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Nothing would ever be the same.
Our lives transformed forever.
It’s funny how a few measly hours can affect your and other people’s lives in such an incomprehensible way.
But it has happened now, and there we all stood, in the safety of our white-walled bunker, surrounded by all the medical equipment you could fathom feeling both mentally and physically exhausted.
All the Screams of pain, terror and panic had finally died down. Now the only noise in the room was silence, and it was deafening.
My wife and I glanced at one another, sweat pouring from both our brows and fear tattooed on our expression filled stares. What now? What after the explosion of noise, blood and tears? How long could the silence continue? How long would it pound on my eardrums?
It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like decades before the room was once again filled with noise. An uncontrolled wailing and it was the greatest noise I’d ever heard. My son had taken his first breath and expressing himself in the only way he knew how.
Our lives would never be the same again.
Nothing would ever be the same.
Our lives transformed forever.
It’s funny how a few measly hours can affect your and other people’s lives in such an incomprehensible way.
But it has happened now, and there we all stood, in the safety of our white-walled bunker, surrounded by all the medical equipment you could fathom feeling both mentally and physically exhausted.
All the Screams of pain, terror and panic had finally died down. Now the only noise in the room was silence, and it was deafening.
My wife and I glanced at one another, sweat pouring from both our brows and fear tattooed on our expression filled stares. What now? What after the explosion of noise, blood and tears? How long could the silence continue? How long would it pound on my eardrums?
It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like decades before the room was once again filled with noise. An uncontrolled wailing and it was the greatest noise I’d ever heard. My son had taken his first breath and expressing himself in the only way he knew how.
Our lives would never be the same again.
Nothing would ever be the same.
Simple and effective. Creating something likeable with so few words isn't as easy as it seems.
Ineedsleep wrote:
> English_Bloke wrote:
> and this involved less cleaning up.
>
> Gross out!
Come on, you know where I'm coming from ;)
> Enjoyed the story though :)
Ta
> English_Bloke wrote:
> and this involved less cleaning up.
>
> Gross out!
Come on, you know where I'm coming from ;)
> Enjoyed the story though :)
Ta
That was great I liked it.
English_Bloke wrote:
> and this involved less cleaning up.
Gross out!
Enjoyed the story though :)
> and this involved less cleaning up.
Gross out!
Enjoyed the story though :)
Well I liked it. Though this line's a bit much for the imagination: "What after the explosion of noise, blood and tears?" Probably shouldn't think of it literally though.
I had 30 minutes between cooking to quickly knock something out. It was either this, or, y'know, and this involved less cleaning up.
Nothing would ever be the same.
Our lives transformed forever.
It’s funny how a few measly hours can affect your and other people’s lives in such an incomprehensible way.
But it has happened now, and there we all stood, in the safety of our white-walled bunker, surrounded by all the medical equipment you could fathom feeling both mentally and physically exhausted.
All the Screams of pain, terror and panic had finally died down. Now the only noise in the room was silence, and it was deafening.
My wife and I glanced at one another, sweat pouring from both our brows and fear tattooed on our expression filled stares. What now? What after the explosion of noise, blood and tears? How long could the silence continue? How long would it pound on my eardrums?
It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like decades before the room was once again filled with noise. An uncontrolled wailing and it was the greatest noise I’d ever heard. My son had taken his first breath and expressing himself in the only way he knew how.
Our lives would never be the same again.
Nothing would ever be the same.
Our lives transformed forever.
It’s funny how a few measly hours can affect your and other people’s lives in such an incomprehensible way.
But it has happened now, and there we all stood, in the safety of our white-walled bunker, surrounded by all the medical equipment you could fathom feeling both mentally and physically exhausted.
All the Screams of pain, terror and panic had finally died down. Now the only noise in the room was silence, and it was deafening.
My wife and I glanced at one another, sweat pouring from both our brows and fear tattooed on our expression filled stares. What now? What after the explosion of noise, blood and tears? How long could the silence continue? How long would it pound on my eardrums?
It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like decades before the room was once again filled with noise. An uncontrolled wailing and it was the greatest noise I’d ever heard. My son had taken his first breath and expressing himself in the only way he knew how.
Our lives would never be the same again.
Nothing would ever be the same.