Ash.....Fire, and the searing smoke fill my lungs as I hear my wife cry out in pain for my name and my children scream for their mother on the floor above me. I struggle to pull free...To push my body from beneath the groaning wood boards pinning me to the basement floor when the room collapsed. I cry out for my eldest to leap from his window holding our youngest after throwing down what clothes they can quickly reach to soften their fall and run for help! My wife weakly yells towards them to "LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER!" and seconds later the sound of a window shattering and the sound of my children scream trail off as they plunge out the second floor window.
I smile as I continue to attempt to free myself and yell towards my wife "HONEY!! CAN YOU HEAR ME I THINK THEY MADE IT!" only to hear silence as the area to which my wife had been began to billow out dark flames and the stench of burning flesh hit my nostrils....I screamed as loudly as I could trying to unpin the layers of wood and furniture keeping me towards the floor and when I drew my last breath I felt the light of my life go with it...More than likely due to the smoke.
I awoke an infant in a crib still tasting the karmic soup offered to me by the makers heralds that allows my soul to once again enter the cycle of reincarnation however...I can still hear their cries and wails and I began to well up from tears and cry my heart out and scream as I had hoped that the soup could bless me with the gift of amnesia towards my lost love and life....When in walked the whispy golden hair and cherubim faced woman.....I knew from the curves of her face to the gentle eyes sitting above her rosey cheeks so deeply reminiscent of my wife that it was her....My daughter...IN THE FLESH!! I laughed between my tears and reached out my short stubborn arms towards her and cried inconsolably knowing she had survived.....
Once I find breath to find words I have much to explain...Much to give...And so much to thank...But also to apologize. For I realized in a cold sweat after the euphoria of seeing my youngest once more that I had stolen someone infinitely precious from her...The opportunity of motherhood from a child...MY GRANDCHILD....I had stolen their future and while I had no control over the matter the nature of my situation weighed on me far heavier than the weights pinning me before my demise.
I must grive...I must thank...And I must apologize...But this child-like form is so exhausted and I feel I shall rest before attempting to express these emotions first...Maybe it might be impossible with a mouth devoid of teeth however but I shall try my best.
I mean grandfather talked with no teeth and he sounded mildly understandable right?
h70541 t1_j6jefr5 wrote
Reply to [WP] A soul can reincarnate after they drink a bowl of magical soup to forget their past life. You've drank hundreds of bowls, but the memory is still as clear as day in your head. by Penna_23
Ash.....Fire, and the searing smoke fill my lungs as I hear my wife cry out in pain for my name and my children scream for their mother on the floor above me. I struggle to pull free...To push my body from beneath the groaning wood boards pinning me to the basement floor when the room collapsed. I cry out for my eldest to leap from his window holding our youngest after throwing down what clothes they can quickly reach to soften their fall and run for help! My wife weakly yells towards them to "LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER!" and seconds later the sound of a window shattering and the sound of my children scream trail off as they plunge out the second floor window.
I smile as I continue to attempt to free myself and yell towards my wife "HONEY!! CAN YOU HEAR ME I THINK THEY MADE IT!" only to hear silence as the area to which my wife had been began to billow out dark flames and the stench of burning flesh hit my nostrils....I screamed as loudly as I could trying to unpin the layers of wood and furniture keeping me towards the floor and when I drew my last breath I felt the light of my life go with it...More than likely due to the smoke.
I awoke an infant in a crib still tasting the karmic soup offered to me by the makers heralds that allows my soul to once again enter the cycle of reincarnation however...I can still hear their cries and wails and I began to well up from tears and cry my heart out and scream as I had hoped that the soup could bless me with the gift of amnesia towards my lost love and life....When in walked the whispy golden hair and cherubim faced woman.....I knew from the curves of her face to the gentle eyes sitting above her rosey cheeks so deeply reminiscent of my wife that it was her....My daughter...IN THE FLESH!! I laughed between my tears and reached out my short stubborn arms towards her and cried inconsolably knowing she had survived.....
Once I find breath to find words I have much to explain...Much to give...And so much to thank...But also to apologize. For I realized in a cold sweat after the euphoria of seeing my youngest once more that I had stolen someone infinitely precious from her...The opportunity of motherhood from a child...MY GRANDCHILD....I had stolen their future and while I had no control over the matter the nature of my situation weighed on me far heavier than the weights pinning me before my demise.
I must grive...I must thank...And I must apologize...But this child-like form is so exhausted and I feel I shall rest before attempting to express these emotions first...Maybe it might be impossible with a mouth devoid of teeth however but I shall try my best.
I mean grandfather talked with no teeth and he sounded mildly understandable right?