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Challenge: 55 words, include a birth, a death and an element of love.
The moment I saw her, I knew this wasn’t going to last. The child I had carried wouldn’t survive.
I heard her cry with a feeble voice.
The moment I took her into my arms she fell silent.
Then she was gone. The last nine months had been all we had been given to treasure.
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N. WS. Jokela, more commonly known as WindySilver, is a Finnish IT student and a hobbyist artist fighting a war against procrastination on the losing side. When her free time is not taken up by things like reading, procrastination, video games, watching series or more procrastination, she mainly writes sci-fi fanfiction and original flash fiction of various genres. While she dabbles in a lot of things ranging from digital art to jewelry to plants to whatever catches her interest, writing is her persistent forte.
You should not give her yet another crazy flash fiction challenge to take part in because she simply cannot say "no" to it.
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