A second ago, I knew the answers to all questions a human mind might invent. I knew the true reason of everything in the Universe. I was omniscient, like God.
But I’m not any more. With my first gulp of air I forgot everything I’d known before I was born.
Victor Bort is Russian, and English is a lifelong hobby of his.
“I want to see it.”
“Are you sure?”
She frowned at the sticky red placenta in the blue plastic pan.
Could the newborn see it? He eyed the afterbirth and sighed a breath of apathy towards his now-lifeless life-support.
She couldn’t know he’d eventually feel the same about her.
Liz Lambson is a Jane of all trades who might write you a song about painting with cross-stitched sheet music propped on a hand-carved wooden stand. She does things like this when she’s not watching her kids.
Reality became clearer as the epidural lost its grip on her. She looked down at her beautiful creation, counting ten fingers and ten toes.
The room was bursting with happiness for the new addition to their family.
Her heart shriveled as she handed over her baby to his new mother.
AJ Pierz is from St. Paul, Minnesota, and is currently working on her debut novel. Follow her on Twitter.
The walls were white.
Poor Sophie was alone in this room, aside from a gargantuan bookshelf filled with thousands of individually shrink-wrapped books. She never opened them, in fear of ruining the plastic. She never dared to even touch the white walls, lest she chip or smudge them.
Ariana Abad is an aspiring cultural anthropologist and loves to write during whatever free time she can find. She collects definitions of Love and is a bike-enthusiast, a daydreamer, and a wish-maker.
Venus came home to chaos.
“What is going on!?”
“Hi, honey!” said her husband, Chris, standing behind a hutch with their daughter on his shoulders. “Tina and I bought a few bunnies!”
“Well, we took two, but by the time we got home there were a bunch more…”
This story is based on a title suggested by @TsukiakariUsagi.