ok... some of the content in this fanfiction, might rattle some very senstive nerves for some, and i sencerily apologise for that.. please. im sorry.
She moved. She played. She is mine. She isnt here yet, but will be soon and will be all mine. I feel her smile, and dreams and laugh. My daughter. How long how i wanted her.
time after time she escaped me, leaving broken. But she forms again. As though she still wants me. Perhaps she isn't escaping but kidnapped instead.
This time, im ready, and shes staying protected and staying with me.
Two days to the date, in which i will see the face of her.
Im all ready and fit to go, her room is perfect, keeps everything she will ever need. And i will love her, on my own.
I will be the only one of a time being to love her. I'm alone, but she will take away the lonelness.
she moves again. she plays everyday, not one day goes by that she doesnt remind me of her, but how could i forget anyway. I fear she will be a engertic figeter, she just moves everyday, every hour, she makes me laugh.
I dont know what to name her yet. How can you name face that you haven't yet seen. She must suit it. But i still have my favourites of course.
i dont know how i manged to fall asleep with her soccer games all night, but i did.
however she had caused me to feel really sick when i woke. A rare occaision for me. Morning sickness wasn't too harsh to me ever before..
I felt heat rising from my chest, creating my breath uneven to pants.
I've never felt like this before, panic was shaking in my body. Relax . relax. everythings ok.
I felt her kick hurt me. Then more sickness come from the tip of my throat and out. Gross.
i waited for her to reply. I waited. she diddnt answer.
i need help. i try to stable my weak legs, only to feel a massive pull within my adomin. The pants grew more and more voilent.
i saw it rush out of me. no. no. please.
i tried to walk to the phone, i need help.
"911 emergancy, whats your emergancy?"
"Please... i ..i need help... its.. its.. my baby. baby." was i all i was able to break throught the pants.
"We will be there soon. just sit down and breathe"
its wasnt long till they came to rescue me.
By then the blood was all over me. i rocking back and forth, holding onto to her.
They carried me to the hospital.
She moved. She played. She is mine. She isnt here yet, but will be soon and will be all mine. I feel her smile, and dreams and laugh. My daughter. How long how i wanted her.
time after time she escaped me, leaving broken. But she forms again. As though she still wants me. Perhaps she isn't escaping but kidnapped instead.
This time, im ready, and shes staying protected and staying with me.
Two days to the date, in which i will see the face of her.
Im all ready and fit to go, her room is perfect, keeps everything she will ever need. And i will love her, on my own.
I will be the only one of a time being to love her. I'm alone, but she will take away the lonelness.
she moves again. she plays everyday, not one day goes by that she doesnt remind me of her, but how could i forget anyway. I fear she will be a engertic figeter, she just moves everyday, every hour, she makes me laugh.
I dont know what to name her yet. How can you name face that you haven't yet seen. She must suit it. But i still have my favourites of course.
i dont know how i manged to fall asleep with her soccer games all night, but i did.
however she had caused me to feel really sick when i woke. A rare occaision for me. Morning sickness wasn't too harsh to me ever before..
I felt heat rising from my chest, creating my breath uneven to pants.
I've never felt like this before, panic was shaking in my body. Relax . relax. everythings ok.
I felt her kick hurt me. Then more sickness come from the tip of my throat and out. Gross.
i waited for her to reply. I waited. she diddnt answer.
i need help. i try to stable my weak legs, only to feel a massive pull within my adomin. The pants grew more and more voilent.
i saw it rush out of me. no. no. please.
i tried to walk to the phone, i need help.
"911 emergancy, whats your emergancy?"
"Please... i ..i need help... its.. its.. my baby. baby." was i all i was able to break throught the pants.
"We will be there soon. just sit down and breathe"
its wasnt long till they came to rescue me.
By then the blood was all over me. i rocking back and forth, holding onto to her.
They carried me to the hospital.
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."
"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, you should read him!"
The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
Here I spread the colors of my life
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want you to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between or I'll blow you up with flames of fire
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want you to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between or I'll blow you up with flames of fire
