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Post by angelicdreams on Feb 8, 2013 16:34:13 GMT -5
Here's where I'll post all of my original writing, and some of my fanfics.  A lot of it will be depressing stuff, with my own personal combination of writing styles. I hope you enjoy. |
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Post by angelicdreams on Feb 8, 2013 16:59:04 GMT -5
A little girl, no older than five years old, giggled as she bounced on the couch, sitting between her Mommy and her Daddy. A bowl of popcorn sat in her lap, almost drenched in thick butter, the smell enticing and rich. It almost made her want to dig into it right away. But, her Mommy had told her not to touch any of the popcorn until the movie started.
The T.V was turned on, a commercial for the Salvation Army currently running. The five year old watched with a dull, almost bored expression, having never been the one to like commercials much. But, her baby blues lit up at the sight of her Mommy and Daddy walking in, hands entwined, and blissful smiles on their faces. They sat down on either side of her, her Daddy immediately snatching a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl and throwing one up, catching it in his mouth effortlessly.
"Hey!" the little girl whined, crossing her arms and giving him the most intimidating glare a child her age could muster up.
"Now, Mark, I told her she had to wait until the movie started!" her Mommy said, laughing and smiling.
Her Daddy held up his hands, almost in surrender. "Fine, fine. I'm sorry, kiddo."
The child only "hmph"ed, trying to keep a serious expression on her face, but faltering, and then falling into a fit of giggles a moment later.
"It's alright, Daddy!" she exclaimed happily. Then, the opening for the program began. Mrs. Claus was asking the viewers if they'd ever heard of the year when Santa tried to take a holiday.
The little child gasped, her eyes going wide and a hand going over her mouth. "No! Santa can't do that..." she muttered, a whine escaping her lips, sounding almost pathetic.
Her parents looked at each other and chuckled. Her Daddy hugged her with one arm, telling her to just watch.
By the end of the movie, the little child was tired, despite her weak protests that she wasn't.
"I'm not..." Yawn. "tired..." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes with one of her hands.
"Oh, yes you are. Come on, it's time to go to bed. Just think, tomorrow is Christmas." Her Mommy said, gathering the little girl into her arms. She snuggled against her Mommy, her long blonde locks falling from the ponytail they had been put up in, to keep her hair from getting covered in butter. The girl's long mane of hair stopped just below her butt, and was colored an almost angelic gold, as if the first rays of the rising sun had kissed her hair, and blessed it with such a beautiful color.
She was carried to her bedroom, and laid down upon her pink My Little Pony sheet, the Pinkie Pie comforter being brought up to cover her. Just as her Mommy was about to walk out, she stopped, and walked back to the bed, flicking on the light pink nightlight, and then kissing the little girl's forehead.
"Good night, Angelica. Sweet dreams."
And as her Mommy closed the door, it began to snow.
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This story will take a bit of a more mature, and dark, feel later on. This is just the introduction, so we can get to know a bit about little Angelica, and what kind of family she has.
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