Terrors are things that not only scare you but drive your mind wild
with freight. Your heart, otherwise quite calm when it comes to being
overwhelmed, suddenly stops as the hirs on the back of your neck prick.
The only sounds you hear are the squeaking of mice, or the creaking of
floorboard. In other words, you hear everything. Common as it is, and
rather peculiar as it becomes, your hearing becomes intensified to maximum
strength.
This shall be so for most people, even at birth, for birth may be one of the most freightening things a child can bear to stand. However, though it may be true (or false for that matter) thank fully the child never remembers.
Freight is one thing that is usually blown out of proportion. It is not wrong ro jump when someone slams a door or when a car screeches to a hault It can scare you depending on the circumstances at the time.
On one particular night in the quiet town of Cotone, IL (pronouned Cotton) something very strange happened. Though the streets were blank, and nothing but the sign to Saplo's Diamonds (restaraunt not jewelry store) creaked a muscle, much was happening in the house of #3 Blamouse Corner.
A woman, with white0blond locks covering her face and sweat trckling from each pore, was trying her hardest to give birth.
Her name was Nboez (NUH*BOO*ES), fair and beautiful usually, but tonight her features were diminished. Her white-blond locks, which covered her face, were scattered and knotted in all sorts. Her skin, usually soft and moist with lotion, was cracking and the veins of her inner body cringed and throbbed with each miserable contraction. Her screams f pain echoed silently throughout the dimly lit bedroom.
Nboez's husband, Ceonen (SEE*OH*NAN), stood beside her holding her slippey hand so drenched in sweat. He bore glasses upon his clear pale face and his dark hair stood up on end as he cooed his wife.
The television, which was almost always off, was on now. The screen flickered every now and then plus the color was unique with its yellowish tint occupying every pixel.
Tonight, the television was on for a very important reason.
"Heavy thunderstorms headed in the Cotone - Millsville area have recently been discovered since 9:29 p.m. tonight," the man on the television screen said aloud at 11:48 p.m., "The storm is moving oddly fast and is very dangerous. Please stay in your houses and remain calm. Do not turn on electrical equipment, use the phone, or touch anything that can cause static."
The husband and wife ignored his nonsense but still listened in. Remaining calm while giving birth wa not only impossible but foolish. How can someone not turn on electrical equipment but still listen to the news? Since all phones were out anyway, there ws no point in telling the people of Cotone not to use them.
This was one of the obvious reasons as to why the Seranglo the couple you're reading about now) family did not venture out to go to an ER somewhere or call a doctor at least. Another reason wa because they had no transportation to go anywhere besides their feet, and I'm pretty sure that a woman in labor woulldn't enjoy walking several miles to the nearest hospital. So they waited there on the bed for the pain to ease and the child to come.
"The thunderstorm is extremely severe but please remain calm," the forecaster repeated "It has finally slown its pace and rests above the town of Cotone. Please do not panic, there is nothing to worry about."
The man was right about the storm but there was reason to panic. The winds reached their maximum speed of 50 mph and the rain pounded against the Seranglo roof like fists against a body over and over again. The banging of thunger became louder and louder, and the lightning lit up the town with every jolt. The storm, they knew, was directly above them.
As the final contraction neared, Nboez leaned back and grabbed ahold of the bed's iron headboar. This was something she should not have done, for what came next niether Nboez nor Ceonen had expected occured.
Lightning struck the house, sending everything electric to pop out of their sockets. The bed frame, of course, was magnetic therefore it ignited the role of being electric. Electric jolts of power creened up Nboez's spine and inched its way into every cavity of her body, cooking every vein, and and sizzling every blood cell. Her muscles tensed, which made the baby come faster.
All of a sudden, just to add to the displeasure, the television which sat on top of the dresser next to the bed toppled off (this was so because of the shaking Kboez had created). The television crashed upon the lump of Nboez's stomach and sent electronic waves all through. Ceonen ran around and quickly unplugged the television and threw it off his wife. The shaking and shock had stopped. Nboez's hand fell to the side of the bed and lay still.
"Nboez?" Ceonen muttered underneath the fading wails of the wind outside. She lay silent. "Nboez?" he called again, looking at her practically black, bleeding, and swollen stomach. She stirred then, just a little, only enough to settle the last push of birth. Ceonen went to the edge of the bed and stared cowardly at the space in which the baby had emerged. A small child lay on the blood soaked sheets, covered in blood itself. The umbilical cord was still attached, so Ceonen quickly retrieved the scissors to cut it off. The baby only moved when it breathed. Usually, under an 'attack' like this no one would survive, which was strongly peculiar about this night. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------
Plus, this is MY story so I get to make it however I want. *sticks tongue out* so HA! ok... um... back to the story... yeah... uh... right... *ahem* ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------
"Thank goodness!" Ceonen cried out, taking the small child and holding it firmly to him. He looked at the baby as it slowly opened its eyes. "Blue! Just like your mother!" These eyes were of a spectacular blue and shined like crytals in sunlight.
Remembering his wife, Ceonen held his breth and looked at her. She was alive also, but for some reason still pushing.
"Honey," Ceonen cooed, there's no need for that nymore! We have the baby and she's perfect! She's just like -"
"There's more," Nboez faught to say. Ceonen went back to his duty. He was completely suprised there was to be yet another child entering the family. When this one entered the world, it was completely identical to the one before except this one adord screaming.
After a while, everything has settled down - the storm, the parents, and the two new children.
"We need to name them," Ceonen pointed out.
"They're both girls. I'm sorry," Nboez burst into tears. I know how much you wanted a boy!"
"Shh," her husband cooed (like he always did). "That doesn't matter. We have two beutiful girls wih no names. I'll let you decide. What do you want their names to be?" Nboez thought and thought. She thoght about her likes (which include anime and fine arts) and her dislikes (which include Vietnamese food and loud music).
"I've decided," Nboez concluded, "that the crank of the two is to be named Ami-chan. The other will be called Usa-chan. That's another way for saying Usagi."
"Japanese names?" Ceonen blinked. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely positive," Nboez smiled.
And so the children had names. However, as the proud parents hugged each other in happiness, they did not notice the tiny sparks coming from thw two pairs of incredibly tiny hands.
This shall be so for most people, even at birth, for birth may be one of the most freightening things a child can bear to stand. However, though it may be true (or false for that matter) thank fully the child never remembers.
Freight is one thing that is usually blown out of proportion. It is not wrong ro jump when someone slams a door or when a car screeches to a hault It can scare you depending on the circumstances at the time.
On one particular night in the quiet town of Cotone, IL (pronouned Cotton) something very strange happened. Though the streets were blank, and nothing but the sign to Saplo's Diamonds (restaraunt not jewelry store) creaked a muscle, much was happening in the house of #3 Blamouse Corner.
A woman, with white0blond locks covering her face and sweat trckling from each pore, was trying her hardest to give birth.
Her name was Nboez (NUH*BOO*ES), fair and beautiful usually, but tonight her features were diminished. Her white-blond locks, which covered her face, were scattered and knotted in all sorts. Her skin, usually soft and moist with lotion, was cracking and the veins of her inner body cringed and throbbed with each miserable contraction. Her screams f pain echoed silently throughout the dimly lit bedroom.
Nboez's husband, Ceonen (SEE*OH*NAN), stood beside her holding her slippey hand so drenched in sweat. He bore glasses upon his clear pale face and his dark hair stood up on end as he cooed his wife.
The television, which was almost always off, was on now. The screen flickered every now and then plus the color was unique with its yellowish tint occupying every pixel.
Tonight, the television was on for a very important reason.
"Heavy thunderstorms headed in the Cotone - Millsville area have recently been discovered since 9:29 p.m. tonight," the man on the television screen said aloud at 11:48 p.m., "The storm is moving oddly fast and is very dangerous. Please stay in your houses and remain calm. Do not turn on electrical equipment, use the phone, or touch anything that can cause static."
The husband and wife ignored his nonsense but still listened in. Remaining calm while giving birth wa not only impossible but foolish. How can someone not turn on electrical equipment but still listen to the news? Since all phones were out anyway, there ws no point in telling the people of Cotone not to use them.
This was one of the obvious reasons as to why the Seranglo the couple you're reading about now) family did not venture out to go to an ER somewhere or call a doctor at least. Another reason wa because they had no transportation to go anywhere besides their feet, and I'm pretty sure that a woman in labor woulldn't enjoy walking several miles to the nearest hospital. So they waited there on the bed for the pain to ease and the child to come.
"The thunderstorm is extremely severe but please remain calm," the forecaster repeated "It has finally slown its pace and rests above the town of Cotone. Please do not panic, there is nothing to worry about."
The man was right about the storm but there was reason to panic. The winds reached their maximum speed of 50 mph and the rain pounded against the Seranglo roof like fists against a body over and over again. The banging of thunger became louder and louder, and the lightning lit up the town with every jolt. The storm, they knew, was directly above them.
As the final contraction neared, Nboez leaned back and grabbed ahold of the bed's iron headboar. This was something she should not have done, for what came next niether Nboez nor Ceonen had expected occured.
Lightning struck the house, sending everything electric to pop out of their sockets. The bed frame, of course, was magnetic therefore it ignited the role of being electric. Electric jolts of power creened up Nboez's spine and inched its way into every cavity of her body, cooking every vein, and and sizzling every blood cell. Her muscles tensed, which made the baby come faster.
All of a sudden, just to add to the displeasure, the television which sat on top of the dresser next to the bed toppled off (this was so because of the shaking Kboez had created). The television crashed upon the lump of Nboez's stomach and sent electronic waves all through. Ceonen ran around and quickly unplugged the television and threw it off his wife. The shaking and shock had stopped. Nboez's hand fell to the side of the bed and lay still.
"Nboez?" Ceonen muttered underneath the fading wails of the wind outside. She lay silent. "Nboez?" he called again, looking at her practically black, bleeding, and swollen stomach. She stirred then, just a little, only enough to settle the last push of birth. Ceonen went to the edge of the bed and stared cowardly at the space in which the baby had emerged. A small child lay on the blood soaked sheets, covered in blood itself. The umbilical cord was still attached, so Ceonen quickly retrieved the scissors to cut it off. The baby only moved when it breathed. Usually, under an 'attack' like this no one would survive, which was strongly peculiar about this night. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------
Plus, this is MY story so I get to make it however I want. *sticks tongue out* so HA! ok... um... back to the story... yeah... uh... right... *ahem* ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------
"Thank goodness!" Ceonen cried out, taking the small child and holding it firmly to him. He looked at the baby as it slowly opened its eyes. "Blue! Just like your mother!" These eyes were of a spectacular blue and shined like crytals in sunlight.
Remembering his wife, Ceonen held his breth and looked at her. She was alive also, but for some reason still pushing.
"Honey," Ceonen cooed, there's no need for that nymore! We have the baby and she's perfect! She's just like -"
"There's more," Nboez faught to say. Ceonen went back to his duty. He was completely suprised there was to be yet another child entering the family. When this one entered the world, it was completely identical to the one before except this one adord screaming.
After a while, everything has settled down - the storm, the parents, and the two new children.
"We need to name them," Ceonen pointed out.
"They're both girls. I'm sorry," Nboez burst into tears. I know how much you wanted a boy!"
"Shh," her husband cooed (like he always did). "That doesn't matter. We have two beutiful girls wih no names. I'll let you decide. What do you want their names to be?" Nboez thought and thought. She thoght about her likes (which include anime and fine arts) and her dislikes (which include Vietnamese food and loud music).
"I've decided," Nboez concluded, "that the crank of the two is to be named Ami-chan. The other will be called Usa-chan. That's another way for saying Usagi."
"Japanese names?" Ceonen blinked. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely positive," Nboez smiled.
And so the children had names. However, as the proud parents hugged each other in happiness, they did not notice the tiny sparks coming from thw two pairs of incredibly tiny hands.