bluerosekatie

    A single star streaked across Popstar’s sky, shedding sparks as it crossed the night.  Kirby watched it.     That one looks different…     He heard a sound.  A quiet whimper coming from outside the door of his house made him look around.  Whatever it was whimpered again, then started to cry, still somewhat quietly.  Kirby stood up and walked to the door.  Opening it, he saw a smooth, icy track in the snow leading to his doorstep, and on the step, there was a girl.  She was tiny, with big brown eyes and a magenta bow on her head.       Kirby picked her up.      A baby? He cradled the pale colored girl as she slowly stopped crying.  Th...