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Do not worry, living one
for any spell may be undone.
Wait some time and try to find
a way back to your own kind.
Ye Olde toy Shop
The little boy pulled at Danielle's arm, trying to make her move faster to the old toy store. His parents trailed behind them, strolling arm in arm.
"Danny! Hurry up! I wanna play with the toys!" But Danielle kept her relaxed pace and slowed her demonic little cousin. She waited until he wasn't trying to run away before letting his hand go. As soon as she did the little boy rushed into the toy store.
"Slow down! And don't break anything before I get there!" Disappointed, Eddie complied nonetheless.
"Danny, we're going to pop into Walden's for a few minutes. Keep an eye on Eddie." Danielle gave her Aunt and Uncle a thumbs up before following their son.
The toy store was a neat place to go to, even for Danny, now nineteen years old. The lights were bright, but all the shelves were made from a dark wood that lowered the light in the shop. These shelves were carved with interesting designs, usually representing whatever was on that isle. An old fashioned Model-T on the toy car isle; a ballerina on the doll isle, and so on. But what made Ye Old Toys so neat was their selection of old toys. It was neat to see Hot Wheels, Transformers, and Barbies next to old-fashioned Jack-in-the-Boxes and other simple wind-ups.
One of those old-looking toys caught Danielle's eyes. It was a marionette theater that sat in the middle of the store on a wooden table. Danny investigated the box and saw the happy face/sad face carved into the corners on the box, which was nearly three feet long and a foot tall. The left side had a hidden door for a dressing room closet, and the top was open to the theater floor below.
Danny knelt down and looked inside the theater, and smiled at its only occupant: a peasant girl with a knee length yellow skirt and green hose, a white blouse with puffy sleeves and green corset tied with yellow laces. Her darkish blonde hair was tied into two pony tails, and her eyes were a vibrant blue. Danielle walked around the box and began to play with the marionette's handles. Then she noticed a crank that had escaped her notice. After turning it, a music box built into the theater began to play a fun tune. As Danny made the marionette dance, she imagined walking down a street of a medieval village, greeting passerbys on her way to the bakers for bread . . .
"Hello, Nathaniel." She nodded to the smithy, who grunted a small response. She caught sight of William on the common, talking with several of his friends. As Danny walked, she continued to stare at him. William saw her and nodded, causing Danielle to blush and look away. Just in time, too, as a pack five year old kids barreled around her, almost knocking her into the fountain. Quickly recovering, Danny looked back at William, who gave her a sympathetic laugh. Danny replied with a curtsy before turning toward the Baker s shop.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Baker."
"Afternoon, Danny? The sun's two hours from setting," The baker said as he put another loaf into the oven.
"Well, if it's not night or morning, then it must be the afternoon. Anyway, I'm here for two loaves."
"Good, because I only have two fresh loaves ready. Free of charge, too . . . if your mother can finish my sweater soon."
"I'll inform her as soon as I can, Mr. Baker," Danielle said taking the bread bag from him.
"Is that Danielle I hear?" Someone called from the back.
"I'm here, Mrs. Baker."
The old woman came out to the front room. "It's so good to see you, Danielle." She gave the girl a kiss on the cheek. "I've got something very important to discuss with you. Seeing as how you're almost a woman yourself now, I was wondering if you still want me to bake you cookies for when you come over?"
"I always want cookies, Mrs. Baker."
"Good, that's settled then." The woman said, handing Danny a sugar cookie.
"Thank you, Mrs. Baker. Well, I'm off to home now, goodbye."
"Oh no, you don't, you're off to see that boy you've been looking at for months now."
"I haven't an idea what you're talking about." Danny quickly said as she began to the door. But Mrs. Baker hurried, too, and turned Danielle to the commons. With a quick tap to her behind, Danny walked toward William. Unfortunately, she had just gotten to the grass when Princess Marielle reached William's side and lightly pecked him on the cheek. Danny hung her head and turned back to return home, not looking up to Mrs. Baker, who undoubtedly still watched.
Barely had she moved two steps when something yanked on her arms, and her legs, too, and she suddenly splayed out as if hanging from strings and handles high in the heavens. Danny tried desperately to move; tried desperately to figure out what was happening. She looked to her friends for comfort, but they too had all stopped moving. And then the invisible strings tied to Danny yanked her high into the sky.
The dream world fell away and Danny tried to gasp as she looked around a giant world. She hung in the air what seemed like tens of feet, high above a wooden theater built just for marionettes. But what further disturbed Danny was that when she looked at her arms, she saw thin black strings connected to them, and that her body was itself made from wood. She was a puppet, she realized, just the same as the toy she had been playing with minutes before.
She spun in the air and came face to face with a brown haired boy that Danny immediately recognized. But he didn’t seem to recognize her and after a moment’s admiration, lowered her back into the theater.
She felt her strings pull on her limbs, and Danny had no choice but to obey them and obey the boy playing with her. The marionette could barely see what was going on around her, the world was moving much too fast as she was spun, pulled, and twisted against the backdrop of the village that seemed so real to her.
She wanted to stop.
And then it all stopped when with a voice, “Eddie!” It said, and all at once the boy let go Danny’s handle, and all the energy he gave her evaporated. The great wooden cross fell behind the marionette it controlled, and she flopped to the ground, sitting sideways with limp arms and splayed out legs.Danny looked out to the toy shop from inside her theater; at all the toys on shelves, all waiting to be bought, and wondered how many of them were like her.
Danielle wanted to get out of this wooden body and cut the black strings that now seemed to run her life. But she never did. How could she? Never could she move without the hands of an owner around her handle. And no one who played with her had an inkling she was human. Used to be human. It took her months, but Danielle eventually realized she was now a marionette, and that was all she would ever be.
for any spell may be undone.
Wait some time and try to find
a way back to your own kind.
Ye Olde toy Shop
The little boy pulled at Danielle's arm, trying to make her move faster to the old toy store. His parents trailed behind them, strolling arm in arm.
"Danny! Hurry up! I wanna play with the toys!" But Danielle kept her relaxed pace and slowed her demonic little cousin. She waited until he wasn't trying to run away before letting his hand go. As soon as she did the little boy rushed into the toy store.
"Slow down! And don't break anything before I get there!" Disappointed, Eddie complied nonetheless.
"Danny, we're going to pop into Walden's for a few minutes. Keep an eye on Eddie." Danielle gave her Aunt and Uncle a thumbs up before following their son.
The toy store was a neat place to go to, even for Danny, now nineteen years old. The lights were bright, but all the shelves were made from a dark wood that lowered the light in the shop. These shelves were carved with interesting designs, usually representing whatever was on that isle. An old fashioned Model-T on the toy car isle; a ballerina on the doll isle, and so on. But what made Ye Old Toys so neat was their selection of old toys. It was neat to see Hot Wheels, Transformers, and Barbies next to old-fashioned Jack-in-the-Boxes and other simple wind-ups.
One of those old-looking toys caught Danielle's eyes. It was a marionette theater that sat in the middle of the store on a wooden table. Danny investigated the box and saw the happy face/sad face carved into the corners on the box, which was nearly three feet long and a foot tall. The left side had a hidden door for a dressing room closet, and the top was open to the theater floor below.
Danny knelt down and looked inside the theater, and smiled at its only occupant: a peasant girl with a knee length yellow skirt and green hose, a white blouse with puffy sleeves and green corset tied with yellow laces. Her darkish blonde hair was tied into two pony tails, and her eyes were a vibrant blue. Danielle walked around the box and began to play with the marionette's handles. Then she noticed a crank that had escaped her notice. After turning it, a music box built into the theater began to play a fun tune. As Danny made the marionette dance, she imagined walking down a street of a medieval village, greeting passerbys on her way to the bakers for bread . . .
"Hello, Nathaniel." She nodded to the smithy, who grunted a small response. She caught sight of William on the common, talking with several of his friends. As Danny walked, she continued to stare at him. William saw her and nodded, causing Danielle to blush and look away. Just in time, too, as a pack five year old kids barreled around her, almost knocking her into the fountain. Quickly recovering, Danny looked back at William, who gave her a sympathetic laugh. Danny replied with a curtsy before turning toward the Baker s shop.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Baker."
"Afternoon, Danny? The sun's two hours from setting," The baker said as he put another loaf into the oven.
"Well, if it's not night or morning, then it must be the afternoon. Anyway, I'm here for two loaves."
"Good, because I only have two fresh loaves ready. Free of charge, too . . . if your mother can finish my sweater soon."
"I'll inform her as soon as I can, Mr. Baker," Danielle said taking the bread bag from him.
"Is that Danielle I hear?" Someone called from the back.
"I'm here, Mrs. Baker."
The old woman came out to the front room. "It's so good to see you, Danielle." She gave the girl a kiss on the cheek. "I've got something very important to discuss with you. Seeing as how you're almost a woman yourself now, I was wondering if you still want me to bake you cookies for when you come over?"
"I always want cookies, Mrs. Baker."
"Good, that's settled then." The woman said, handing Danny a sugar cookie.
"Thank you, Mrs. Baker. Well, I'm off to home now, goodbye."
"Oh no, you don't, you're off to see that boy you've been looking at for months now."
"I haven't an idea what you're talking about." Danny quickly said as she began to the door. But Mrs. Baker hurried, too, and turned Danielle to the commons. With a quick tap to her behind, Danny walked toward William. Unfortunately, she had just gotten to the grass when Princess Marielle reached William's side and lightly pecked him on the cheek. Danny hung her head and turned back to return home, not looking up to Mrs. Baker, who undoubtedly still watched.
Barely had she moved two steps when something yanked on her arms, and her legs, too, and she suddenly splayed out as if hanging from strings and handles high in the heavens. Danny tried desperately to move; tried desperately to figure out what was happening. She looked to her friends for comfort, but they too had all stopped moving. And then the invisible strings tied to Danny yanked her high into the sky.
The dream world fell away and Danny tried to gasp as she looked around a giant world. She hung in the air what seemed like tens of feet, high above a wooden theater built just for marionettes. But what further disturbed Danny was that when she looked at her arms, she saw thin black strings connected to them, and that her body was itself made from wood. She was a puppet, she realized, just the same as the toy she had been playing with minutes before.
She spun in the air and came face to face with a brown haired boy that Danny immediately recognized. But he didn’t seem to recognize her and after a moment’s admiration, lowered her back into the theater.
She felt her strings pull on her limbs, and Danny had no choice but to obey them and obey the boy playing with her. The marionette could barely see what was going on around her, the world was moving much too fast as she was spun, pulled, and twisted against the backdrop of the village that seemed so real to her.
She wanted to stop.
And then it all stopped when with a voice, “Eddie!” It said, and all at once the boy let go Danny’s handle, and all the energy he gave her evaporated. The great wooden cross fell behind the marionette it controlled, and she flopped to the ground, sitting sideways with limp arms and splayed out legs.Danny looked out to the toy shop from inside her theater; at all the toys on shelves, all waiting to be bought, and wondered how many of them were like her.
Danielle wanted to get out of this wooden body and cut the black strings that now seemed to run her life. But she never did. How could she? Never could she move without the hands of an owner around her handle. And no one who played with her had an inkling she was human. Used to be human. It took her months, but Danielle eventually realized she was now a marionette, and that was all she would ever be.
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This is an interesting story with a long tale to tell. It is my oldest surviving TF story, I think. Or at least half of it is. You see, everything after Danny gets yanked out of the imaginary village was written this year. The original ending was going to lead into a much longer story involving a boy who turned Danny into his personal marionette, and the little poem was going to be an important thing.
Unfortunately, I could never get that story to work right, and eventually decided to cut it off at the pass, hence the newer ending.
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Unfortunately, I could never get that story to work right, and eventually decided to cut it off at the pass, hence the newer ending.
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wonderful how the character went from playing with the string puppet to taking it place. might of been better to know if the puppet she originally played with in the toy shop theater set took over her life or not.