Lockheart Manor

Lockheart Manor

Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Our story begins in a quaint little town somewhere in England, on an old, dreary road that houses several old properties. Many of them mansions, some manors, and some unfinished construction projects that never really came to completion. Though dreary, this road was clearly not poor. In fact, it was quite rich. White picket fences and red letter boxes. Autumn leaves scattered over unused roads. Rich, but not remembered. On this dreary, old and diminished road, specifically at one of the larger manor’s with a decent sized patch grass at the front - sat the road’s most popular feature: Lockheart Manor. The manor belonged to an elderly man; one with a quiet reputation for making toys, or more specifically dolls, for folk in much richer places. Though his reputation was quiet, the man, known as the dollmaker, made quite the income with his dolls. People discovered his work through word of mouth; he never advertised. His dolls were…different to those one would find in a toy store.

Summary

Our story begins in a quaint little town somewhere in England, on an old, dreary road that houses several old properties. Many of them mansions, some manors, and some unfinished construction projects that never really came to completion.

Though dreary, this road was clearly not poor. In fact, it was quite rich. White picket fences and red letter boxes. Autumn leaves scattered over unused roads. Rich, but not remembered.

On this dreary, old and diminished road, specifically at one of the larger manor’s with a decent sized patch grass at the front - sat the road’s most popular feature: Lockheart Manor.

The manor belonged to an elderly man; one with a quiet reputation for making toys, or more specifically dolls, for folk in much richer places.

Though his reputation was quiet, the man, known as the dollmaker, made quite the income with his dolls. People discovered his work through word of mouth; he never advertised. His dolls were…different to those one would find in a toy store.

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Submitted: May 10, 2016

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The weather was dreary, as was the road outside. Inside, it was warm. Chandeliers hung from high ceilings, and tiny candles flickered beneath glass casing in boxes dotted around the foyer. The floor was draped in thick, plush carpets; rich with black fur, to better accommodate the colour scheming of the manor, which, naturally was black with the occasional slither of silver.

Tall windows allowed for light to pool in from beneath long, thick curtains of a gentle gray; spilling on the floor in puddles of expensive fabric and drawstrings longer than the average adult.

The manor was a big place, to say the least. It had been bought back years ago before it had become the doll maker’s home, and years before it had even been a manor. Naturally, the place had history, as did the people in it. And the people that were not quite people, but people all the same.

As was the norm in the manor, the huge oak wood doors were closed but unlocked, and the upper windows atop the taller ones were slightly ajar to allow air to send a gentle breeze through the large building. It helped stop the layers of dust from settling on the furniture.

Long, plush chaises lined the walls here and there, along with tall candle holders in the shape of magnificent spirals, and delicate black frosted glass tables, and chairs with little lace cushions and perfect pin stripes to match. It was quite the place to live, if you  didn’t mind how big it was.

Though the manor for the time being was silent, there would soon be sounds filling the spacious foyer. A  harp of the dainty variety sat at the top of a long flight of carpeted stairs, set with a tiny stool about the right size for a small child, illuminating just how lovely the manor was.

But not as lovely as the dolls. Nothing was quite as lovely as Lockheart Manor’s dolls.

People often offered a lot of money for a mere glimpse at the dollmaker’s creations, in the hopes of figuring out his secret.

You see, the doll maker was not just any doll maker. His dolls were quite unique. Each had it’s own personality, and it’s own little imperfections and traits that only it’s owner would know of, and come to figure out.

These dolls were not just dolls.

They were part human.

 


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