No Strings on Thee

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a short story of love and how it can be found in the oddest of places.

Once there was a young boy who fell in love with a girl he cherished. She had skin like caramel, soft & creamy as a fresh made batch, hair like the warm glow of a winter fire, & blue eyes that sparkled like the dew on a field on an Irish morning. His mother was a seamstress & his father a merchant of different strings. One day, the boy asked him mother to teach him how to sew. His father overheard this & asked if he needed to fetch anything for the project.

With great pride, the boy orders some fiery red string for the hair, a piece of soft, supple leather, & 2 sparkly buttons when his father returned, the boy paid him the 3 copers he had stored away. The boy spent weeks learning his mothers craft. After had mastered the art, he set forth on crafting the doll. The boy worked from sun up, ‘til deep into the night, just to make sure each stitch was perfect.

Early morning came. The boys mother came to check on the progress & noticed he was sound asleep at his work bench with the doll completed, but the stuffing space was still opened. The stuffing space was in a peculiar spot. Why her son decided to stuff the doll through the head was beyond her, but she closed it secure & placed the doll into a lovely box the boy had picked out. What she didn’t know was her son had placed a drop of blood & a strand of hair within the doll, so he could always be with the girl he loved. When the boy awoke, he saw the package closed & bound with ribbon to secure it. He got dressed for school & headed out with his supplies, the box held firm under his arm.

On the way to school, the boy met up with the girl. “Here” he said sheepishly, then he dashed off, giddy that he had spoken to her. Even though they were best friends, something tingled inside whenever he saw her. When he got to school, he went to homeroom & sat at his desk…then doubt filled him. What if she doesn’t like it? What if she laughs because it looks stupid & then makes fun of me in front of the whole school? Just then, as his tears were about to break, there she was. Standing next to his desk. Holding the doll tight. He looked towards her face, what seemed like an eternity of time, & met her gaze. In his mind, she had a golden glow & all he could hear around him was the harmonic symphony of an angelic choir. Her lips were moving but he barely comprehended most of what she said. Then it happened…SHE KISSED HIM!!! He sat there frozen in time as the kiss ended, mouth still slightly open, the taste of her still on his lips. She blushed then walked away.

He hoped desperately to see her after school & he did. He couldn’t stop himself. He called to her & she lit up & began jogging toward him, still clutching the doll close…then it happened. His world came crashing down as, in slow motion, the doll came tumbling towards his feet then rolled to gently tap his shoe. In stunned silence he picked up the doll without even looking down, his gaze still locked on the scene before him. She was dead…& the car kept going. Later that night, he breathed his final breath, as he drained his body in the bathtub.

Years went by, & the doll went from home to home, child to child, never truly finding a home. The soft, supple leather slowly wore away until the doll was just a big knotted mess in the shape of a person. The string doll was finally discarded into the trash. “Who would ever want a knotted piece of trash like this?” were the final words spoken before the bag was tied shut. But not all stories are ended so simply. As fate would have it, the bag got torn open while being thrown into the garbage truck, & the doll tumbled out, only to get caught on a splinter of metal.

As the truck drove to different stops, the doll got jostled repeatedly. Eventually, the doll was released from its hanging prison & fell into a water filled pot hole that caused the truck to lurch. At the sight of the splash, a man with a long, shaggy beard gently scooped the doll out of the hole & held it close, so that his clothes could help dry the doll. He went back to the cardboard box he called home, all the while dodging people who shied away from him & insulted him. He set the doll down inside an empty box of matches. He tore off one of his sleeves & filled it with newspaper, then tied it off & placed it under the dolls head. He then tore off a piece of his pants & placed it over the doll. “There you go. Rest up little one, we have a big day tomorrow.” He said just before kissing the doll on the forehead.

The next morning the man was awoken by a soft humming. The song was so familiar yet he couldn’t place where it was rom. As he opened his eyes & they began to focus, he saw an adorable little girl hunched over fiddling with something. The girl looked over & met his gaze with a bright smile. “Good morning daddy. Did you sleep well?” the girl asked. The man, shocked & scared, slowly backed away for fear of the worst. “What’s wrong daddy? Don’t you recognize me? You rescued me last night”.

At this, the man calmed down enough to notice. Her hair was in knots, had the same look as the doll from the puddle. The girl has chocolate brown hair, creamy white skin, & emerald eyes, which shone of innocence but pain. “I’m sorry, little one. You gave me a start. What’s your name?” ”I don’t have a name.” she said as she looked down sadly, then back up with a big, eager grin. “You could give me a name since you’re my daddy”.

The man thought for a moment. “You shall be Morgan”. With a big gasp & a quick leap, Morgan tackled her new daddy with tears of joy in her eyes. Days turned into weeks, which turned into months. The two were inseparable. In the time since the man met Morgan, he had been offered a job, gotten them both off the street & into an apartment, gotten a vehicle, & had met someone, though he never spoke of exactly how he & Morgan met. Everything was looking better for both of them. The man married the woman, & she adored Morgan as much as the man did. A couple years went by. Mommy’s sister, Aunt Carrol, got sick. They decided to drive Tulsa to visit & help Aunt Carrol get better. Morgan was like a breath of fresh air. She brought a joyous atmosphere anywhere she went & always had everyone she met smiling within minutes.

Aunt Carrol got better & they decided to stay a few weeks more, just to be sure she was fully healed. While loading the car, Mommy noticed an errant string that was sticking out of Morgan’s headband. Thinking nothing of it, she pulled it, only to have Morgan flinch & say “OUCH”! She apologized to Morgan for pulling her hair accidentally & went back to helping load the car. As they headed home from Aunt Carrols in Tulsa, the windows of the jeep were open. Little Morgan was napping in the back seat with her head on the door, a lone string fluttered in the breeze, slowly growing longer until there was nothing left of her.


Submitted: November 18, 2021

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