Creative writing

• Plot overview?


  Women taking a pregnancy test start to dissociate from the world and hyperfocus on certain matters.
• Structure

  Five minutes

  Four minutes

  Three minutes

  Two minutes

  One minute

  Zero minutes

  What if?
• Five minutes to wait

  1. Five minutes of dread

  2. Five minutes cowering and wishing for two red lines

  3. Five minutes where you decide you can't sit still on the toilet seat, waiting, dreading, praying

  4. Five minutes where you get up looking for your phone hoping to cradle it as a source of comfort, a distraction from the real world cradling it for comfort because some comfort is better than none; holding it close like you would hold a baby
• A baby


  The idea scared me but somehow still brought a smile to my face
• Society tells you that you have to be a mother to give value to society
• The fathers at the church preach disregarding the horrible nature of the ticking time bomb of a planet trying to kill us all with the rising temperatures and sea levels
• Four minutes

  You mindlessly scramble on your phone trying to find a source of comfort to distract you from the idea of a baby the size of a watermelon growing in your stomach; a burden growing in your stomach. Suddenly, it hits you: your life is going to change, it's never going to be the same. You glace through the jagged window- with more cracks than you have fingers-  outside you see the opaque, frightfully dull, grotesque motel you’ve been hiding in. As an escape from your parents, from life, from your responsibilities. Hiding from the result of that test lying there on the sink.
•  Future generations don’t get a choice, but to be born into an endless cycle of death and misery. Misery is pushed by terrorist groups that preach that we all deserve this misery. Wars where masses of thousands are just pawns to the merciless leaders who wouldn’t care if they live or die. You sit there in awe of the horrible world you might have to bring a sweet, cute, innocent child into.
• Three minutes when you frantically look at the news hoping it will distract you where your mind seems to have awakened to the world around you how people kill for reasons as little as a piece of bread, for selfishness, for pride. Pride that spurs these monsters to massacre innocent people; no more than numbers to the cowards that they worship as leaders. Leaders that commit countless atrocities others gasp at however fail to take action and do nothing to prevent future generations of their kids from witnessing
• Two minutes.

  Two minutes where you become wiser about thousands of spectators living in Africa dying of starvation, fleeing from the gunfire of the pointless war, that goes on in the world.What if I bring a child into this world?Fleeing to the barren desert to escape from the blaze of gunfire the constant ‘’Bang!” Of gunfire that ruptures your eardrums as they desperately scramble for cover.
• The nature videos randomly pop up associated with mindfulness disregarding the fact that the sea warms up on the opposing side of the field, threatening to crush dreams. When the whistle is blown the sea and mankind battle for power fighting for territory for space. Both want to win, to be victorious, to have the right to rule over each other.
• The rainforest stands idly on the sidelines, watching helplessly. She could cheer, she could encourage them to fight but her green pom-poms dangle uselessly from her sides, brown sleeves pulled down to hide the vine-like scars that snake across her arms. Scars that run deep like ravines eventually buys her silence.
•  As the fighting dies, children scramble across the battlefield, seeking food even if it is just a crumb of bread to sustain them for the day. These children shouldn’t have to provide for themselves.