Rosy & Suzy
Hello and welcome!
We’re absolutely thrilled to have you here! First things first, we’d love to hear your thoughts on our idea. Did it capture your heart? We sure hope so!
Allow us to introduce ourselves: We’re Rosy and Suzy, daughters of the beloved angel Gloria. You know her, the angel from the Nativity scene! Inspired by our mother, our creator, Maria, brought us to life. Now, we can’t wait to find a home with you!
Oh, but wait! We almost forgot to share a special surprise from our mother. Since we’re still little, she won’t let us travel alone. That means we need some companions on our journey! If you fill our plane with other doll characters, by spending at least €800, our mother will let us travel to you for free!
So, why not gather a few more friends and bring us home at no extra cost? We’re beyond excited to join you!
With love, ❤️
✨ Rosy & Suzy ✨
| Rosy & Suzy were born in 20 days. |
Mr. Agoo
In every carnival, there’s always one performer who stands out, not just for their talent, but for their knack for chaos. For Markos, the upset carnival leader, that star troublemaker was none other than Mr. Agoo, the street-performing bear.
Mr. Agoo was the face of the Carnival March, pedaling atop his penny-farthing bicycle with unmatched flair. He thrilled the crowd with daring stunts, juggling props, and spinning his handlebars. But as much as the audience adored him, Markos dreaded every show. Mr. Agoo had a knack for the unpredictable. Whether it was veering off course, stopping mid-parade to dance with the crowd, or simply ignoring instructions, the bear was a master at causing a stir.
Now, it was Easter Eve, and the carnival team was preparing for their grand performance. Markos couldn’t shake his growing concern. “Agoo,” he warned as the bear adjusted his tiny hat and mounted his penny-farthing, “stick to the routine this time. And for heaven’s sake, don’t lose the chocolate eggs! The kids are counting on us!” [read more]
Mr. Agoo saluted with a cheeky grin. “Relax, boss. I’ve got this!”
The parade began, vibrant and lively. Crowds lined the streets, cheering as dancers, musicians, and performers passed by. At the front of the procession was Mr. Agoo, spinning around on his bicycle with a large egg bag of chocolate eggs tied securely to his back. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until it wasn’t.
Midway through the show, Mr. Agoo vanished. One moment, he was pedaling in front of the team; the next, he was gone.
Markos’ heart sank. “Where is he?!” he shouted, scanning the crowd. The rest of the team faltered, unsure of what to do without their lead actor. Markos had no choice but to leave the parade and search for the missing bear.
After a frantic hunt, Markos spotted a familiar furry figure sitting at a snack bar. There was Mr. Agoo, blissfully munching on a massive burger and a mountain of French fries.
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!” Markos roared, storming up to him.
Mr. Agoo blinked, unfazed. “What’s the problem, boss?” he asked, licking ketchup off his paw.
“What’s the problem?! You abandoned the parade! The kids are waiting for their chocolate eggs! Where are they?!”
Mr. Agoo lazily patted his large egg bag that contained the chocolate eggs. “Oh, they’re safe. Don’t worry. I might’ve eaten a couple, they’re really good, you know, but there’s plenty left!” He finished his fries with a satisfied sigh. “I was hungry, so I thought I’d grab a bite. Can’t perform on an empty stomach, can I?”
Markos buried his face in his hands but knew arguing was futile. “Fine. Let’s just get back before the crowd riots.”
Back at the parade, the crowd erupted into cheers as Mr. Agoo returned, chocolate eggs in tow. The kids shouted with delight as he tossed eggs to them from his lofty perch on the penny-farthing. Then, with his signature flair, Mr. Agoo launched into an impromptu performance, balancing on two wheels, juggling colorful balls, and tossing chocolate eggs into the crowd all at once.
The children laughed, their faces lit with pure joy, while the rest of the performance team joined in the fun. Markos, though thoroughly angry, couldn’t help but smile at the chaos.
By the end of the show, the streets were filled with happy children clutching their chocolate treasures, and the crowd roared with applause. Mr. Agoo bowed theatrically from his bicycle, soaking in the adoration.
As the parade wrapped up, Markos shook his head, a mix of frustration and admiration. “You’re impossible, Agoo. But you did make everyone smile.”
Mr. Agoo grinned, popping a leftover chocolate egg into his mouth. “That’s the idea, boss. Now, about dessert…”
Markos groaned, but the crowd’s laughter rang louder than ever, marking another unforgettable carnival performance. [/read]
| The character was crafted in 7 days. |
Grandpa Santa Adventure
In a cozy little village tucked away in a snow-covered valley, there lived a very special Grandpa. His name was Emmanuel, but everyone in the village called him Grandpa Santa. Grandpa Santa wasn’t made of the usual flesh and bone. No, Grandpa Santa was different; he was made entirely of soft, fluffy cotton. His beard was so fluffy that the children loved to curl up inside it, and his warm smile seemed to fill the whole room with joy.
Grandpa Santa Claus wasn’t alone, either. He had three wonderful grandkids who were just like him. Max, the oldest at ten, was a soft, snowy white cotton doll with a heart full of kindness. Ben, who was eight, was made of cotton, too, with cheeks so pink that they looked like little puffs of cloud. Lily, just five years old, was the tiniest and fluffiest of them all, with big, round eyes and a laugh as gentle as a summer breeze. She was Grandpa Santa’s closest grandchild, his cherished angel whom he believed was sent straight from heaven. [read more]
Grandpa Santa and his grandkids lived in a little house at the edge of the village, surrounded by tall snow-covered pine trees. Every year, as Christmas approached, Grandpa Santa would weave wonderful stories of the magical cotton world where he grew up, filled with cotton candy clouds, snowflakes made of sugar, and starry skies that twinkled like diamonds.
But this year, something very special was going to happen. The grandkids had always loved curling up in Grandpa Santa’s beard and listening to his stories, but this year, Grandpa Santa had a surprise for them.
One cold Christmas Eve, after the family had gathered around the fireplace, Grandpa Santa gave his grandkids a twinkle in his eyes.
“Are you ready for an adventure, my little ones?” he asked in a warm, rumbly voice that sounded like the softest cotton rustling in the wind.
Lily, Ben, and Max looked at each other, their hearts fluttering with excitement. “What kind of adventure, Grandpa?” asked Lily.
Grandpa Santa smiled and patted his soft beard. It’s time to take a journey to the magical Cottonwood Grove, where the Christmas magic is woven into the very fabric of the world. And this year, you three are the chosen ones to help me spread the Christmas cheer.” Grandpa Santa said.
The grandkids giggled with delight and hurried to climb into Grandpa Santa’s soft, fluffy beard, nestling into the cottony softness like it was the most comfortable bed in the world. Grandpa Santa gave a hearty laugh, feeling the warmth of his grandkids snuggled close to him.
“Hold on tight!” Grandpa Santa boomed. And with that, a soft, magical breeze swirled around them. Suddenly, the world around them began to shift and shimmer as they traveled through the sky. Surprisingly, they were flying!
The cotton clouds beneath their feet felt like a warm, bouncy trampoline as Grandpa Santa soared higher and higher, carrying his grandkids in his fluffy, snow-white beard. The stars twinkled like little beads of sugar, and the moon was a glowing cotton ball floating just out of reach.
“This is amazing!” Ben shouted, his voice muffled by the soft cotton that surrounded them.
“We’re on our way to Cottonwood Grove, a magical place where the trees are made of the softest, fluffiest cotton you can imagine,” Grandpa Santa explained, his deep voice filling the air like a soft lullaby. “There, we’ll deliver the Christmas spirit to all the creatures who live there.”
As they flew over the snow-capped mountains and sparkling rivers, the grandkids could see the lights of Cottonwoodland in the distance, glowing softly in the night like the twinkle of a thousand stars.
When they landed, they were greeted by the softest trees the kids had ever seen; each one was made of the softest cotton, with branches that swayed gently in the breeze. The ground was covered in fluffy cotton snow, and the air smelled like fresh sugar and cinnamon.
Lily, Ben, and Max couldn’t believe their eyes. “It’s so soft!” Max giggled, bouncing in the fluffy cotton snow.
Grandpa Santa led them through Cottonwood Grove, and they soon arrived at the great cotton tree, the tallest and fluffiest tree in all of Cottonwood Grove. It was said to hold the spirit of Christmas itself. The tree’s branches were covered with shimmering cotton snowflakes, and its trunk was wrapped in glowing cotton ribbons.
“This is where the Christmas magic begins,” Grandpa Santa said, “but it needs a little extra help this year. That’s why you’re here.”
He reached into his soft, fluffy beard and pulled out a bundle of glowing cotton thread. “We need to weave the magic back into the tree,” Grandpa Santa explained. “The thread of love, kindness, and joy will fill the tree with Christmas spirit, and it will spread to everyone in the land.”
Lily, Ben, and Max eagerly took the glowing thread from Grandpa Santa. They started weaving it through the branches of the Great Cotton Tree, their tiny hands working together. As they did, the tree seemed to come alive, its branches stretching higher into the sky, and the cotton snowflakes twinkled brighter than ever before.
The moment they finished, a soft, magical glow enveloped the woodland. The cotton trees all around them began to glow and sparkle, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of Christmas gingerbread, candy canes, and fresh snow.
“Look!” Max pointed to the sky as thousands of cotton snowflakes began to fall gently around them, each one carrying a little piece of Christmas magic.
Grandpa Santa gave them a proud smile. “You’ve done it, my little ones. You’ve brought the magic of Christmas back to the Cottonwood Grove.”
As the soft snowflakes drifted down, Grandpa Santa scooped up his grandkids from his fluffy beard and gave them each a warm hug. “It’s time to head home now,” he said, his voice full of love. “The world needs your Christmas spirit more than ever.”
They flew back through the night sky, their hearts full of joy and wonder. When they returned to their cosy home, the fire was still crackling, and the Christmas tree in the corner was sparkling brightly. Grandpa Santa tucked his grandkids back into bed, and with a soft smile, he whispered, “Merry Christmas, my little ones. Remember, the best Christmas magic is the kind we create together.”
As the grandkids drifted off to sleep, they could feel the soft, warm glow of the Christmas spirit all around them, wrapped in love, kindness, and magic.
And from that night on, Grandpa Santa’s fluffy beard would always carry the spirit of Christmas with him, wherever he went. [/read]
| The characters were crafted in 20 days. |
The Brothers Santas
The three brother Santas are enchanting Christmas hanging ornaments. Each is carefully handcrafted from organic cotton in vintage style. Their intricate details, from the texture of their beards to the unique design of their hats, give them a timeless quality that adds character to any Christmas setting. Whether hung on a tree, displayed on a mantle, or incorporated into a festive garland, these Santas bring a cozy, nostalgic warmth to your holiday décor. Their whimsical charm makes them a delightful addition to your seasonal decorations, creating a festive atmosphere that can be enjoyed year after year. [read more]
The oldest brother Santa’s face has a warm, classic design with a fluffy organic cotton beard, softly curled to mimic the gentle waves of snow. His rosy cheeks, made from hand-dyed clay, add a touch of warmth to his fair skin. A soft, red cotton hat sits atop his head, trimmed with delicate white cotton to complete the traditional holiday look. His kind eyes, embroidered with fine detail, give him a welcoming expression, ready to greet everyone who enters your home.
The middle brother has a more earthy and rustic charm. He wears a tea-colored hat, adorned with sprigs of Christmas holly, the deep green leaves contrasting beautifully with the bright red berries. His beard, made from raw cotton, has a slightly rugged texture, but it shimmers softly in the light, thanks to the sprinkling of natural mica that dusts it. This Santa has a more outdoorsy feel as if he’s just come in from gathering holly and pinecones, bringing the essence of nature and the holiday season into your home.
The youngest one brings a playful and fresh energy to the trio. His outfit is adorned with touches of nature, starting with his organic green hat brim, which is lightly dusted with shell mica, giving it a subtle, iridescent shimmer. His beard is a soft mixture of lambswool and raw cotton, creating a delicate balance of texture and softness that adds to his youthful charm. This Santa feels lively and vibrant, as though he embodies the spirit of the forest during wintertime, ready to spread joy and laughter with a mischievous yet gentle twinkle in his eyes. [/read]
| The characters were crafted in 15 days. |
Lilyan
In the heart of spring, when the world begins to bloom and the air is fragrant with new life, a young girl named Lilyan sets off on a journey to Greece. She had long dreamed of visiting the land of ancient myths and azure seas, where the history of gods and philosophers intertwined with the modern charm of its whitewashed villages and olive groves.
Arriving in Athens, the city pulsed with excitement. Lilyan wandered through the lively Plaka neighborhood, with its cobblestone alleys and colorful shops, each brimming with unique handmade items. Yet, it was not the temples or the statues that captured her heart that day, but a quaint little bazaar she stumbled upon tucked away from the main square.
The bazaar was bustling with locals and tourists, but one particular stall caught her eThe bustling bazaar drew her in, but a stall of stunning umbrellas, each uniquely beautiful, captured her attention.ye. It was adorned with a delightful collection of umbrellas, each one more beautiful than the last. The vendor, an old woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile, noticed Lilyan’s interest and beckoned her closer. [read more]
The elderly woman’s voice was soft yet filled with pride, “These umbrellas are not just for the rain, dear. Each one tells a story. Some carry the tales of ancient gods, others the whispers of the sea.”
Lilyan’s eyes widened as she took in the stunning display before her. The umbrellas were nothing like the ones she had seen back home. Each was hand-painted with intricate designs that seemed to come alive under the soft spring sunlight. One had golden rays of sunlight dancing across it, while another was adorned with delicate olive branches, a nod to Athena, the goddess of wisdom. But one, in particular, drew Lilyan closer.
“This one,” Lilyan whispered, almost to herself.
The old woman smiled knowingly. “Ah, you have a good eye. That umbrella is special, much like Greece itself. It will bring you protection and beauty, wherever you go.”
Lilyan hesitated, though she couldn’t say why. She felt as if choosing this umbrella was not just about practicality. It was about carrying a piece of Greece with her, about taking home more than just memories. After a moment, she nodded, her heart set.
The woman wrapped the umbrella carefully in a linen cloth, the scent of lavender faintly rising from it. “May it bring you as much joy as Greece has given to us,” she said warmly.
As Lilyan left the bazaar, the umbrella tucked safely under her arm, she felt a sense of fulfillment that she hadn’t expected. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the ancient city, but Lilyan’s heart was light. She felt connected to this place in a way she hadn’t before not just through the monuments and landscapes, but through the warmth of the people and the small, meaningful moments like this one.
For the rest of her trip, the umbrella accompanied her whether shading her from the midday sun as she explored the islands or offering a splash of color as she strolled through the ancient ruins. Every time she held it, she felt the magic of Greece in her hands.
As Lilyan prepared to head home, she smiled and packed the umbrella in her bag. She knew it would remind her of more than just her adventure. It would remind her of the unexpected beauty in a small bazaar, and the stories that live in the simple things, like a hand-painted umbrella from Greece. [/read]
| The character was crafted in 7 days. |
Lavinia
In the winter of 1870, Lavinia and her family lived in a traditional American village, known for its rich artistic and historical charm, with numerous shops offering old items, drawings, paintings, and handmade crafts. Lavinia often walked through the village center with her younger brother, Dob, after school, stopping at the French bakery to buy fresh bread.
One day, on their way home, Lavinia noticed an antique shop called “The Gilded Age Emporium” displaying a beautiful toy horse with dark red wheels. Both she and Dob were captivated by it. “Lavinia, wow! Look at this horse, it’s so beautiful! Can we see it up close?” Dob eagerly asked. “Yes, little one, it’s stunning. Let’s take a closer look,” Lavinia replied. Dob then asked if he could ride the horse for a few minutes, and Philo, the kind shop owner, was happy to oblige. Philo, who had a passion for collecting antiques, loved children deeply and longed to have one of his own, although fate had not yet blessed him with that gift. He believed that God would eventually grant him a child with his devoted wife. [read more]
“Do you like the ride, kid?” Philo asked Dob. “Yeah, it’s wonderful! Thank you, Uncle,” Dob responded, delighted. From that day on, Dob would stop by the shop to ride the horse daily after school, with Philo generously allowing him to do so without any concern.
As spring approached, so did Dob’s birthday. Lavinia wanted to surprise him with the toy horse he loved so much. She broke open her porcelain piggy bank to see how much she had saved since summer. “It’s $5, and the horse costs $5, just as Philo mentioned. Thank God,” Lavinia said, feeling deeply grateful. She then asked her mother what they would prepare for Dob’s birthday the next day. Her mother requested that she buy an Italian pizza from the bakery before 3:00 pm, as it closed early on weekends. “Mom, what about the cake? Aren’t we baking a chocolate cake?” Lavinia asked in surprise. “I’m sorry, dear, our chickens haven’t laid any eggs for two days, so no cake this time,” her mother replied sadly. “It’s okay, Mom, we’ll make do,” Lavinia said, trying to stay positive.
The next day, Lavinia rushed to “The Gilded Age Emporium” to purchase the toy horse, only to find it missing from the window display. Panicking, she hurried inside, fighting back tears, and anxiously asked Philo if the horse had been sold. “Hey there, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Oh, the horse! It’s still here. I was just marking items for sale, and the horse is included; it’s now discounted from $5 to $3,” Philo explained.
Overwhelmed with relief, Lavinia realized how fortunate she was. “Thank God! I’m so happy it’s still available. I want to buy it right away for Dob’s birthday,” she told Philo. “Oh, really? Is today his birthday? How wonderful! Would you also accept this handmade bear as a gift for Dob? It’s made from 100% pure cotton, and your brother deserves it,” Philo offered with a smile. “Thank you so much, Philo! Dob will love it, especially because it’s from you,” Lavinia responded gratefully.
With $5, Lavinia purchased the toy horse for $3 and used the remaining $2 to buy a chocolate cake. She returned home, her heart overflowing with joy, ready to surprise both her brother and her mother. [/read]
| The scene was crafted in 15 days. |
Moria
Hi, it’s Moria, a Victorian doll angel and the sister of the angel doll Gloria. I’m glad to have you on my page and to have you enjoying reading my magical story.
One beautiful, sunny day, I could hear birds singing, smell the flowers, and hear the gurgling sounds of water coming from the charming nature. While flying in the clear sky, I found a lonely, fluffy cloud moving toward me. I decided to sit on it to catch my breath after a long flight. The cloud started taking me on a trip to show me the beauty of God’s craft. “Oh, my God, what beautiful nature God made,” I said in impress. It is like a symphony of vivid colors and serene sounds. Mountains rise against the horizon, their peaks kissed by clouds, while lush forests teem with life, their canopies a vibrant green tapestry. [read more]
Suddenly, a cloud drifted across the valleys, casting a soft shadow over the land. I watched as the crystal-clear waters below shimmered under the golden rays of the sun, reflecting the beauty of the sky. Wildflowers bloomed in an explosion of vibrant colors, painting the valleys with a kaleidoscope of hues. The air was filled with the whisper of the wind as it gently rustled through the trees, bringing with it a profound sense of peace.
All these sights and sounds blended together like a harmonious song. The birds’ melodic calls and the soft rustling of leaves created a soothing symphony, inviting you to pause, breathe deeply, and marvel at the intricate and breathtaking beauty of nature.
Then, I asked myself, “Isn’t God worth thanking for all these graces he gave us in our lives?” [/read]
| The character was crafted in 10 days. |
The Lovely Moment
The Sun: Finally, it’s eclipse time, and I get to see you! I’ve been waiting all year just to tell you how much I miss and love you. Thank goodness for this moment we can share.
The Moon: Oh, my love, I’ve been waiting for you, too. Give me your hand, I miss touching you so much. Every day apart has only made my love for you grow stronger. I couldn’t wait to see your bright, lovely face again.
The Sun: It’s time to sing for you with my handmade harp the song “Your touch always cools my burning heat.”
The Moon: Your voice touches my soul. I can feel your powerful love. I wonder why people think being away from your beloved weakens love. Don’t they know that love and longing grow stronger with separation? [read more]The Sun: They should. The distance between us makes each reunion more beautiful. Every moment without you, I burn brighter, yearning to be near you. And when we meet, it feels like all the universe stops, just for us. Our love defies the laws of the cosmos.
The Moon: Yes, it does. When I’m away, I feel your warmth from afar, and it keeps me going, counting the days until we meet again. I long for the moments when our edges touch, our light blending together in that brief, magical instant.
The Sun: You’re my balance, my calm. Without you, my brightness is incomplete. Every eclipse reminds me that love, even separated by the heavens, never fades.
The Moon: And every time we shine together, brighter than ever. [/read]
| The scene was crafted in 20 days. |
Flora 2
Time flies quickly, and Flora, along with her sheep grows up. Her brother Adam used to walk the sheep daily, mainly taking the male while the two females accompanied Flora. Now it’s autumn, the grass is dry, and the sheep long for the taste of fresh greens. One day, Flora’s family was enjoying the delicious soup and juicy steak that Flora’s mother often cooked because she knew how much Flora loved this meal. After lunch, Flora’s mother asked her to take a dish of soup and steak to their new neighbor Henry. “He just moved in next door and might be hungry,” Flora’s mother said. “Yes, Mam, you’re right,” Flora replied. She took the food and headed to Henry’s house. [read more]
Knock Knock.
Henry: Who’s there?
Flora: It’s me, Uncle Henry.
Henry: Hi Flora, how are you, my little girl?
Flora: I’m fine, Uncle. How about you?
Henry: Good, but I’m exhausted from organizing my messy house :).
Flora: I understand and you must be hungry, right?
Henry: Yeah, definitely.
Flora: Then I came at the right time :). My family sent me to bring you some delicious veggie soup and steak. Please, take it.
Henry: Oh, Flora, thank you so much for the food.
Flora: You’re welcome, Uncle Henry.
Henry: Flora, I saw your little brother walking with a sheep away from your house. Why is that?
Flora: Yes, Uncle Henry. He takes the sheep out daily to find any greens since it’s autumn, and the sheep aren’t producing much milk due to the lack of fresh grass.
Henry: Oh, my dear girl. I have a lot of green grass that was stored for my horse from the previous summer. You may take some for your sheep to help with their milk production.
Flora: Really? Thank you, Uncle Henry, for your generosity.
Henry: You deserve more than that, my little girl :).
Flora gathered the fresh grass in her apron and left Henry’s house, running with happiness that overwhelmed her soul to surprise her little brother Adam with Uncle Henry’s gift. Together, they started feeding the eager sheep the fresh green grass that Flora and Adam had struggled to find. [/read]
| The scene was crafted in 15 days. |
Flora
Flora is a hardworking farmer girl who spends her summers helping her parents harvest a variety of crops, including vibrant carrots, crisp apples, juicy pears, and succulent peaches. Each day is filled with the sights and sounds of the farm, where Flora finds joy in the simple, rewarding work. One sunny afternoon, Flora’s mother asked her to gather some fresh carrots, intending to prepare a hearty vegetable soup to accompany a mouthwatering steak for dinner. Excited by the prospect of a delicious meal, Flora set off to the garden, her mind racing with thoughts of the flavors that would soon fill their home. [read more]
When Flora returned, a delightful scene greeted her. Their little sheep were eagerly waiting at the door of their cozy wooden house, bleating softly as they anticipated a treat. Flora couldn’t resist their pleading eyes, and as she held a carrot in her hand, one particularly bold sheep leaned forward and began to munch on the end of the carrot, completely captivated by the fresh aroma.
Just then, Flora’s mother opened the door and beheld her daughter in a tender moment, gently feeding and fussing over the sheep as if they were her own children. Flora’s mother felt a wave of warmth and pride wash over her. In that instant, she realized that Flora had a heart of gold, brimming with kindness and love. Leaning in closer, she whispered to her daughter, “Flora, you will be a wonderful mother in the future.” This moment solidified their bond, reminding Flora of the nurturing spirit that would guide her through life. [/read]
| The scene was crafted in 15 days. |
Sebastian
An intelligent and elegant boy. He is a travel lover. Sebastian is traveling with his dog “Mike” to his French aunt due to the spring holiday at his literature college. Unfortunately, Sebastian arrived at the train station once the train had left. The reason that made him a little bit upset was that his aunt was waiting for him to eat lunch with him. He knows that his aunt is a professional cook, especially in baking Italian pizzas, the most delicious dish that Sebastian loves from his aunt. “Sorry, Aunty, I will be delayed a little bit, but I know how much you love me, and you will not be upset with me,” Sebastian said to himself. To make up for his delay, Sebastian decided to purchase a small gift for his aunt.
As he scanned the area, a signboard of a unique vintage doll shop caught his eye. Knowing his aunt’s love for collecting such unique items, he quickly entered the store and selected a charming old-fashioned doll for her. With some time left before the next train, Sebastian also bought a newspaper from a nearby booth to keep himself occupied until the train arrived. [read more]
After a while, “In 10 minutes, the train will arrive. Hey, Mike, let us go to the waiting area beside the mailbox pillar over there and wait for the train,” Sebastian said to his dog Mike. “Oh, my Aunty, I miss you so much. I’m eagerly looking forward to enjoying your delicious pizza and Madeleine cookies with linden tea. I can’t forget the aroma of these cookies, how you baked them for me in previous years; it filled the air with the warm, comforting scent of butter and sugar mingling together, reminding me of your cozy kitchen. I remembered how each bite from it made me eager to eat them all. It has been a long time since I last saw you since I started my first year in college. Wait for me, Aunty, I’m coming”. Sebastian said to himself.
Do you think Sebastian’s aunt will adore the vintage-style doll that he purchased from the handmade dolls for sale shop? [/read]
| The scene was crafted in 15 days. |
Carla
I’m Clara, a talented acrobat performing in a circus to cover my living expenses. However, I realized that my earnings from the Russian circus were insufficient to support my family due to my low salary. To make ends meet, I decided to work as a street acrobat after my circus performances, showcasing my skills to anyone who would watch. Each performance brought in a little extra money, and I hoped it would help provide for my family’s needs.
While working on the street, I met a professional dancer named Lucas in the central square. His performance, where he mimics a living statue, is captivating. One day, he asked if I could help him create a beautiful costume like mine. I invited him for coffee at my home and asked my mother, who is skilled in tailoring, to design a new costume for him. She took his measurements and crafted an amazing costume. He looked stunning in it, and I wasn’t sure if I had fallen in love with him or with the costume! [read more]
“Thank you, ma’am. I love your design; it’s so fashionable. How much does it cost?” Lucas asked. “Don’t worry about it, son. This is a gift from me to you. Save your money for something more important,” my mother replied. “Oh, this is too much for me, ma’am. I appreciate it,” Lucas responded, touched by her kindness. I was delighted that my mother did this favor for Lucas; he truly deserved it. He always worked hard and cared for others, so seeing him happy made my heart swell with joy.
Want to see my darling, Lucas? [/read]
| The character was crafted in 10 days. |