Today’s confession is a rather lovely short story with a nice twist, I found it on deviantART and I just had to share it with you guys The sketch belongs to the story. Enjoy!

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The Mannequin’s Heart

by Adalmin

There was once a Creator, who spent all his time making mannequins. He was a lonely person, so he made all kinds of mannequins for company – men, women, children, and even animals.

One day, he discovered that he had made the perfect mannequin. It was a woman, and it was kind and sweet and a very good friend. The Creator was very happy with the mannequin, and the mannequin was very happy with her Creator.

But the Creator was a curious, probing person who liked to experiment. While he was tinkering away in his laboratory he discovered that he could give his mannequin a heart, a warm, rich heart that would beat and beat under the mannequin’s chest.

He was very excited with his discovery, so he spent all day making a heart for his mannequin. When she came to his laboratory to call him for dinner, she saw him happily sewing up flaps and quilting up flesh, so she asked him what he was doing.

The Creator said, “My dear, I’m making a heart for you!”

And the Mannequin replied, “Why?”

And the Creator said, “So that you can feel all the lovely things I feel! You will become a real person after I make this heart for you!”

“But I do not want a heart,” the Mannequin said, but the Creator did not hear her.

He worked for days and nights and weeks and months, and the Mannequin took care of him and fed him throughout his endeavour. One day, however, he shot up in his seat and raised his fist to the air in triumph – “The heart is finished!” he shouted, and there it was, warm and rich and red in his hands.

So the Creator made his Mannequin lie down on the slab, and he prepared his instruments for the delicate operation. As he checked his scalpels and needles, the Mannequin said, in a very quiet voice, “I do not want a heart.”

And the Creator said, “What nonsense! Everyone wants a heart!”

So the Mannequin fell quiet and watched her Creator clutch the globe of her Heart in one hand and a shimmering knife in the other.

“Are you ready?” the Creator said, and his face was flushed with excitement. And his Mannequin looked at his hands and then down at her chest and she said, in the same quiet voice, “I do not want a heart.”

But the Creator was already cutting her open.

He pushed the knife into her leather chest and sliced it open. Then, with his other hand, he lowered the Heart into the hole and quickly sewed it up. It was done! His Mannequin now had a Heart, a real heart, a heart that would beat and beat under her chest and sing quietly to him at night.

“There!” he said. “Now you have a heart!”

But the Mannequin did not move.

The Creator was puzzled, so he checked his equipment and checked her body one more time. He plugged and unplugged the wires and cables and gazed into her hollow eyes but the Mannequin remained cold and still on the slab.

He put his ear to her chest and listened to her Heart, waiting to hear the rhythm of its beat, but it was as silent as glass and death.