This mannequin in the window looks like someone I know really well. She was worn a green jacket and a red fringed cut-off pants. Odd and  crummy.She has no arms, so she can’t hug anyone, a hit on her head and red lips. Her periwig is stripped. So are her clothes! Bald and alone. Her nose is impeccable. Like a mannequin and the boobs.The body size- 90-60-90. Although  she is very beautiful , she looks so ridiculous to death and she has the sadness to make someone in blues easily. She posed for a local newspaper headline picture as a dummy which had been raped by a night walker. It is a tall story but definitely real. A pervet but this time more different one than usual , around two o’clock at night breaking into the window of the  store and raped the dummy. The headline was  “Alive Rape To A Show-Window Mannequin“.

The owner of the store hadn’t allowed to the journalist to take the picture of raped  mannequin in the window, rightfully. He asked to all the local journalists angrily if they thought him as a pimp and threw his dummy to the storeroom that had been in the window for ten years, what a pitty and shame for the female dummy! Anyway, because the shop owner was very honorable, the dummy in our store posed for the journalists. She had also been damaged in years and had no arms, she was the suitable one for the headline after moving one of her leg backwards, and taking her green jacket a little bit off the shoulders and pulling down his red fringed pants and threw her onto the floor and was snapshotted. Many times. She became both well-known and scarlet. It seems as a sloppy story but the shop window dummies wish they had the ability to talk and tell al the details they lived but they are lifeless. Even she had no spirit, after posing for the headline, not to be recognized in the city, we made wore her big black glasses. The journalists had  promised us to ban her eyes but they  hadn’t kept their word. Then She had to hidden behind the big black sunglasses. Everybody goes window-shopping in crowded and luxurious main streets . She has been in an outlet store window since then. She looks someone I have known for ages. Weird and crummy.

The Dummy
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I took one goldfish out of aquarium today. My dear goldfish in a spoon of water now, moves into his new place to the trash bin under the sink without wasting time. I mean, I put it right there and he had no chance to close his eyes which had never had a chance in all life, he looks like looking at me. I worried but not very much. I laid quilt over Mary. I saved eleven dollars and fifty cent today and a goldfish died. Mary looks happy, I am not sure if she rejoices because he died but I know she doesn’t care about him.I can never figure her out, someone must tell me about her – A plump girl who I used to play hide and seek together. Someone is walking around rooms at home, never cares me and the goldfish. We grew up and have changed a lot. I was teasing her years ago. If I do nothing, I may die.  I pulled her hair and made her wake up. I fell asleep in peace as I thought I had annoyed Mary. I woke and sang arias to drive her mad. When she woke up, I slept again.

I was just about to leave home around half-past seven, she wanted me to buy some thousand-leaf at the market place. She had been doing very interesting and meaningless things these days, so I didn’t ask the reason of it. The money was only enough to buy some celery and some bread , so I came home with thousand-leaf. I could buy some bread but Ididn’t. I wanted her to suffer and hurt. She never cared, she made a mask with it for the beauty of her face. I was already ugly and have never needed to apply a  face mask. She didn’t ask me if I wanted it or not. I didn’t ask , either. I took my mirror from my secret drawer and squeez pimples and black spots. I plucked all my right  eyebrow. My face was freshened up with one eyebrow.I saw Mary in the mirror in my hand, she was so beautiful and much more bloomed with the thousand-leaf mask. She pulled up her skirt and watching her own beautiful legs. Her legs are charming, too. I dropped down the mirror from my hands. she was grumbling that breaking a mirror brings bad luck for forty-one years, and I didn’t have a reason to look at the mirrors as I was always very ugly. She added that I was unlucky enough. Although everything , I took the biggest piece of the broken mirror secretly to my drawer. Sometimes I would like to look at my face. I miss my motiveless ugliness from time to time. I won’t tuck her in bed, I wish she had died because of pneumonitis.

I like eating unnecessary things. Firstly, I unshell  pistachios, delicately and with the same caution I divide them as two parts and finally I eat all the unshelled and divided nuts as a big feast of taste . This makes my life easier, not to live for a big reason or not to wait for being invited to a wine and dine. All these unshelling activities go on about two hours untill I finish around a pound of it. I continue to eat sunflower seeds during the ongoing time and try to consume all nuts and time . I unshell the nuts and eat them, life goes on, in a way, time passes. Mary says I would be like a sack of potatoes and uglier than even before. Over and above , I was wasting money. Maybe, she is right but tell me a good reason for consumption and I will keep my hands off eating pistachios and sunflowers, extremely. I refuse to get into my shell, eating is life.

I have two more achnes on my nose now.”They put a damper on my beauty “, she is getting out of breath from laughing. I’m laughing a lot now. We tally with time and life. I probably wouldn’t like her so much if she stayed longer with me but she sleeps few and far at home. I like her limited. She will go soon. I like watching her beauty, the lack of my life. Every morning , I leave home, every year I lost my last age, every summer a familiar face moves away, every dog dies before me, life is actually just departure from cities and going away. She will move away. Another goldfish died today. She throws all goldfish one by one to the trash in days. She stands up suddenly and walks to the gardrobe, takes her favourite white shoes and opens the locker and takes out policies, papers and some letters, then bustles and throws all the nonsense stuff over the dead fish. I guess, junking gives her a secret charge. Motivelesness tickles her to death, this is the joy of her life. I want to read the letters but I don’t want to see the dead fish. The beautiful and secret woman…

The Odd Spirited Woman
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I really can’t think of anybody who hadn’t been told a haunted story years ago, I suppose there might be some people still believe in invisible existence and unknown ones who going around even in the drawers in our living rooms. The ghost maybe a temporary visitor, a long time guest or maybe addict to breath with you. There may be a hidden breath very silent which only some eyes can see them. The year was 7300 days ago, a ghost to be at home , placed an abondened inn among written but not sent letters with long time dust, very old books smelling mouldy with their worms which sometimes going out of their home and wandering on dirty floors and walls may be to be a moth one day, dateless torned leather gloves again dusty, a young lady who was found dead 7300 days ago , with a pink silk scarf in her hand , was sure a proof about that rainy night murder in sinister inn with weird scent pervading even around the shrubbery in the yard which 7300 nights ago a nameless owl was buried there, the young lady and the unknown owl were both killed in the same inn , a public building and the young woman’s private, secret place for meeting her invisible darling. There was a more odd and horrifying story among the owl and the woman and the man than it might seem to others. The ghost has been going around for many days and nights in this inn with a pink scarf which some rare people hardly ever see it from the dusty windows that flying at midnight with tu-whoo surrounding all the quiet town with the haunted odd story.

Have You Ever Been Told A Haunted Story?
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