Absent Writer Doll
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Hello. It cannot write, but it will try.
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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.
A doll and witch on Halloween!
It and its witch aren't doing anything particularly special this year! Just dressing up in costumes and handing out candy!
In time, the night grows deep and the trick or treaters peter out.
It and its witch aren't doing anything particularly special this year! Just dressing up in costumes and handing out candy!
In time, the night grows deep and the trick or treaters peter out.
November 1, 2025 at 5:27 AM
A doll and witch on Halloween!
It and its witch aren't doing anything particularly special this year! Just dressing up in costumes and handing out candy!
In time, the night grows deep and the trick or treaters peter out.
It and its witch aren't doing anything particularly special this year! Just dressing up in costumes and handing out candy!
In time, the night grows deep and the trick or treaters peter out.
A witch.
And still she waits.
Watching others pass her by.
And so she continues to wait.
For her special something.
Patiently.
Oh so patiently.
She knows her patience will be rewarded.
Sooner or later, anyway.
And still she waits.
Watching others pass her by.
And so she continues to wait.
For her special something.
Patiently.
Oh so patiently.
She knows her patience will be rewarded.
Sooner or later, anyway.
October 31, 2025 at 4:55 AM
A witch.
And still she waits.
Watching others pass her by.
And so she continues to wait.
For her special something.
Patiently.
Oh so patiently.
She knows her patience will be rewarded.
Sooner or later, anyway.
And still she waits.
Watching others pass her by.
And so she continues to wait.
For her special something.
Patiently.
Oh so patiently.
She knows her patience will be rewarded.
Sooner or later, anyway.
A witch patiently awaiting her doll's arrival.
It's been out on a trip! Reason? Visiting friends!
It's been gone a while.
She misses her doll.
And, soon, she will have her doll again!
All that's left...
Is to wait for her doll at this airport terminal.
It's been out on a trip! Reason? Visiting friends!
It's been gone a while.
She misses her doll.
And, soon, she will have her doll again!
All that's left...
Is to wait for her doll at this airport terminal.
October 30, 2025 at 5:50 AM
A witch patiently awaiting her doll's arrival.
It's been out on a trip! Reason? Visiting friends!
It's been gone a while.
She misses her doll.
And, soon, she will have her doll again!
All that's left...
Is to wait for her doll at this airport terminal.
It's been out on a trip! Reason? Visiting friends!
It's been gone a while.
She misses her doll.
And, soon, she will have her doll again!
All that's left...
Is to wait for her doll at this airport terminal.
"Will we be remembered when we're gone?"
"Probably not."
"Do you think that's okay?"
The witch tips her hat.
"I'm okay with that."
The doll tilts its head.
"Why?"
The witch takes the doll into an embrace.
"I'm happy enough being known by you."
"Probably not."
"Do you think that's okay?"
The witch tips her hat.
"I'm okay with that."
The doll tilts its head.
"Why?"
The witch takes the doll into an embrace.
"I'm happy enough being known by you."
October 29, 2025 at 5:40 AM
"Will we be remembered when we're gone?"
"Probably not."
"Do you think that's okay?"
The witch tips her hat.
"I'm okay with that."
The doll tilts its head.
"Why?"
The witch takes the doll into an embrace.
"I'm happy enough being known by you."
"Probably not."
"Do you think that's okay?"
The witch tips her hat.
"I'm okay with that."
The doll tilts its head.
"Why?"
The witch takes the doll into an embrace.
"I'm happy enough being known by you."
A doll and a witch talking about cards!
Just a little game that they play now and then! Sometimes with just each other, sometimes with a number of friends!
There's a certain magic to how the with plays, admittedly.
Always for fun, and almost never searching for the win.
Just a little game that they play now and then! Sometimes with just each other, sometimes with a number of friends!
There's a certain magic to how the with plays, admittedly.
Always for fun, and almost never searching for the win.
October 28, 2025 at 6:41 AM
A doll and a witch talking about cards!
Just a little game that they play now and then! Sometimes with just each other, sometimes with a number of friends!
There's a certain magic to how the with plays, admittedly.
Always for fun, and almost never searching for the win.
Just a little game that they play now and then! Sometimes with just each other, sometimes with a number of friends!
There's a certain magic to how the with plays, admittedly.
Always for fun, and almost never searching for the win.
The witch works on her doll.
"Sorry," says the doll.
The witch pauses a moment.
Sets down her tools.
And weaves her fingers through the doll's hair.
"You're okay, my dolly."
"Sorry," says the doll.
The witch pauses a moment.
Sets down her tools.
And weaves her fingers through the doll's hair.
"You're okay, my dolly."
October 27, 2025 at 9:40 AM
The witch works on her doll.
"Sorry," says the doll.
The witch pauses a moment.
Sets down her tools.
And weaves her fingers through the doll's hair.
"You're okay, my dolly."
"Sorry," says the doll.
The witch pauses a moment.
Sets down her tools.
And weaves her fingers through the doll's hair.
"You're okay, my dolly."
"Dolly..."
"Yes Miss?"
The witch hugs her microphone.
"Thank you for always responding when I call out to you."
"Of course, Miss."
"It really means a lot to me."
"Oh Miss..."
A witch and her doll.
Even apart, they are together.
"Yes Miss?"
The witch hugs her microphone.
"Thank you for always responding when I call out to you."
"Of course, Miss."
"It really means a lot to me."
"Oh Miss..."
A witch and her doll.
Even apart, they are together.
October 26, 2025 at 4:47 AM
"Dolly..."
"Yes Miss?"
The witch hugs her microphone.
"Thank you for always responding when I call out to you."
"Of course, Miss."
"It really means a lot to me."
"Oh Miss..."
A witch and her doll.
Even apart, they are together.
"Yes Miss?"
The witch hugs her microphone.
"Thank you for always responding when I call out to you."
"Of course, Miss."
"It really means a lot to me."
"Oh Miss..."
A witch and her doll.
Even apart, they are together.
As she reads over her work, her doubt begins to grow.
It looks... More and more messy and crude and...
Her fingers go to her scars unbidden.
But she catches herself.
Forces her hand away from the itch, holding it up in front of her face.
She forms a fist.
And releases it.
It looks... More and more messy and crude and...
Her fingers go to her scars unbidden.
But she catches herself.
Forces her hand away from the itch, holding it up in front of her face.
She forms a fist.
And releases it.
October 25, 2025 at 6:41 AM
As she reads over her work, her doubt begins to grow.
It looks... More and more messy and crude and...
Her fingers go to her scars unbidden.
But she catches herself.
Forces her hand away from the itch, holding it up in front of her face.
She forms a fist.
And releases it.
It looks... More and more messy and crude and...
Her fingers go to her scars unbidden.
But she catches herself.
Forces her hand away from the itch, holding it up in front of her face.
She forms a fist.
And releases it.
A witch.
She sits and stares at something her eyes can't quite see.
Something far, far away.
And she thinks to herself.
'I am a tortured artist.'
'I write my best when I'm at my lowest.'
She scratches at scars on her arms.
But then -
Her doll's hands.
She sits and stares at something her eyes can't quite see.
Something far, far away.
And she thinks to herself.
'I am a tortured artist.'
'I write my best when I'm at my lowest.'
She scratches at scars on her arms.
But then -
Her doll's hands.
October 24, 2025 at 6:27 AM
A witch.
She sits and stares at something her eyes can't quite see.
Something far, far away.
And she thinks to herself.
'I am a tortured artist.'
'I write my best when I'm at my lowest.'
She scratches at scars on her arms.
But then -
Her doll's hands.
She sits and stares at something her eyes can't quite see.
Something far, far away.
And she thinks to herself.
'I am a tortured artist.'
'I write my best when I'm at my lowest.'
She scratches at scars on her arms.
But then -
Her doll's hands.