UTAU Short Story 003: Masanee's GiftMasanee growled and rolled around several times on her makeshift mattress to try and drown out the music that echoed through the vents. Grabbing her improvised pillow, she slammed it over her head and held it there in an attempt to block out the jolly jingles. She loathed this time of the year for numerous reasons; the constant drone of repeated Christmas songs, the bustling crowds that crammed themselves into the streets rushing to gather anything that would serve as gifts for their loved ones. The bright, multicolored lights that ruthlessly burned Masanee’s eyes each time she gazed at them in wonderment.UTAU Short Story 003: Masanee's Gift16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The list itself would go on and on for days.
From what she knew, her other housemates had left the radio on whilst they ventured off into the cold climate beyond the front door and had been gone for almost an hour. They never did tell her where they were going and in all honesty; Masanee didn’t care. She just wished they would have had the decency to silence the awful mus
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A tyke padded down the stairs of his home, clutching his stuffed animal. He’d just awoken for yet another day. Softly, he yawns and rubs his emerald eye. Obviously, he went straight into the kitchen. Lo and behold, his father was making scrambled eggs for him. Smiling a bit, Adrian yawned once more. Hearing this, his father glanced over to see him.
“Hey bud, how did you sleep..?” The man asked, striding over. Scooping up his only child, the ginger kissed his cheek and placed Adrian in a chair. Said child giggles, hugging his fluffy companion. His father ruffles his hair.
“Awesomely..!” Adrian squeaks, giggling more. Nodding, the adult continued making them both breakfast. Once they began to ate, Adrian’s father asked his son what he wanted to do today.
“Can we go to the park..? After church?” the blonde tot suggests, his green eyes glimmering with hope. Nodding, his father smiles at him. Once the two finished brea
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Partie 1 : Naissances
Ma mère avait 19 ans lorsqu’elle apprit qu'elle était enceinte de son premier enfant, je dit premier parce qu'elle en a eu bien d'autre après lui. Elle était tombé amoureuse d'un homme, qu'importe son prénom à présent, qui l'avait abandonné une fois la nouvelle apprise.
Mais il faut que je vous la décrive ma mère, elle avait donc 19 ans, des cheveux longs et roux, des yeux verts, une peau blanche et quelques taches de rousseur. Ophélie Mans, ma maman, n'était pas maigre et ne l'a jamais été d'ailleurs même quand elle vivait dans la rue et