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Sugar and spice
And everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of

A celebration of the creepy, deadly and dangerous litte girls of horror cinema

(a follow up to last year’s post)


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       The noises that the vampiress heard made her wrinkle her nose unpleasantly. It didn’t sound good. Her ivory hand pushed the door open more and she poked her head inside to see that Neo was working on a model of a house. “Sorry— I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can come back if you like,” she said, wincing slightly.

     ”No, no, come in,” insisted Neo. Whatever he’d broken was his own fault, and it wouldn’t be the first time his strength was more of a disadvantage than anything. Luckily, most of the time he had the finesse and dexterity to work with such fragile materials. It wouldn’t be difficult to fix. “You’re a welcome surprise,” he told his friend with a genuine smile.


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      A light rapping of knuckles is heard upon the door, though it was slightly ajar. Normally, Thea would’ve taken it upon herself to walk into the room but she was unsure of how Neo would react. She stood in the hallway, waiting. “Neo?”

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 —tink!

     —tink!

          —tinkcrrrack!

    Neo was tink, tink, tinkering away with a small model of a house. The miniature structure was astonishingly detailed, right down to the arched entryways and domed ceiling. The little figurine was less delicate than it looked, however Neo was stronger than most, too. His thumb slipped over a parapet on the figurine, snapping it off when he heard a familiar voice. He sighed but put the toy aside. “Thea,” he said, craning his neck towards the doorway from where he sat at his workdesk.