the life of a marionette.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: February 06, 2016

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The puppeteers told the marionette to get up but the marionette lay still... It's strings cut... The puppeteers yelling at the marionette to dance, and the puppets dancing, in unison sung "The best of luck with the doll, and he shall know the wraith of The Great Puppeteers, o us of the blessedly blind, O bless and forgive yell the dolls as we ask that our strings never get cut." And the doll rose of the Flames fueled of the marionette. The doll had died... previously. The marionette wanted to scream, But how could it? With it's strings cut it couldn't do anything by itself. The puppeteers rip the arms of the marionette, but the only thing that it could do was dream. But dreams become nightmares, hope to despair, love to nothing, The next day a patron walks into the store and bought the marionette, it's hopes had returned from the fear. The marionette dreamed about its strings, and the patron fixed the strings of the Marionette. But the marionette realized how, the patron made new strings! "How amazing you wonderful owner!" But the Patron saw the Marionette's buttons "Are those buttons charred?" He thought, and so he re-made the buttons. And that night the marionette had a dream, the dream quite quickly died and rose a an evil nightmare, the night of The Puppeteers, burning him, humiliated him, destroyed all that was the marionette. And awoke the marionette, with a startle, as he saw... It shall happen again and again, he no longer sees hope or feels love.


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