Hey, this is a collection of one-shots that I am writing for a contest. So, enjoy!
Her eyes were blue, her hair was dark. She blinked, her round chubby face smiling. She gazed at the loved ones around her, each of them seemed excited for some reason she couldn't understand.
She was propped up by a muscular man, with sandy blonde hair. She has seen this man every day. He was always gentle with her, happy and made noises toward her. It seemed as if all the people aound her understood what these noises meant, and responded with other strange noises.
She smiled happily when a woman picked her up. The woman had the same dark hair as her own. This woman made her feel at comfort, more calm and less stressed. The woman sat her up on the soft, velvet couch. She slid her small, delicate fingers along the soft cushion. The woman watched her, happily. Soon, her hand found it's way to the woman's braid. The woman smiled as she clutched her tiny fingers around the end of it.
After a while, a noise came from the right. She was picked up by the woman and carried into the room where tasty things come from. Then woman gently paced her in a chair that was high off the ground. Suspended in front of her was a flat white smooth plastic surface. She moved her fingers across it, smiling.
Suddenly a roar of collective noises began, singsong-like. Then, a small round-topped cake was in her view. The candle upon this cake caught her view. She watched the orange and yellow flame flicker around, dancing. She made a noise of appeal. The fire of the candle was placed just out of her reach. Suddenly, the singing voice stopped. The man and woman bent down together and blew at the candle. The iluminating flame was soon replaced with a swirling grey gas.
Then, the man took out the candle and placed the cake right in front of her. Her hands instantly grabbed at it and ran it to her mouth, which filled with a sweet, rich taste. She repeated this until there was nothing left but deep blue frosting on her rosy cheeks.
There was laughter and the man picked her up, carrying her into a white room. He turned a lever and clear water began pouring into a tub. She watched, amazed that something could come from almost nothing.
The man stripped her of her soiled clothing and placed her, sitting in the warm water. She smiled and forced her hands down into the water, watching some of it come up. The man took a soft light blue sponge and masaged white bubbles along her olive skin. She giggled, as the sponge tickled the bottoms of her feet.
Then, some of the water began trickling down her back as the man cupped it in his gentle hands. She soon saw the white bubbles disappear off her soft skin and into the once clear water. Soon enough, the water around her began swirling just infrint of her when the man pulled out something attached to a shiny silver chain.
She was then lifted out of the the tub and placed into soft, light blue clothing. This wasn't like the clothing she was changed into after awaken from a nice deep sleep. This clothing was much softer. The man the cuddle her in between his arms and chest. She nuzzled herself into him. A small high-pitched yawn escaped her mouth. The man mad quiet, comforting noises toward her.
Then, the next thing she knew, she was in a saphire blue room. She felt softness and warmth around her as she felt soft, large lips against her forehead. She snuggled into the warmth and dozed off into a peaceful slumber.