Melancholic Marionette

Melancholic Marionette

A Story by The Morbid The Merrier

Prompt: Word Splash using/having the feel of these words: "melancholy" "gothic" "romanticism"


She was performing today. Then again, she performs everyday. She can’t remember each day in specific, she can’t remember the faces. All she knows is that she performs for boring, un-amused, taut and cold people. While they sit in the red, velvet chairs of the theatre and she's performing, all they do is stare at her, but she stares right back. While she can’t remember everything, she remembers the tugging. There is always this constant, incessant tugging, willing, no, forcing her to move; to perform. Pulling and pulling, it’s always pulling

She doesn't know where she is, what day or time it is, she doesn't even remember her name, or the day she was made. But she does know that she is tired; the sores of her muscles after a show are a bitter reminder. She knows she wants to stop. She wants the pulling to stop. She wants to remember. Why can’t she remember? The continuousness of it all; everyday the same procedure, has her disoriented and taken aback. She is not capable of distinguishing each day, what the current time is, nor can she tell the difference. Time has melded into one for her.

The bittersweet music finishes, and the heavy curtains close. As soon she realizes that she can finally stop, she collapses on the small, black and white checkered floor of the small stage. Warily, she looks down at her arms, and gingerly touches it. The white paint is chipped and the gloss is fading. The once beautifully crafted wood she is made of is now battered and bruised. Her eyes see through black and white now, she cannot see the colour. She feels used, torn, abused and sick.

She doesn’t remember anything, but she knows that there will always be that tugging. Always, always pulling her strings. 

© 2010 The Morbid The Merrier

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Wow... you are such a magnificent writer!!
I love everything about this story, the descriptions, the mood, the constant reminder of invisible strings being pulled, it was sheer perfection.
There is really nothing more I can say, words cannot capture how amazing this really is.

Posted 6 Years Ago

I adored it ^^
The way you've written makes it quite easy to percieve the events clearly =]

Posted 7 Years Ago

Awesome story!

Posted 7 Years Ago

An amazingly twisted write
It has inspired me!
Amazing detail and emphasis
Chilling write

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel like you've taken me by my strings and unraveled me --leaving me bare-naked.


Posted 9 Years Ago

Amazing, as always, Susie.

Very, very, good job! ((And especially; good job in getting on the wall. : D))

Seriously, this is amazing-tastic.

Posted 9 Years Ago

. . . This is an odd story. Actually, to be honest, I'm completely confused. You can feel what she feels, but everything else is very confusing. You can't even be sure what kind of performance this is... Just that it's painfully confusing. I'd so like to read it's continuation to clear my confusion! lol Fantastic job! :D

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on September 2, 2010
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The Morbid The Merrier
The Morbid The Merrier

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