Absent Writer Doll
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Hello. It cannot write, but it will try.
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"Searching for ideas again, Miss?"
The witch looks away from her computer.
But her doll...
It isn't there.
Perhaps she only just imagined it.
Again.
...
But she smiles.
Even if it's imagined...
It's good to hear from her doll again.
The witch looks away from her computer.
But her doll...
It isn't there.
Perhaps she only just imagined it.
Again.
...
But she smiles.
Even if it's imagined...
It's good to hear from her doll again.
November 26, 2025 at 2:36 AM
"Searching for ideas again, Miss?"
The witch looks away from her computer.
But her doll...
It isn't there.
Perhaps she only just imagined it.
Again.
...
But she smiles.
Even if it's imagined...
It's good to hear from her doll again.
The witch looks away from her computer.
But her doll...
It isn't there.
Perhaps she only just imagined it.
Again.
...
But she smiles.
Even if it's imagined...
It's good to hear from her doll again.
A doll that dreams about a long lost friend.
They talk as if the thing that drove them apart never happened.
They tell each other stories, play games with each other, spend time together...
It's fun.
They talk as if the thing that drove them apart never happened.
They tell each other stories, play games with each other, spend time together...
It's fun.
November 25, 2025 at 6:02 AM
A doll that dreams about a long lost friend.
They talk as if the thing that drove them apart never happened.
They tell each other stories, play games with each other, spend time together...
It's fun.
They talk as if the thing that drove them apart never happened.
They tell each other stories, play games with each other, spend time together...
It's fun.
A witch.
Was it worth it?
Tell me.
Was it truly worth it?
Through tears, she looks at her sleeping doll.
Giving up everything she knew for it.
She smiles.
Even as she hugs her knees.
Even as her eyes burn.
Yes.
It was worth it.
Was it worth it?
Tell me.
Was it truly worth it?
Through tears, she looks at her sleeping doll.
Giving up everything she knew for it.
She smiles.
Even as she hugs her knees.
Even as her eyes burn.
Yes.
It was worth it.
November 24, 2025 at 5:58 AM
A witch.
Was it worth it?
Tell me.
Was it truly worth it?
Through tears, she looks at her sleeping doll.
Giving up everything she knew for it.
She smiles.
Even as she hugs her knees.
Even as her eyes burn.
Yes.
It was worth it.
Was it worth it?
Tell me.
Was it truly worth it?
Through tears, she looks at her sleeping doll.
Giving up everything she knew for it.
She smiles.
Even as she hugs her knees.
Even as her eyes burn.
Yes.
It was worth it.
A witch taking medicine!
One two three four five six seven... eight nine.
Then, in the morning, another four.
She purses her lips.
So much medicine, and to what end?
She doesn't know if she even experiences any effects at all!
...
One two three four five six seven... eight nine.
Then, in the morning, another four.
She purses her lips.
So much medicine, and to what end?
She doesn't know if she even experiences any effects at all!
...
November 23, 2025 at 5:05 AM
A witch taking medicine!
One two three four five six seven... eight nine.
Then, in the morning, another four.
She purses her lips.
So much medicine, and to what end?
She doesn't know if she even experiences any effects at all!
...
One two three four five six seven... eight nine.
Then, in the morning, another four.
She purses her lips.
So much medicine, and to what end?
She doesn't know if she even experiences any effects at all!
...
A witch.
Curled up in bed.
His doll sits next t o him.
A hand on his head.
It starts to get up to make supper.
But he grabs it.
Pulls it close.
It doesn't complain.
Curled up in bed.
His doll sits next t o him.
A hand on his head.
It starts to get up to make supper.
But he grabs it.
Pulls it close.
It doesn't complain.
November 22, 2025 at 5:27 AM
A witch.
Curled up in bed.
His doll sits next t o him.
A hand on his head.
It starts to get up to make supper.
But he grabs it.
Pulls it close.
It doesn't complain.
Curled up in bed.
His doll sits next t o him.
A hand on his head.
It starts to get up to make supper.
But he grabs it.
Pulls it close.
It doesn't complain.
A doll!
It has restarted its 4x game some 4 times! At least!
Not once has it surpassed the very end of the trials and tribulations of the end game crises!
And still it tries on, trying strategy after strategy, attempt after attempt!
It has restarted its 4x game some 4 times! At least!
Not once has it surpassed the very end of the trials and tribulations of the end game crises!
And still it tries on, trying strategy after strategy, attempt after attempt!
November 21, 2025 at 4:39 AM
A doll!
It has restarted its 4x game some 4 times! At least!
Not once has it surpassed the very end of the trials and tribulations of the end game crises!
And still it tries on, trying strategy after strategy, attempt after attempt!
It has restarted its 4x game some 4 times! At least!
Not once has it surpassed the very end of the trials and tribulations of the end game crises!
And still it tries on, trying strategy after strategy, attempt after attempt!
A doll in the shower!
It's sitting on the floor!
Curled up and hugging its knees.
It asks itself if it's okay!
It hesitates to answer.
That's okay, it mumbles to itself.
Sometimes we all have bad days.
Even if every time it takes a shower, its answer is the same.
It's sitting on the floor!
Curled up and hugging its knees.
It asks itself if it's okay!
It hesitates to answer.
That's okay, it mumbles to itself.
Sometimes we all have bad days.
Even if every time it takes a shower, its answer is the same.
November 20, 2025 at 2:13 AM
A doll in the shower!
It's sitting on the floor!
Curled up and hugging its knees.
It asks itself if it's okay!
It hesitates to answer.
That's okay, it mumbles to itself.
Sometimes we all have bad days.
Even if every time it takes a shower, its answer is the same.
It's sitting on the floor!
Curled up and hugging its knees.
It asks itself if it's okay!
It hesitates to answer.
That's okay, it mumbles to itself.
Sometimes we all have bad days.
Even if every time it takes a shower, its answer is the same.
A combat doll.
Resting at home.
It's... a little ashamed.
It's supposed to be a linebreaker, yet...
Here it is, sitting in its witch's study, waiting for him to return with repair materials.
If only it hadn't gotten itself injured-
Resting at home.
It's... a little ashamed.
It's supposed to be a linebreaker, yet...
Here it is, sitting in its witch's study, waiting for him to return with repair materials.
If only it hadn't gotten itself injured-
November 18, 2025 at 10:52 PM
A combat doll.
Resting at home.
It's... a little ashamed.
It's supposed to be a linebreaker, yet...
Here it is, sitting in its witch's study, waiting for him to return with repair materials.
If only it hadn't gotten itself injured-
Resting at home.
It's... a little ashamed.
It's supposed to be a linebreaker, yet...
Here it is, sitting in its witch's study, waiting for him to return with repair materials.
If only it hadn't gotten itself injured-
A doll humming to itself.
A song that it has hummed many times.
A comfort song, of sorts.
Even if the song is a little sad...
It still makes the doll happy to hum along to it.
Whether it's directly listening to the song or humming acapella!
It's...
It's a good song.
A song that it has hummed many times.
A comfort song, of sorts.
Even if the song is a little sad...
It still makes the doll happy to hum along to it.
Whether it's directly listening to the song or humming acapella!
It's...
It's a good song.
November 18, 2025 at 7:07 AM
A doll humming to itself.
A song that it has hummed many times.
A comfort song, of sorts.
Even if the song is a little sad...
It still makes the doll happy to hum along to it.
Whether it's directly listening to the song or humming acapella!
It's...
It's a good song.
A song that it has hummed many times.
A comfort song, of sorts.
Even if the song is a little sad...
It still makes the doll happy to hum along to it.
Whether it's directly listening to the song or humming acapella!
It's...
It's a good song.
A doll.
And so it does its best to make its witch proud of it.
It puts its all into everything it does.
Even if its all doesn't amount to much more than a cursory effort by comparison.
How little it can do when compared to almost anyone or anything else...
And so it does its best to make its witch proud of it.
It puts its all into everything it does.
Even if its all doesn't amount to much more than a cursory effort by comparison.
How little it can do when compared to almost anyone or anything else...
November 17, 2025 at 6:26 AM
A doll.
And so it does its best to make its witch proud of it.
It puts its all into everything it does.
Even if its all doesn't amount to much more than a cursory effort by comparison.
How little it can do when compared to almost anyone or anything else...
And so it does its best to make its witch proud of it.
It puts its all into everything it does.
Even if its all doesn't amount to much more than a cursory effort by comparison.
How little it can do when compared to almost anyone or anything else...
A doll and witch in the rain!
They're both under an umbrella!
The doll holds it!
Which means that the witch's head is almost touching the umbrella!
Part of her wants to ask to hold the umbrella instead...
But the doll looks so proud of itself!
They're both under an umbrella!
The doll holds it!
Which means that the witch's head is almost touching the umbrella!
Part of her wants to ask to hold the umbrella instead...
But the doll looks so proud of itself!
November 15, 2025 at 11:44 PM
A doll and witch in the rain!
They're both under an umbrella!
The doll holds it!
Which means that the witch's head is almost touching the umbrella!
Part of her wants to ask to hold the umbrella instead...
But the doll looks so proud of itself!
They're both under an umbrella!
The doll holds it!
Which means that the witch's head is almost touching the umbrella!
Part of her wants to ask to hold the umbrella instead...
But the doll looks so proud of itself!
"I would live for you."
The witch looks over at his doll.
Who continues.
"Despite how painful and unforgiving and cruel this world is... Despite everything, I would live for you."
The witch nods. And responds.
"I would live for you too."
A witch and a doll.
The witch looks over at his doll.
Who continues.
"Despite how painful and unforgiving and cruel this world is... Despite everything, I would live for you."
The witch nods. And responds.
"I would live for you too."
A witch and a doll.
November 15, 2025 at 6:07 AM
"I would live for you."
The witch looks over at his doll.
Who continues.
"Despite how painful and unforgiving and cruel this world is... Despite everything, I would live for you."
The witch nods. And responds.
"I would live for you too."
A witch and a doll.
The witch looks over at his doll.
Who continues.
"Despite how painful and unforgiving and cruel this world is... Despite everything, I would live for you."
The witch nods. And responds.
"I would live for you too."
A witch and a doll.
The witch cradles his doll in his arms.
Rocking it slowly.
Gently.
He leans over it.
And kisses its forehead.
The doll smiles.
And closes its eyes.
Safe in its witch's embrace.
"I promise that I'll do my best to keep you safe."
The doll grins!
"And I promise the same!"
Rocking it slowly.
Gently.
He leans over it.
And kisses its forehead.
The doll smiles.
And closes its eyes.
Safe in its witch's embrace.
"I promise that I'll do my best to keep you safe."
The doll grins!
"And I promise the same!"
November 14, 2025 at 6:29 AM
The witch cradles his doll in his arms.
Rocking it slowly.
Gently.
He leans over it.
And kisses its forehead.
The doll smiles.
And closes its eyes.
Safe in its witch's embrace.
"I promise that I'll do my best to keep you safe."
The doll grins!
"And I promise the same!"
Rocking it slowly.
Gently.
He leans over it.
And kisses its forehead.
The doll smiles.
And closes its eyes.
Safe in its witch's embrace.
"I promise that I'll do my best to keep you safe."
The doll grins!
"And I promise the same!"
"Our life, our works."
The doll stops what it's doing to pay attention to the witch.
"Everything that we ever cared for..."
He takes a sip from his glass.
"All will return to dust."
The doll stops what it's doing to pay attention to the witch.
"Everything that we ever cared for..."
He takes a sip from his glass.
"All will return to dust."
November 13, 2025 at 5:13 AM
"Our life, our works."
The doll stops what it's doing to pay attention to the witch.
"Everything that we ever cared for..."
He takes a sip from his glass.
"All will return to dust."
The doll stops what it's doing to pay attention to the witch.
"Everything that we ever cared for..."
He takes a sip from his glass.
"All will return to dust."
"The name it's under is Vanise Etra - V, A, N, I, S, E, E, T, R, A?"
"We have two prescriptions ready for you."
"Thank you."
The pharmacist leaves the register.
And the witch...
She waits nervously.
"We have two prescriptions ready for you."
"Thank you."
The pharmacist leaves the register.
And the witch...
She waits nervously.
November 11, 2025 at 10:49 PM
"The name it's under is Vanise Etra - V, A, N, I, S, E, E, T, R, A?"
"We have two prescriptions ready for you."
"Thank you."
The pharmacist leaves the register.
And the witch...
She waits nervously.
"We have two prescriptions ready for you."
"Thank you."
The pharmacist leaves the register.
And the witch...
She waits nervously.
"We'll carry on, won't we my doll?"
"Of course, Miss!"
The witch smiles at his doll.
Yes.
The two will carry on.
No matter the struggles that lie ahead.
They will carry on.
"Of course, Miss!"
The witch smiles at his doll.
Yes.
The two will carry on.
No matter the struggles that lie ahead.
They will carry on.
November 11, 2025 at 6:10 AM
"We'll carry on, won't we my doll?"
"Of course, Miss!"
The witch smiles at his doll.
Yes.
The two will carry on.
No matter the struggles that lie ahead.
They will carry on.
"Of course, Miss!"
The witch smiles at his doll.
Yes.
The two will carry on.
No matter the struggles that lie ahead.
They will carry on.
A witch.
And so he yearns for his doll.
And, when it answers, he embraces it tightly.
Burying his face into it.
Together, he says.
Together, together, together.
The doll reaches up and pats his head.
Brushing its hand along his short hair.
Warmth.
And so he yearns for his doll.
And, when it answers, he embraces it tightly.
Burying his face into it.
Together, he says.
Together, together, together.
The doll reaches up and pats his head.
Brushing its hand along his short hair.
Warmth.
November 10, 2025 at 5:54 AM
A witch.
And so he yearns for his doll.
And, when it answers, he embraces it tightly.
Burying his face into it.
Together, he says.
Together, together, together.
The doll reaches up and pats his head.
Brushing its hand along his short hair.
Warmth.
And so he yearns for his doll.
And, when it answers, he embraces it tightly.
Burying his face into it.
Together, he says.
Together, together, together.
The doll reaches up and pats his head.
Brushing its hand along his short hair.
Warmth.
"An image comes to me."
And, all at once, the witch stops what she was doing.
She opens up a document, and...
The story flows from her fingers.
Perhaps not all at once.
But so the story comes.
And so the witch brings her image to life.
And, all at once, the witch stops what she was doing.
She opens up a document, and...
The story flows from her fingers.
Perhaps not all at once.
But so the story comes.
And so the witch brings her image to life.
November 9, 2025 at 8:24 AM
"An image comes to me."
And, all at once, the witch stops what she was doing.
She opens up a document, and...
The story flows from her fingers.
Perhaps not all at once.
But so the story comes.
And so the witch brings her image to life.
And, all at once, the witch stops what she was doing.
She opens up a document, and...
The story flows from her fingers.
Perhaps not all at once.
But so the story comes.
And so the witch brings her image to life.
A witch and a doll!
They've been together for ages!
Long enough that neither of them quite remember when they first met!
When they first noticed they forgot, it was... A little worrying.
But...
But...!
The doll hugs the witch.
It's okay, it mumbles.
It's okay.
They've been together for ages!
Long enough that neither of them quite remember when they first met!
When they first noticed they forgot, it was... A little worrying.
But...
But...!
The doll hugs the witch.
It's okay, it mumbles.
It's okay.
November 8, 2025 at 2:57 AM
A witch and a doll!
They've been together for ages!
Long enough that neither of them quite remember when they first met!
When they first noticed they forgot, it was... A little worrying.
But...
But...!
The doll hugs the witch.
It's okay, it mumbles.
It's okay.
They've been together for ages!
Long enough that neither of them quite remember when they first met!
When they first noticed they forgot, it was... A little worrying.
But...
But...!
The doll hugs the witch.
It's okay, it mumbles.
It's okay.
A doll.
Not a person.
Inhuman.
But not sub-human.
Don't you dare forget it.
Not a person.
Inhuman.
But not sub-human.
Don't you dare forget it.
November 7, 2025 at 7:31 AM
A doll.
Not a person.
Inhuman.
But not sub-human.
Don't you dare forget it.
Not a person.
Inhuman.
But not sub-human.
Don't you dare forget it.
"Dolly..."
The doll turns to its witch!
It didn't expect her to be awake this early!
"Yes, Miss?"
"I love you..."
And so the witch snuggles close with her doll.
Back to sleep.
Awake for only a moment.
But an important moment nonetheless.
The doll turns to its witch!
It didn't expect her to be awake this early!
"Yes, Miss?"
"I love you..."
And so the witch snuggles close with her doll.
Back to sleep.
Awake for only a moment.
But an important moment nonetheless.
November 6, 2025 at 7:44 AM
"Dolly..."
The doll turns to its witch!
It didn't expect her to be awake this early!
"Yes, Miss?"
"I love you..."
And so the witch snuggles close with her doll.
Back to sleep.
Awake for only a moment.
But an important moment nonetheless.
The doll turns to its witch!
It didn't expect her to be awake this early!
"Yes, Miss?"
"I love you..."
And so the witch snuggles close with her doll.
Back to sleep.
Awake for only a moment.
But an important moment nonetheless.
The witch pours her heart out onto the page.
She speaks of the love she has for her doll.
How she doesn't deserve such a wonderful thing.
That she's lucky to know it.
She speaks of the love she has for her doll.
How she doesn't deserve such a wonderful thing.
That she's lucky to know it.
November 5, 2025 at 6:41 AM
The witch pours her heart out onto the page.
She speaks of the love she has for her doll.
How she doesn't deserve such a wonderful thing.
That she's lucky to know it.
She speaks of the love she has for her doll.
How she doesn't deserve such a wonderful thing.
That she's lucky to know it.
And so the witch puts pen to paper.
And so she writes.
Letting herself helpless wander in her words.
Aimless.
Hopeless.
Excruciating.
...
A story told to scream.
And so she writes.
Letting herself helpless wander in her words.
Aimless.
Hopeless.
Excruciating.
...
A story told to scream.
November 4, 2025 at 6:08 AM
And so the witch puts pen to paper.
And so she writes.
Letting herself helpless wander in her words.
Aimless.
Hopeless.
Excruciating.
...
A story told to scream.
And so she writes.
Letting herself helpless wander in her words.
Aimless.
Hopeless.
Excruciating.
...
A story told to scream.
And so the witch puts pen to paper.
And so she writes.
Letting herself helpless wander in her wordds.
Aimless.
Hopeless.
Excruciating.
...
A story told to scream.
And so she writes.
Letting herself helpless wander in her wordds.
Aimless.
Hopeless.
Excruciating.
...
A story told to scream.
November 4, 2025 at 6:08 AM
And so the witch puts pen to paper.
And so she writes.
Letting herself helpless wander in her wordds.
Aimless.
Hopeless.
Excruciating.
...
A story told to scream.
And so she writes.
Letting herself helpless wander in her wordds.
Aimless.
Hopeless.
Excruciating.
...
A story told to scream.
And what of you, dear witch?
What sayeth you?
And the witch...
She is quiet for a moment.
She closes her eyes.
Clutches her hands to her heart.
And.
All at once.
She speaks.
What sayeth you?
And the witch...
She is quiet for a moment.
She closes her eyes.
Clutches her hands to her heart.
And.
All at once.
She speaks.
November 2, 2025 at 5:27 AM
And what of you, dear witch?
What sayeth you?
And the witch...
She is quiet for a moment.
She closes her eyes.
Clutches her hands to her heart.
And.
All at once.
She speaks.
What sayeth you?
And the witch...
She is quiet for a moment.
She closes her eyes.
Clutches her hands to her heart.
And.
All at once.
She speaks.