Prompt

The sisters' laughter was shrill, harsh, mocking, it seemed capable of extinguishing any spark of hope if the witches could find it in the dark and lonely heart of the Monster. Lucinda, as usual, spoke first. The monster, as if hypnotized, did not take his eyes off her face. The witch resembled a strange animated doll with a porcelain face and a shabby dress. Lucinda's voice was even more terrifying—mechanical, monotonous, devoid of intonation.