I've seen so many wonderful writers on forums and I have a friend who needs ideas so I decided to put them together and try to help my friend. I'll give you a subject and you write 2 paragraphs about it, I'd love to see different genre Here's the subject: You are an aunt or uncle who see your nephew be born in the early 90's in Japan a moving to the USA later on. "Told you I'd help you tech "
I rushed throughout the hospital dodging in and out of Doctors and Nurses. I pulled my Husband behind me, "C'mon I don't wanna miss this!!" He sighed and ran alongside me, I heard my sisters agonized screams coming from her hospital room, "Oh gosh we're missing it hurry up!!!" I burst through the doors and laid eyes on my sister. She was red and looked like she was in a lot of pain, well of course she was! she was in labour, I closed my eyes as I heard her scream again. I sat next to her and held her hand. She squeezed a little too hard and I winced, she loosened her grip and looked at me apologetically. I smiled at her, "Your doing great sweetie keep going." She smiled weakly and continued to push.
"One, two, push!" the doctor yelled. Misao pushed with everything she had. She screamed in agony. Her face, was blood red, but went pale at times. Every second seemed liked a terrible nightmare for her. I was sorta frightened to see her in pain like this. After about two minutes or so, the doctors started rushing around the room. "The baby is just about out!" they yelled to eachother. We saw its head pop out, then it's small stomach. Lastly, his little toes. I was finally a fifteen year old aunt. Then, I saw Misao's face go pale. It was then I knew her husband, would be a single parent in his new life in America.
Knock Knock "Hesia, get it for me please?" my husband asked, calling from the other room. I rushed down the stairs and flung opened the door. There, was a woman, carrying a small basket with tightly wrapped linen securing a, what's that?, a baby?! "Ginori!" I gasped and my sister smiled weakly. "You, have the nerve show your face?" I spat. My sister had taken a rash choice and left my family when she was eighteen. I haven't seen her since and now here she was, with a...with a....baby?! My sister took a deep breath, "I just want to tell you that little Frasao and I will be moving to the USA, I know you don't want to have anything to do with me so, this is goodbye. She left without another word. My knees buckled. I...missed my sister...my best friend.....I knelt on the ground and, And cried. Kinda long.
I stabbed Hikari once again and wiped the blood off my face. I was still deciding whether to kill her baby or not. Hikari was my own sister. She had planed to move to America after she had given birth. Hikari cried out in pain, whether it was from the knife I had lodged in in middle of her chest or from giving birth to her baby boy, I would not know. I craved to be a mother, to have a child look up to you and call you by the sacred title of 'Mom'. "Chisaru, why?" Hikari breathed, the screamed a bit more. I never did answer her, for I hardly knew why. Jealousy? I don't have the ability to give birth myself, so that was probably the reason. And no, I didn't want to adopt, I wanted to have a child with my own bloodline. When the carpet was stained with Hikari's blood and all was said and done, I stole away into the night with her child. Now, her darling little Kaoru is mine. Don't tell him that I'm not his real mother, though. ~<>~ THE END
---- The bundle of joy in my hands smiled as I landed a kiss on his forehead, the chuckling noises he made plastered a smile on my face as our noses connected. The beautiful baby was my sister's, who was overwhelmed and releaved when the hospital told her she gave birth to a healthy child. I was somewhat jealous, her illness didn't prevent her from giving birth, whilst I was cursed with being sterile. I was making cooing noises and I looked up to Sato, who was planning on moving to America after her baby was born, which was only a week before. "Sato, will you be alright?" She had just given birth and she was weaker. Her heart was usually an obstacle, and she was always a weakling. Even her doctor said that it wasn't curable, she would die sooner or later. Her baby, Naru, grabbed at my face and I giggled at his childish act. The autumn breeze swayed and blew my hair away, and Sato moved forward to take back her child. "Yes... I'm s-sure..." Sato gave me her weary smile and I held Naru out to her, until she collapsed onto the porch. I gasped and put the baby aside on the swing, my legs hitting the floorboard as I shook my sister, crying out for her. Her breathing was slow and uneven, and her eyes rolled to the side, glancing up at me. She didn't move. I screamed for help, an ambulance, anything to help aid Sato. I glanced down and pumped her chest with my hands, hoping her heart would work. The only result I got was blood being spit, the crimson liquid staining my white skirt as she kept her eery smile. "Sato! Hang in there for Naru, Naru, your child!" The words that came out of my mouth seemed as if I was demanding from her, not motivating. Sato didn't budge at all. She only looked at me and the baby, before mouthing something I couldn't mistaken. "Take care of Naru, Yuri. Tell him that you're his mom, and when he finds out... Say his mom died in an accident." The way she trailed off, the way she shut her eyes told me she didn't want to let Naru know she was a burden. She didn't want her son to know she was a weakling. I grabbed Sato's hand and plastered it to my chest, heaving and hiccuping as the tears streamed off my face and onto her palm. The baby was asleep, fortunately. I had regained my composture and dialed up an ambulance, even though it wouldn't do much since I knew my sister died. "... Naru..." I glanced at my nephew, Naru, who was on the floor playing with his train toy he got for Christmas. Four years have passed and I kept Sato's secret... well, a secret. The toddler I held in my arms grinned and grabbed at my hair, screaming like a little child. I smiled at Naru, before looking up at the sky. "Momma, momma!" 'Yes Naru. Momma's looking down on you right now.' ---- Lulz
WAIT WHAT?! Tech was the one who wanted US to do his essay for him!! SO HE'S GOING TO USE OUR WORK AND TAKE FULL CREDIT OF IT?!?!
Calm down. I don't remember much. I'll reread the thread first. Until them, no arguments or hate comments... o.o