

Sally and Jack, RespectivelyHer hair had always been red and stringy and straight as a bone; she looked like a rag doll with yarn pasted poorly to her head, but she never complained. Though she'd been made, not born, and was now a servant to the man who made her, she couldn't complain.Sally and Jack, Respectively
Not as long as she could see him every day.
He was king, king of a great land with adoring subjects. He ruled well and had a kind manner about him, despite his yearly profession as a nightmare. No, he'd never been a nightmare to her. He was perfection, absolute perfection.
And he spoke to her.
Her greatest joy was that he knew who she wa


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By: SKC
Sally was having a wonderful dream. She was lying in a grassy, yellow meadow surrounded by the twisting, spiraling trees of the land of Halloween, above her the pumpkin sun in the sky burned a brilliant orange as it neared the hills in the distance, signaling the anticipated end of day. . . it was an image derived from a picture that she had once seen in one the doctor’s books. She stretched on her back feeling entirely too comfortable and sighed deeply with contentment. A little gray flower brushed against her face and she lazily plucked it fro


When Sally Met Jack Ch.1"When Sally Met Jack” Ch.1When Sally Met Jack Ch.1
By: SKC
Sally sat silently on the edge of her decrepit old bed, slowly running a black comb through her red yarn hair, her stitched face and wide eyes displaying ever revolving emotions. Apart from the moment that the young rag doll had first opened her eyes to catch her first glimpse of the world around her, today would be the most exciting experience to date. Today . . . today she would receive a *visitor.*
Now to most, receiving a visitor would hardly seem like anything to get worked up over, of course you