By Ninna Hultgren
Fur on his legs, black soot in his eyes, his limp tongue the colour of cigarette fingers.
The nurses wouldn’t tell me what was wrong until I started screaming and even then, they refused to speak, only laying the creature down on my stomach, his existence an answer and a question all at once.
I looked down at my son, and his eyes, two black ping-pong balls, stared back at me. Yellow bile ran down from his chin and onto my skin, instantly making it itch.
“My baby,” I murmured, letting his sharp fingers enclose around my thumb, “Mommy’s little monster.”
I am intrigued. ‘his existence an answer and a question all at once,’ has me wanting more. Did she have a one-night stand with the devil? Great work!
Great approach to a view of parenting, I think. Love the bile making her skin itch and his sharp fingers.
Nicely done! A combination of Rosemary’s Baby and the tale of the Jersey Devil.
Ninna’s imagination is always full of strange things! which is what new literature desires to emerge from within humans. Sometimes it’s a Monster, sometimes it’s a mirror, an unusual creature. Ninna herself possesses a creative and strange imagination. I have been standing for a while, observing this girl gradually writing down her imaginings. One day, she will become a science fiction screenwriter!
This is a great beginning of a book! A mutation? Futuristic adaptation? Good writing!
Ninna’s 101 Words are effective:
The beginning of life as a mystery, I wonder how it continues… maybe a life long story.
The blind love of a mother, she will protect this monster like a tiger
Well done Ninna!
Så mycket innehåll i så få ord ändå. Skräcken över att ha fått ett barn eller skräcken över att ha fått barn med fel snubbe (kanske djävulen himself?)
Bra skrivet Ninna, är stolt över dig och din fantastiska mot som fört sitt kreativa vidare i generna ?