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Porcelain Doll
Joel Betancourt
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Joseph Amator is a ceramic artist putting the pieces of his life back together. He is preparing for his first one-man-show, while cleaning up after a disastrous love affair, and now, after meeting his ex-girlfriend’s lover, Joseph’s recurring nightmares are coming true. The monsters and horrors in his dreams have awoken and connect Joseph to a man once loved by the same woman he is trying to forget. A man with deep green eyes and deep dark secrets. A man whose power can leave anyone’s flesh as cold, as white, and as lifeless as the clay skin of a porcelain doll.


Hillary slept beside Patrick. At midnight, Patrick began twitching. Muscles in his body had violent contractions. His shaking woke Hillary.

“Patrick, Patrick, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Wha... what?” Patrick asked as he came out from under sleep’s hold.

“Patrick, you’re shaking.”

“My head. My head hurts. It hurts so much.”

The muscle spasms continued.

“Patrick, you’re... you’re scaring me.”

“My... my head. Hillary, my head.”

“What’s going on?”

“I... I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to call an ambulance?”

“I... don’t know. Oh, God!” A pain ripped through Patrick’s face. “Oh, God!”

“Patrick, what... what is it?”

“Oh...” The muscles in the left side of Patrick’s face contracted all at once. His face twisted over to one side. “Oh, God.”

Patrick brought his hand up to his mouth. His fingers on his left hand had straightened themselves out. He tried to relax them but he couldn’t.

“Oh, God! Help me.”

“Patrick, Patrick, you’re having a seizure.”

“Hillary... hel... help me.”

A pain shot through Patrick’s body.

“Ahh...” cried Patrick.

Hillary jumped at the phone next to her bed. She rammed her fingers on three digits.

“Hello, yes... yes, please help me. My boyfriend is having a stroke.”

“Help me.” Patrick raised his hand toward Hillary. His fingers twisted in different directions. His hand resembled a contorted branch of a dying tree.


Joel Betancourt is a Cuban born ceramic artist and writer. His written work has been published in Ceramics Monthly, Active Times Magazine, Pottery Making Illustrated, Horror Garage and The Palm Beach Post.  His ceramic work has been shown in numerous South Florida galleries. He lives in West Palm Beach, Florida.

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ISBN(13-digit): 9781597054898
Copyright: 2010
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 361
Paper Weight (lb): 15.0

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