dementia praecox

Figurines scamper around skittishly, feeling the fury radiating from the sole human on this plane. A roar sent them all running for cover; under the bed, in the cardboards and drawers, in the scaling black sea. Another rose, anger in par with the first. Words like "clean up", "studies", "papers" and "room" thundered through their tiny universe, causing shivers to travel down their spines and those under said objects to quickly evacuate. The dolls remember the second one as their land's ruler and the calmed when she finally entered the plane, feeling reassured that all will be well now. Soon, it started to rain on island pillow. All will be well now. Their ruler left the plane and all could be heard was "All the things she said", reminding the figurines that time where whimpers and nasty sorrow waves could be heard and felt throughout their universe.
---Mood: Pissed into insanity---

Labels: Rants, Weirdology