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Sitting alone in the backyard on the swing that had been hung by his mother at the tall and gigantic tree. He was the only child that SHE had. SHE was so happy because at last SHE has a son. The sun so dim it is probably summer in disguise. The saddest thing was HE practically the father, has killed all the daughters they had to get a son. All six of them. six innocent girls. Cruely, brutally and unhuman. Just born and breath the blood came out from their flesh. The first has been eaten raw by the guardian of the house “the wolf”, the second has been tied up at the tree and let the giant ants mingle al over the body, the third has been stabbed from the anal till the mouth and let on the fire, the fourth has been slice like an onion only left the head for the wolf, the fifth has been stabbed repeatly like voodoo doll and the sixth has been slaughter and skin like a chicken. SHE has been living in horror without any child on her hands. As was HIS doing.
The cabin’s walls were chalky grey like the wall in the jail. It wasn’t the best setting for HER labour but it would have to do. SHE lay back in pain. HER only movement consisted of shaking her head side to side. in an effort to escape the pain. No one ever help HER and with the pain, SHE survives alone like a warrior. HE sat outside the cabin like the delivery was going smoothly but it felt like hysteria psychotic woman inside because HE knows that it’s going to be another girl. HE was planning another kill. This was not going to take long HE has to make the murder plan quickly. HE can’t feed the wolf since it has all died. HE can’t tied with the ants since the tree has gone. He has to plan this quickly so HE can make another one. While, HE was so busy planning the scene, SHE than scream out like an orc going for a war. Now that HE knew, the baby was out. SHE successfully delivers the baby by HER almighty strength that SHE can no longer take. SHE hugs, SHE kiss and whisper to the baby ear. “Dear, little mommy’s girl. Don’t cry. I love you but you must go to all your sisters. Your father loves you. This world is either cruel or no good for you. I wish I just can keep you inside me. Sorry for not welcoming you properly”. SHE then hugs the baby tied and kisses the baby. The motherly feeling born naturally to her again she said “ …… I have to say this sick word ……..” Suddenly, HE came and without any warning took the baby, while the baby from calming mood to throwing a tantrum to HIM and HE then vanish from the mother’s side. “Goodbye….little girl” finished HER. That last sentence that SHE used to use and there was little rain below the eye flowing all over. There, SHE sat alone in the cabin that was made more than 100 years of Oakwood collected in that thick and inhabitant forest. SHE doesn't love HIM at all. HE never loved HER the right way. So, where was the baby came from the first place? Why HE killed the girls? What actually HE wants? Why HE came to HER life? That freak. That monster. Lucifer? Judas? Nero? Legion? Cain? Belial? Djinn? Shaytan? Marada? Over exaggerating on HIS human like demon body. But, all SHE can see that HE is that human with devils dwell within. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. That bullshit tradition. It has been along since their ancestor. Been there. Stay there. That they live all together in a colony where no intruders dare to come. Beyond that wide forest, they eat, they sleep and they live with a tradition.
One can only have a daughter after ones has a son. There will be never a first child to wear dress or having big chest. If one made a daughter, one must never welcome them in this world. If once insists of doing it, one must sacrifice both with flesh to all of us.
Sitting alone in the backyard on the swing that had been hung by his mother at the tall and gigantic tree. He was the only child that SHE had. SHE was so happy because at last SHE has a son. The sun so dim it is probably summer in disguise. The saddest thing was HE practically the father, has killed all the daughters they had to get a son. All six of them. six innocent girls. Cruely, brutally and unhuman. Just born and breath the blood came out from their flesh. The first has been eaten raw by the guardian of the house “the wolf”, the second has been tied up at the tree and let the giant ants mingle al over the body, the third has been stabbed from the anal till the mouth and let on the fire, the fourth has been slice like an onion only left the head for the wolf, the fifth has been stabbed repeatly like voodoo doll and the sixth has been slaughter and skin like a chicken. SHE has been living in horror without any child on her hands. As was HIS doing.
The cabin’s walls were chalky grey like the wall in the jail. It wasn’t the best setting for HER labour but it would have to do. SHE lay back in pain. HER only movement consisted of shaking her head side to side. in an effort to escape the pain. No one ever help HER and with the pain, SHE survives alone like a warrior. HE sat outside the cabin like the delivery was going smoothly but it felt like hysteria psychotic woman inside because HE knows that it’s going to be another girl. HE was planning another kill. This was not going to take long HE has to make the murder plan quickly. HE can’t feed the wolf since it has all died. HE can’t tied with the ants since the tree has gone. He has to plan this quickly so HE can make another one. While, HE was so busy planning the scene, SHE than scream out like an orc going for a war. Now that HE knew, the baby was out. SHE successfully delivers the baby by HER almighty strength that SHE can no longer take. SHE hugs, SHE kiss and whisper to the baby ear. “Dear, little mommy’s girl. Don’t cry. I love you but you must go to all your sisters. Your father loves you. This world is either cruel or no good for you. I wish I just can keep you inside me. Sorry for not welcoming you properly”. SHE then hugs the baby tied and kisses the baby. The motherly feeling born naturally to her again she said “ …… I have to say this sick word ……..” Suddenly, HE came and without any warning took the baby, while the baby from calming mood to throwing a tantrum to HIM and HE then vanish from the mother’s side. “Goodbye….little girl” finished HER. That last sentence that SHE used to use and there was little rain below the eye flowing all over. There, SHE sat alone in the cabin that was made more than 100 years of Oakwood collected in that thick and inhabitant forest. SHE doesn't love HIM at all. HE never loved HER the right way. So, where was the baby came from the first place? Why HE killed the girls? What actually HE wants? Why HE came to HER life? That freak. That monster. Lucifer? Judas? Nero? Legion? Cain? Belial? Djinn? Shaytan? Marada? Over exaggerating on HIS human like demon body. But, all SHE can see that HE is that human with devils dwell within. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. SHE hated HIM. That bullshit tradition. It has been along since their ancestor. Been there. Stay there. That they live all together in a colony where no intruders dare to come. Beyond that wide forest, they eat, they sleep and they live with a tradition.
One can only have a daughter after ones has a son. There will be never a first child to wear dress or having big chest. If one made a daughter, one must never welcome them in this world. If once insists of doing it, one must sacrifice both with flesh to all of us.
It was a tradition until SHE broke it. SHE never becomes a mother. Not even once. The whole village laughed at HER about not having a child ever since. HE lost HIS pride. Made HIS mother died because HE can’t keep the tradition. HE pissed at HER. HER pissed at HIM. SHE thinks GOD never loves HER. Or is there GOD exists to hear her torture every night? Where is the LOVE? Where is GOD? Where is Humanity? SHE hates them. SHE hates everyone in that place. She hates it so much. Why in the first place SHE went here? Recently, when moon try to showed up every day, when darkness flow over the village, SHE in the horror. The horror only SHE can experience. He repeatedly sexually abused HER and SHE knew no other way out. HE had become mentally obsessed to have a son. Chocked, hit, slap. Sadomasochism is not the word to describe HER situation. She experiences more than BDSM. Sometimes, SHE pray to GOD that SHE never exist in this cruel world. SHE in love with a wrong man in a wrong place. Why SHE’s there? SHE once love this man, but now? SHE can’t even said the word. Now that SHE knew HER fault of over trusting and overly attached to a man. He has so much control over HER mind that SHE could not accept anyone else opinion of him. Even though OTHERS see THEM a weird couple, SHE told HERSELF that THEY just didn’t understand how much HE loves HER. HE only did what HE did because HE cared. The physical abuse continued to get worse. SHE just wanted HER to get pregnant. Pregnant with a child that can grow moustaches and beard. But, things don’t go like HE planned to. SHE just wants to die. Die with peace is not the wish as long SHE can die. Once, SHE tried to kill HERSELF because SHE can’t take SHE has reached HER limit, but then HE told HER that HE will eat HER flesh and drink HER blood if SHE killed HERSELF. Yes. Yes. Yes. They are all human eating people. Classic called them vampire, but the modern called them the cannibal. Human flesh is rare to get these days because none of the intruders or any school kids camp in the forest. Sometimes they can become an absolute addicted situation whereby they eventually eat their own flesh like their finger or legs. They needed blood. They needed flesh. Having the wolves as their guardian and ends up to be their dinner. Fresh baby is the top in the menu. HE always wanted to eat all HIS daughter, but this will make HIM go crazy of flesh for days. HE made up a homicide as it can calm HIM in a way that HE won’t eat any human meat. HE doesn’t want to end up like HIS mother. So, HE keeps HIMSELVE away from eating one. Have a believing on they can’t eat each other flesh or else the owner of the body that's been eaten will be tortured in the realm with all their family and related-blood. As a result, SHE decided to go on with this live that SHE never chose.
In that quiet forest with only moon light up the cabin, SHE still thinks about the baby that she just delivered. SHE touched HER stomach like there was a baby inside. SHE has lost another one. Just lost it. In a few seconds. In front of her own eyes. HER daughters, all of them, never will be fed, bath or sing a lullaby by HER. SHE still in pain. Thousands pain and thousands emotion throughout the night. This moment HER emotion, HER heart felt like it been cut by an axe. Hurts that no one can tell. SHE had enough of this crappy old ancient ritual of tradition. SHE had enough. Again will all HER motherly mighty strength SHE stood up. Furiously took a small step as the blood still flowing and SHE in pain. Pain does not make HER stop. With pain, SHE wipes all the tears and get out of the cabin ran toward HIM. There was a small hole, but that hole was deep enough to put two grown up. HE must have just finished digging. With the dark sky, suddenly heard lightening, thunder and storm having a fight above THEM. HE was planning to bury the baby alive. HE wanted the baby to taste the soil as the first baby food. This time HE is done with the cutting, slicing or get out any blood of the baby. HE held the baby like Simba the lion king hold moment. HE held the baby way up and eventually every second HE would throw inside the hold. HE then, throw with powerful force. Like throwing a volley ball. Just before HE swing the baby, abruptly, SHE held HIS hand and try to stop HIM. “Please, please let the baby live. You don’t need to do this. The baby is still OURS.”. HE mute for a moment. Open HIS eyes widely like it was the signal HE didn’t care what SHE said. SHE moved forward as the baby scream with cried like there was no tomorrow. The sky was starting to cry like it wants to join the baby. HE shakes HIS head like saying don’t go near HIM. Literally, on that moment, HER stomach became tied and hurt badly made HER growling in pain because SHE moves a lot after the deliver. SHE bump to HIM like SHE wanted to collapse. All of the sudden, HE fell into the hole. The baby that HE hold flew in the air. BOTH of THEM trying to catch the baby. Later it fell to the ground between HER and HIM. SHE been lying there with the stomach hurt and HE has been in the hole trying to get out but the rain tears overflowing the hole. Both gasping for air. Both wanted to get the baby. The whole forest has heard the baby. HE pulled the baby’s leg and tries to make the baby drown inside the hole. While HE pulled the leg, SHE drags HER body to the baby. At this moment, it is like the tug of war, but not with the rope but a baby. Because HER stomach feels like someone grabbed HER gut and squish it, SHE stops there a moment. Without knowing, HE pulled the baby and THEY both get in the hole together with full of the water. “NOOOOO!!!!!!!NOOOO!!!!!” SHE shouted. Again, with almighty, SHE then drag the body and stood up. Took the hoe that being used by HIM to dig the hole and smash it to HIS head. Smash. “That's for laying me” Smash. “That for bringing me here” Smash. “That's for my children” Smash. “That's for torturing me” Smash. “That's for loving and giving me a pathetic life”. And last with HER little strength left her swing up high in the hoe and smash the hoe to HIS face until it does not look like a living thing anymore. The hole that full with rain now full with HIS blood and pieces.
In that quiet forest with only moon light up the cabin, SHE still thinks about the baby that she just delivered. SHE touched HER stomach like there was a baby inside. SHE has lost another one. Just lost it. In a few seconds. In front of her own eyes. HER daughters, all of them, never will be fed, bath or sing a lullaby by HER. SHE still in pain. Thousands pain and thousands emotion throughout the night. This moment HER emotion, HER heart felt like it been cut by an axe. Hurts that no one can tell. SHE had enough of this crappy old ancient ritual of tradition. SHE had enough. Again will all HER motherly mighty strength SHE stood up. Furiously took a small step as the blood still flowing and SHE in pain. Pain does not make HER stop. With pain, SHE wipes all the tears and get out of the cabin ran toward HIM. There was a small hole, but that hole was deep enough to put two grown up. HE must have just finished digging. With the dark sky, suddenly heard lightening, thunder and storm having a fight above THEM. HE was planning to bury the baby alive. HE wanted the baby to taste the soil as the first baby food. This time HE is done with the cutting, slicing or get out any blood of the baby. HE held the baby like Simba the lion king hold moment. HE held the baby way up and eventually every second HE would throw inside the hold. HE then, throw with powerful force. Like throwing a volley ball. Just before HE swing the baby, abruptly, SHE held HIS hand and try to stop HIM. “Please, please let the baby live. You don’t need to do this. The baby is still OURS.”. HE mute for a moment. Open HIS eyes widely like it was the signal HE didn’t care what SHE said. SHE moved forward as the baby scream with cried like there was no tomorrow. The sky was starting to cry like it wants to join the baby. HE shakes HIS head like saying don’t go near HIM. Literally, on that moment, HER stomach became tied and hurt badly made HER growling in pain because SHE moves a lot after the deliver. SHE bump to HIM like SHE wanted to collapse. All of the sudden, HE fell into the hole. The baby that HE hold flew in the air. BOTH of THEM trying to catch the baby. Later it fell to the ground between HER and HIM. SHE been lying there with the stomach hurt and HE has been in the hole trying to get out but the rain tears overflowing the hole. Both gasping for air. Both wanted to get the baby. The whole forest has heard the baby. HE pulled the baby’s leg and tries to make the baby drown inside the hole. While HE pulled the leg, SHE drags HER body to the baby. At this moment, it is like the tug of war, but not with the rope but a baby. Because HER stomach feels like someone grabbed HER gut and squish it, SHE stops there a moment. Without knowing, HE pulled the baby and THEY both get in the hole together with full of the water. “NOOOOO!!!!!!!NOOOO!!!!!” SHE shouted. Again, with almighty, SHE then drag the body and stood up. Took the hoe that being used by HIM to dig the hole and smash it to HIS head. Smash. “That's for laying me” Smash. “That for bringing me here” Smash. “That's for my children” Smash. “That's for torturing me” Smash. “That's for loving and giving me a pathetic life”. And last with HER little strength left her swing up high in the hoe and smash the hoe to HIS face until it does not look like a living thing anymore. The hole that full with rain now full with HIS blood and pieces.
Looking deep, SHE took the baby that float in the hole. Checking the temperature and the heart beat. There was no beating on the heart and the baby was so cold. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” scream HER. With the pain that still stuck in her stomach SHE then runs to the cabin. It was warm inside the cabin and the firewood was still burning at the fire place. The baby looks so purple in colour and looks a bit bloated because the baby might swallow the rain water in the hole with the blood. SHE was pumping the baby’s stomach and doing the blowing thing in the baby’s mouth. Not sure whether the CPR is working or not. The baby didn’t move nor cry. Just chilling on HER arm. SHE shakes the baby, swing the baby and shouting at the baby, but there was no movement has been made. There SHE was holding a corpse no longer called a baby. Died in HER hand. SHE then hugs the corpse. “My lovely, My daughter. Give my regard to all your sisters” sobbing HER. HER stomach became really hurt like it hurt inside HER heart. Hurt like it was unbearable cramps. HER stomach has literally twisting itself into knots to squeeze off the layers of the inside of HER uterus and ripping all over HER inside’s organs. SHE punches HER stomach since SHE can’t do anything anymore. Blimey, it was like a miracle. SHE never has thought this. Never. SHE felt it was going to be the second delivered. Unbelievable. Something is coming out of HER!! “GAHH! AHHH!!! BAHHHH!!! HUUH. HUUH. HUUH.” SHE calming. SHE was out of mind. It can’t be. She was having a second delivering on a day? There were two in HER stomach all the time? SHE didn’t notice this. No wonder it was so big. SHE push, push, Again, SHE did this alone. Without practise, SHE can deliver babies HERSELF. One push, two push, three pushes, and at the fourth, SHE gave all of HER strength and with the final push SHE breathed life into a new baby. A new baby. SHE sat in awe. Every possible emotion struck HER like a freight train. “It’s a boy. It’s a boy” SHE claimed. SHE smiles, and tears of joy ran down HER cheek. No more fear. No more HIM. No more THEM. No more tradition. No more. It is just happiness with Joy. SHE spent the first moments of the baby boy’s life. Holding the baby on HER arm. Warm and beautiful. SHE lay at the walls while SHE discovers both of the babies are twin. Sadly, one of them has been sent to heaven that night.
….. The sun has woken up, the light has been seen. It was a garden in the forest with a swing been hanging on a gigantic tree. For the boy to play. Every morning on the day that people normally woke up without any rush, having a nice warm cup of tea with family and going out for gathering it is the day that SHE and the BOY going to the cabin to hang. To look the nature, leaving all the bittersweet memory with HIM. SHE knew SHE was in the fault too. The cabin and the forest is still the same only adding new BOY. A BOY that SHE can rely on. A BOY that SHE can trust with all HER heart. It was tragic back then, but SHE was grateful in the present. Looking at the grave. The place where both of HIM and the baby girl corpses being buried. SHE named HER daughter FELIXIA it means happy in latin and XIA mean the glow of sunrise or summer which the day SHE and ZORION born. The BOY name ZORION means joy in Portuguese. Everyone has their own story. The roll a dice and they should know what kind of situation that they must face. SHE still continue HER job as an anthropologist, but this time whenever SHE wanted to go as a field trip or a study in a place that far beyond ordinary people realm, SHE will always bring HER son. ZORION. Even though SHE has lost a lot of her happiness in her life, but in the end SHE still has joy with her. A joy that SHE can share. A joy that SHE can depend on. A joy that SHE can love and be loved.
….. The sun has woken up, the light has been seen. It was a garden in the forest with a swing been hanging on a gigantic tree. For the boy to play. Every morning on the day that people normally woke up without any rush, having a nice warm cup of tea with family and going out for gathering it is the day that SHE and the BOY going to the cabin to hang. To look the nature, leaving all the bittersweet memory with HIM. SHE knew SHE was in the fault too. The cabin and the forest is still the same only adding new BOY. A BOY that SHE can rely on. A BOY that SHE can trust with all HER heart. It was tragic back then, but SHE was grateful in the present. Looking at the grave. The place where both of HIM and the baby girl corpses being buried. SHE named HER daughter FELIXIA it means happy in latin and XIA mean the glow of sunrise or summer which the day SHE and ZORION born. The BOY name ZORION means joy in Portuguese. Everyone has their own story. The roll a dice and they should know what kind of situation that they must face. SHE still continue HER job as an anthropologist, but this time whenever SHE wanted to go as a field trip or a study in a place that far beyond ordinary people realm, SHE will always bring HER son. ZORION. Even though SHE has lost a lot of her happiness in her life, but in the end SHE still has joy with her. A joy that SHE can share. A joy that SHE can depend on. A joy that SHE can love and be loved.
Yeah. I've completed my draft and turn it into a short story. I love this story. Lately I've been watching too much of human eating human kind of movie. I get the idea when I watch the wrong turn and the cabin in the woods movie. Shockingly, I dream about it and started to write another version of it. This is truly my kind of short story that I love to write. Kind a bit too exaggerating to people that didn't use to read a lot. But that's okay. Anyway, enjoy my story.