam places his nose under his paws, and continues his wait.
Between Sleep and Death
It is a light like none of them has ever seen. They understood what they were seeing and knew that they were really dead. All of them weren’t naked but neither were they clothed. In fact, they had no physical form at all. In earthly terms, they call this state, soul.
John Doe
John stumbles toward the nearest toilet. His head is spinning and his lunch is in his throat. He finally finds a toilet but in his moment of desperation he throws up in a messy urinal. He wipes the blood from his chin. He knows that this is just the beginning.
The Crazy Diamond
Whiskey and beer bottles littered the floor. Syd lies on the floor in his underwear, smoking a cigarette. It would seem as if Syd wouldn’t be able to do anything but he rolls over, picks up a pen and starts writing.”Come See Emily Play” the heading said in bold.
These are excellent pieces of writing. I’m taken by surprise with the strength of some of them, particularly “Porcelain.” It’s interesting the way you’re able to contrast the silent nothingness of the doll’s faces with your main character’s emotional state. Was that your intention all along?