Transition (creative nonfiction)

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How strange the lub dub sound that beats within my body, sometimes regular and other times irregular. My shape could not be fathomed, yet I knew different parts of me grew simultaneously within a pitch-enclosed darkness, one I soon embraced as a necessary evil. I had abundant space to play hide and seek; on rare occasions, I would feel pressure on my container, which I struggled to evade. I had a feeling I was watched by unseen forces from without. My pace within my confines gradually declined as my space was reduced, my size and shape gradually increased, and I had limbs, but I refused to pierce the darkness, enjoying the sweetness of the enveloping darkness.

My bliss was soon cut off; my space had become tight, and echoes visited upon me in my home.

"Should he not be out by now?" A strange voice asked from afar.

"The doctor said he would come out any moment from now." A familiar voice reverberated. I was unsure if I was the topic of discussion. All these came as gibberish, but the urge was strong; I was wanted out of the world I was in to that without.

Just when my space became almost too tight to breathe and my surrounding water greatly diminished, a strange object poked my head from an opening where my head lay. I heard many voices, mostly of concern. The soft surface where my head lay gradually gave way, a strange force pushing me outwards to the waiting arms of strange but living beings. I was forced through the passage by a powerful force; I was the passenger who had little control over my path.

Strange hands hastily grabbed my slippery body after I maneuvered my way through the tightening passage. I could hear many gibberish from tall structures that could walk with limbs yet had two extras hanging from their bodies just like mine; only theirs were longer and more active. There was brightness all around, and I preferred to have my eyes closed, but the inquisitiveness around me made me open more often. "These beings are noisy, busy, and look worried," I thought as I tried to look back at my source—a strong desire to retreat to the solitude of homeliness.

I was grabbed rigorously by one of the beings in the white garment; she turned me upside down and spanked the living day out of me. "Waah waah waah," I cried while she spanked me. I noticed a sigh of relief from her, which made me wonder why she would be happy about my discomfort. Thankfully, I was wrapped in fine clothing, which gave me warmth, and placed beside my conveyor. Strange eyes came by occasionally, reawakening me from my efforts to mimic the solitude I was used to. These beings looked happy and moved their bodies, dancing. I remained quiet all the while, trying to study and understand the harshness of this new world.

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Barely within ten minutes, I felt a bite within me, which was very unusual. My body longed for what I could not understand. This feeling was strange, and once again, I let out the cry. Another woman came around, thankfully not the previous one who spanked me and handed me to my conveyor. She held me to her chest and positioned my lips on her nipples. "What strange act am I being compelled to?" I thought to myself as I stuck my lips to it. A strange nerve sensation hurriedly traveled through my spine to my brain, and I began to suck that which my mouth enveloped. My eyes rolled within my sockets at the sweetness of that, which I sucked voraciously. I enjoyed every bit, and I sucked harder, refusing to relieve my grip on the fountain that satiated my hunger. This was the first intake I had as a baby, and for that moment, I didn't want to stop, only that I slept off sucking and was awoken later to continue the ecstasy the new world offered. Would this continue forever? Would life be this sweet? I was soon to grow and have my answers.



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Wow, fascinating the way you describe this beautiful biological process, I don't want in my comment to make a spoiler in case someone checks the comments first, so that those who are encouraged to read the story will enjoy it as much as I did. The description of every detail and stage makes it interesting, but nice way to discover how sweet life can be. Excellent work, thanks for sharing it

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Thank you so much for your kind words, I'm honored

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I enjoyed your work, my friend. Very creative the way you are narrating your birth. Excellent story. Regards

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Thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed the read

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Between reality and fiction, between drama and humor, narrating the birth can be an almost implausible and unbelievable experience. Greetings, @jjmusa2004

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Thank you very much. I'm much honoured and grateful. Would look up the community immediately

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This is awesome boss, what a nice writeup. From the beginning, I was wondering what you were driving at. The sweetness will not continue, it's just for a year, that's the maximum. Some aren't that lucky.

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😂😂😂

Life throws many things at us, the sweetness quickly disappearing. Thank you for your kind comment

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This was an enjoyable piece, @jjmusa2004, however, by it's very nature, it is more faction than creative non-fiction. As a primarily narrative story, purporting to be autobiographical, it relies on a re-imagining of what the birth would be like for a baby if the baby was fully aware at the time and able to recall the details of the experience. You have done a nice job overall. Given the special relationship between mother and child, though, I would have loved to have seen that relationship and side of the story developed more - the connection, the sense of security, the overwhelming unconditional love, and perhaps some more conversation showing how the birth was experienced by your mother, and others in the delivery room at the time.

Thank you for sharing an interesting perspective on a story from your life with The Ink Well.

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Oh.... My bad

Thank you for pointing that out to me. I'm glad it was an enjoyable read

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I enjoyed every bits of this. The journey is amazing and it shows the supremacy of the Almighty. 👍👍👍

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