Theodora had been dead for hundreds of years and spent the bulk of her afterlife haunting the same disturbing looking doll. It was neither a glamorous existence nor an especially unique one. The other haunted dolls tended to have grudges or some other type of wicked intentions. She was content to look through those cold dead eyes forever, observing the world as it changed.
But there was one small problem. Whoever it was that had made her doll had been a little frugal. The materials of her dress, hat and body were cheap and even with almost no handling, they were starting to fall apart. Then there were the moths and other little creatures, nibbling and tearing tiny bits of her day after day, year after year. There was no ignoring the facts, she was beginning to fall apart.
But when the doll was no more, could she find something new to haunt or would she cease to exist as well?
Today was not that great. But I survived and I wrote something. I'll focus on that.
Anyway, head on over here for the details and prompt to write your own freewrite today.
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