With thanks to delectabledaisy (go read her stories) for introducing me to the word infrangible - love it!
This is one of those "string as many complicated words that you can think of together, hoping it makes sense and that its not too complicated," - :) (You may have to think a lot about this one). Not entirely happy with it, think its a bit rushed, but enjoy :)
Expecting: A Jac Naylor Story
The implausible trap, in which you are bound, inside the infrangible network of despondency that consumes your thought processes, emanates the very grief that is ensnared within the tormented soul.
The resilient chains remain strong with every mounting effort to escape, instead tightening to symbolize and imprison the terror that permeates your very existence. You imagine, as resistance to your intellectual mind is futile, the minute embryo that clings to life, the feeling of the slight jolt as the fetus kicks, and the melodious cry of the baby as they rest in your arms – then the veracity of who you actually are ultimately ensues. And the manacles tighten.
You are unable to disregard this human being as they lie, indubitably, with an exceptionally close proximity to your most reviled organ, both physically and mentally. Though, the genes of which they were created leaves something to be desired. The moment when you accumulated the reasons behind your actions left you startled, love is a very difficult entity, desire less so. Sometimes, perhaps, the steadfast reservation leaves and the prospect of change intrigues you.
However, the unyielding chains are only the secondary line of defence of your mentality, for the primary of such unusual enforcements enhances the division between your particularized world and the rest of reality. The dissimilar parallel voids co-exist adjacent to your earth, though each exhibits a version of potential not known to you; the boundaries of the substantial wall of glass separating existence from one another are interminable. The fortifications adjoining to your reprimanded form reveal those distant possibilities for your future: an amorous family of your own, or a maliciously rejected solitary mother nursing a broken heart.
Conversely, the desired gentleman who countered inadequately to your amateur, uninitiated portrayal of love torments you from just outside your clutches, as the chains restrict your movement exceedingly. Your prevailing buoyancy and resilience failed to disperse as the critical verdict was made, leaving you with a vacant cavity inside.
Pondering alternatives has become your prime concern, that and internal reflection – you loathe recognising the similarities between yourself and your "nurturer." The hurt that you have deliberately galvanised yourself from was a consequence of such a guardian. Although you rejoice in the differences you determine, there are few of good nature. Your resolve to be dissimilar hinders the chain's resilience, and they deteriorate promptly at your enlightenment, following a realisation that you are strong. That you can do this. Informing those affected will be objectionable, though compulsory, and the blistering truth, when revealed, will be an absolute secret. So, naturally, everyone will know.
That's what Jac Naylor is expecting.
I would love to hear what you all think. One-shot, two-shot, multi-shot, or should I continue with this idea in an actualy story fashion? Thanks :)