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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Astonishment (02/02/12)

TITLE: The Giants With Me
By Sandra Petersen
02/08/12


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My eyes crack open to see blurry objects bobbing and swaying above my head. With an uncoordinated thrust of my arm, I manage to loosen the restraints around my upper body but can not reach out to still the movement above me.

I don't know how much time has elapsed since I fell into the deep sleep from which I have awakened.

The last thing I remember is being wrapped in the tight bonds now surrounding my body and placed in a supine position on a mattress. I screamed my anger and frustration and kicked at the confines holding my legs and arms.

The person who put me here smiled with an impatient and weary frown before leaving me. I didn't understand the mixed message. Smiles and frowns shouldn't be that easy to do at the same time, should they?

They didn't care how loudly I cried out. I was alone in the room with no one to comfort or hear me. My tears and struggles wore me out and I succumbed to sleep. I had nothing else I could do.

My dreams were a strange mixture of familiar objects I could put a name to and some unfamiliar objects I had encountered before but did not understand. Things that I was prevented from touching, things that hissed and made other threatening noises and moved in their own strange ways. Each one appeared suddenly in my view, astounded me with its perplexing complexity and was whisked away again.

At one point, I thought I saw angels. I heard a choir of harmonies coming from the midst of a golden sky. A heavenly being stretched out his hand and smiled at me. His expression radiated a depth of love I had not ever experienced since I was born. I smiled back and then I woke.

Should I draw attention to myself and get one of those responsible for me being here to answer to my cry? I sniff the air. A familiar odor wafts from the depths of the blanket over me. I recognize I soiled myself sometime during my slumber. Perhaps it was what woke me up.

Will they care for my need and provide me with clean clothing? I have to do something. The feeling of being unclean is extremely unpleasant and I wail my discomfort like an insane person. I feel no shame over my lack of bowel control.

Muffled voices approach the door. It squeaks slightly as it opens. One of the giants watching over me approaches the bedside. She picks me up but I will not be so easily silenced. I stare into her eyes, howl at her, willing her to understand what I need. She clucks her tongue in an oddly soothing manner and hums. My head feels the vibration of her vocalization in her chest as she holds me.

A sudden explosive exhalation of noisy breath erupts over my head and I startle. I never heard this sound before from the giantess. My eyes widen and my mouth opens in a perfect “O.” I arch my body backward and stare up at her face, ready this time for a second sound like it to emerge. It doesn't come.

Her male companion, a giant like her who tends to my care less often, says, “Bless you” and laughs at the shocked expression I have on my face.

I am placed on a hard surface and my restraints are loosed. My cramped limbs jerk outward and grasp at empty air before bending inward again. The sudden freedom is confusing and a little frightening.

The giantess crinkles her nose and I can see she has understood me. I don't yet speak her language enough to communicate but she has understood and is even now peeling away the soiled garments. I will learn how to speak their language. I have to in order to survive.

But for now she seems to know instinctively what I need most of the time. I depend upon her. She calls me her daughter.


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Tracy Nunes 02/10/12
I enjoyed this very much. It made me think of my daughters. Good job!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/12/12
I love this story. I did catch on fairly soon that the MC was a newborn. I think that might be because I wrote a very similar story on the humph topic. You did a wonderful job taking me into this alien world. There is nothing quite as miraculous as birth. Nice job.
CD Swanson 02/12/12
Sweet and original. Nice job with this. God Bless~
Allison Egley 02/12/12
:) I love this, and actually thought it was quite original.

I see now that someone commented that she wrote a similar story. While it is sometimes a good idea to throw out your first idea, if you think it's unique, go for it! Sometimes you can "tweak" an entry, and take it from a different point of view to make it unique. Don't let one similar story stifle your creativity.

It kept wondering who the MC was, and when I realized it, it was like the light bulb turned on, and I was happy to know I was right when I read the ending. Nice job!
Danielle King 02/14/12
I really liked this entry too. I picked up on it being a new-born because I'd read another one about a new-born and it was still fresh in my mind. Good writing!
Karlene Jacobsen 02/15/12
I used to wonder what my babies were thinking during those moments. giggle. Now you've enlightened me. Love this coming from the baby's POV.
Lillian Rhoades 02/15/12
I saw this differently than others who've commented; probably a tribute to your creativity.:-) With my nursing background, I've seen many elderly who have reverted to infantile behavior. I imagined this as I read this piece, until the last sentence. Minor grammar issues, but overall nicely done.
Linda Goergen02/16/12
I enjoyed this, creative POV, it was an interesting read. Good job.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/16/12
Congratulations for ranking 17th overall!