what is life?
13 Jun '11 23:363 editsHey,
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...).
But most of all, whats your answer?
Try not to exceed 150 words 😉
What is life?
And then she screamed. Her naked body smeared with blood, still blind, she screamed as if she knew, which other horrors were to come – it went like a chill to my bones. Her mother half-unconscious of pain, her father pale as death and feeling no more than helpless.
It was a moment never to forget, and most would call this moment 'wonderful'. At six eighteen, March 13, my daughter was born and I was feeling, literally, like the happiest person in the world.
About three hours later on the same day, her mother was declared dead. She is no more.
Words, even thoughts, are insufficient to explain her being gone – let alone the closeness of life and death, giving birth.
My daughter just turned four. She looks more like her mother than her father – luckily – and hardly a day passes without me wondering, who she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
some weeks ago a call was open, asking for answers in 150 words on the question 'what is life'. i found myself incaple of answering it in 150 words well enough and decided to write a narrative story (not true as written) highlighting some aspects of life. first off, i would be glad about any comments on the story (readable, understandable, etc...).
But most of all, whats your answer?
Try not to exceed 150 words 😉
What is life?
And then she screamed. Her naked body smeared with blood, still blind, she screamed as if she knew, which other horrors were to come – it went like a chill to my bones. Her mother half-unconscious of pain, her father pale as death and feeling no more than helpless.
It was a moment never to forget, and most would call this moment 'wonderful'. At six eighteen, March 13, my daughter was born and I was feeling, literally, like the happiest person in the world.
About three hours later on the same day, her mother was declared dead. She is no more.
Words, even thoughts, are insufficient to explain her being gone – let alone the closeness of life and death, giving birth.
My daughter just turned four. She looks more like her mother than her father – luckily – and hardly a day passes without me wondering, who she is, who her mother was or what is actually happening.
It is life happening, for sure.
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