[deerbroken]

mark, might just watch

[scarecrowz]

username: Jurassic,
name: Karen
gender: Female
shadow's name: Taunt
how did they end up running a graveyard? (100-300 words):
She knew she shouldn't have bothered the old lady, the moment she knocked on that door she was doomed.. Before her graveyard job Karen was a simple doll, well as simple as a doll like her could be.. And whenever the old lady, well, witch, opened that door and Karen had to talk back to her she angered the witch and next thing she knew she was forced to work at a graveyard. She supposedly can stop working when the witch is pleased but who knows if that's the truth

Extras are a wip!

[yen.]

username: eonian | name: Pandora | gender: female | shadow's name: Shivani | I hope i'm not too late !!

A doll on a shelf can be no more than a decoration. It cannot love nor live─it does not blink, or breathe, or have a heart that beats. Yet, when the young woman slipped the newly-sown dress onto her, the doll on the shelf felt alive. She breathed like the tide, swayed like the ship, surged like the waves─but she was not alive. She did not belong to the water, but to the shelf with the glass covering; to the room of wood and stone; to the people who came and went to only spare her a glance. Pandora wanted to be alive.

One day, a doll on the shelf next to hers died. It had been standing at the edge of the water, neither living nor dead, when suddenly it fell in. Pandora watched the waves carry it away. She heard the clap of thunder when the shelf dropped that same day and listened to the waves roll in as the young woman spent her days trying to glue and sew back together the dolls that had drowned.

The following week, three more had died. The flood waters rose to her knees; Pandora knew it was only a matter of time until she, too, was consumed. When the still, lifeless water reached beyond her mouth, she gave in and sunk under. A doll on a shelf was never meant to live like the sea.

Pandora became numb for a long time. She felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing during that time, until one day, something was whispered gently into her ear.

“If the water has betrayed you, perhaps you could find a new life on the land.”

Although Pandora didn’t have the voice to respond, she could feel herself being dragged up towards the surface. As she broke free from her prison of water, she found herself on the shore, with new life breathed into her lungs.

“If you have never found warmth and love in the water, perhaps you can find it on the land.”

There was a shovel standing upright in the sand, it’s pitch black color a stark contrast to the beige sand and sky.

“But I was not made to experience those feelings. I belong to the water, it has claimed me,” Pandora insisted, her voice rough. “I have already died.”

“You are not the one who has died. Spare a look around and you will see the reason why.”

Following as the shovel said, the doll glanced to her sides, eyes widening at the sight she found. Piles of broken dolls were strewn about the shore, mangled faces she once knew staring back at her.

“They are the ones who were claimed by the sea.”

“Can they not be brought back to land as I was?”

“If you bury them beneath, they may have a chance.”

The doll thought she heard mischief in the shadow’s voice, but she brushed it off. It didn't matter even if everything was a lie, because Pandora knew she was no more alive than the dolls on the shore. She knew she belonged to the water, even if her two feet stood on land.

Perhaps in the future, someone would come across the doll digging graves for the dead, and bury her as well.

[Zelery]

Please judge this competition asap, as it has been well over a month since it has ended.
Thank you!

[rice;]

username: eonian | name: Pandora | gender: female | shadow's name: Shivani | I hope i'm not too late !!

A doll on a shelf can be no more than a decoration. It cannot love nor live─it does not blink, or breathe, or have a heart that beats. Yet, when the young woman slipped the newly-sown dress onto her, the doll on the shelf felt alive. She breathed like the tide, swayed like the ship, surged like the waves─but she was not alive. She did not belong to the water, but to the shelf with the glass covering; to the room of wood and stone; to the people who came and went to only spare her a glance. Pandora wanted to be alive.

One day, a doll on the shelf next to hers died. It had been standing at the edge of the water, neither living nor dead, when suddenly it fell in. Pandora watched the waves carry it away. She heard the clap of thunder when the shelf dropped that same day and listened to the waves roll in as the young woman spent her days trying to glue and sew back together the dolls that had drowned.

The following week, three more had died. The flood waters rose to her knees; Pandora knew it was only a matter of time until she, too, was consumed. When the still, lifeless water reached beyond her mouth, she gave in and sunk under. A doll on a shelf was never meant to live like the sea.

Pandora became numb for a long time. She felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing during that time, until one day, something was whispered gently into her ear.

“If the water has betrayed you, perhaps you could find a new life on the land.”

Although Pandora didn’t have the voice to respond, she could feel herself being dragged up towards the surface. As she broke free from her prison of water, she found herself on the shore, with new life breathed into her lungs.

“If you have never found warmth and love in the water, perhaps you can find it on the land.”

There was a shovel standing upright in the sand, it’s pitch black color a stark contrast to the beige sand and sky.

“But I was not made to experience those feelings. I belong to the water, it has claimed me,” Pandora insisted, her voice rough. “I have already died.”

“You are not the one who has died. Spare a look around and you will see the reason why.”

Following as the shovel said, the doll glanced to her sides, eyes widening at the sight she found. Piles of broken dolls were strewn about the shore, mangled faces she once knew staring back at her.

“They are the ones who were claimed by the sea.”

“Can they not be brought back to land as I was?”

“If you bury them beneath, they may have a chance.”

The doll thought she heard mischief in the shadow’s voice, but she brushed it off. It didn't matter even if everything was a lie, because Pandora knew she was no more alive than the dolls on the shore. She knew she belonged to the water, even if her two feet stood on land.

Perhaps in the future, someone would come across the doll digging graves for the dead, and bury her as well.

winner! congrats. sorry i didnt judge this earlier, i was not on cs for a long time