A fantasy author from Malaysia. I write because my imagination needs a place to breathe.
One of the doll’s eyes wasn’t closing anymore. It hadn’t worked properly since the last time it was thrown to the ground. The doll was very plain. Only a small dress covered the grungy body. At one time, the dress would have shown a wonderfully bright-white flower, a cartoonish daisy with a silly smile across the short yellow disk florets, which had probably been a big selling point for the doll. The tattered arm of this relic dangled from the small pale hand of the young girl who was caring f. . .
One of the doll’s eyes wasn’t closing anymore. It hadn’t worked properly since the last time it was thrown to the ground. The doll was very plain. Only a small dress covered the grungy body. At one time, the dress would have shown a wonderfully bright-white flower, a cartoonish daisy with a silly smile across the short yellow disk florets, which had probably been a big selling point for the doll. The tattered arm of this relic dangled from the small pale hand of the young girl who was caring f. . .
