CameronIrving

~Twenty Years Ago~ A baby's shrill cry split the ears of everyone in the room. The father's lips curled into an annoyed scowl, while the mother's eyes were wide with horror, her entire body shaking with disgust and revulsion. "Get that thing away from me!" the mother yelled. A mid-wife took the baby and went to wash him. The mother got up and dressed. "It's going to be very troublesome raising a child in a place like this," the father growled, disgusted. "But my Lord…" The mid-wife hesitated, gently jostling the baby. "You're the one who wanted this to happen…" "I know that," he snapped. She cringed and nodded vigorously. 'Is this truly

Please don't hate me for this, I just like being random. And what does random birth? Random stories! :D BEGIN! This is in the view of an artistic ceramist. :D ~*~*~*~*~*~ I sat in my favorite chair in front of my favorite desk, paints and little knick-knacks all around me. I picked up a fairly bare one and picked up a brush, dabbing it in the water, I dipped the fairly wet brush into the paint on the makeshift palette, and picked up the knick-knack and carefully started painting the hair. Carefully I painted the hair that was closest to the skin when the door was thrown open along with a cry. "Granma, Granma!!!" I laughed and looked