How babys are made

how baby are made 

It was almost time.

If the humans could see them- the greedy, yearning souls that crowded the hospital, they would scream. After all, they filled just about every spot. The air of apprehension that comes with delivering a child wasn’t really what it was. It was them, eager to live once more. They filled every space, floor to ceiling.

They filled noise.

They screamed, reaching their arms toward the expectant, struggling mother’s room, not wanting to miss their chance. They screamed, wanting to be heard above all others, as though that would make the difference between being born and feeling the sweet taste of life once more, or continuing this state of damnation for a million seconds longer. A billion. None of them wanted that.

So they screamed.

They screamed and screamed and screamed until-

they didn’t.

A human shadow without a human attached. A foul, oppressive stench. They knew the scent well. Blood. The wayward soul sauntered ever closer to the almost-life. Though like canned sardines already, those fearful recoiled against the walls, compressed, not at all willing to try and stop it. Save for some. They refused to let such a soul occupy a pure, untainted body.

But the waves of pure bloodlust emanating off the soul ensured that even the bravest among them backed down. Thousands of desperate, unhappy souls parted like the Red Sea, resentfully resigned to the fact that they wouldn’t be escaping the emptiness of the afterlife- this time.

The violent soul strode gleefully toward the room. The others winced as it entered. Surely, the numerous crimes this soul committed back when it was alive would surely be committed again- this time in a new body.

With little resistance, it made it to the frail flesh first.

And the child was born.

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