Broken Toys

Broken Toys

I walk into the house and see a doll on the floor, its head torn off. It is my sister’s doll. She didn’t want it anymore. A simple form of destruction and the only option with a toy we don’t want is to break it in any way that we can. I had to chuckle at this particular site because it brought back memories, though I never resorted to destroying my toys after I decided that I didn’t want them anymore. I guess it’s a natural instinct to break something when we have no use for it or don’t want another to have it.

Siblings rip off the heads of Barbie dolls all the time, it’s only natural. For some reason, I felt bad for this doll, to see it have such a tragic end. I feel it’s better to be disowned or abandoned as a tory than have your very head and stitches ripped apart. But as a result, this doll’s life was over and it was time to forget about it and simply move on to the next available toy.

Reviews

[Jared Michael Smith]

This reminded me a lot of the last few chapters of The Great Gatsby. It's very sad and wrong, but that's just the way the world works... Beautiful job, Ms. Svetlana. It was short, sweet, and biting all at the same time. However, did you mean "sight" in the first paragraph instead of "site"? Either way, I quite enjoyed this. :-)

[I Am Svetlana]

I probably meant "site", my computer obviously just likes to automatically correct or change what i type sometimes. And I am glad you liked this, it was pretty easy to write and also, I love The Great Gatsby! It is honestly one of my favorite books...

[Jared Michael Smith]

It was pretty grand, I have to say, but my favorite "classic" work would have to Julius Caesar. My favorite book of all time is And Then There Were None.

[I Am Svetlana]

I've heard of it, but never really looked into. I will sometime soon though! Haha.

[Jared Michael Smith]

Lol, you should. It's fantastic! :D

[I Am Svetlana]

I shall :)