Queen Of Camelot: A Narrative Fiction

At the end of the story, “Stains”, when the mother hears the telephone ring, she immediately dashes to the sound of the loud ring of the telephone and answers it. On the other end of the line, a lady from St. Andrew’s hospital informs her about her son’s critical state that he is in and her son’s need for her. Right then and there, she was already out the door. She knew that this could be the last opportunity to show her son how much she loves him and how much she wants her son to have a better life. The hospital was only a few blocks away, and so she ran as fast as she could, her heart beating loudly and her hair flying furiously in the frigid mid-February air. She finally reached the entrance of the hospital in less than ten minutes running,

“Mother,” he cries, seeing her rise to her feet. He leaps into her arms, in which she did not flinch from the throbbing pain, nor the stickiness of the blood on her hands and

She walks into the living room where all her family was sitting, and they all look at her and ask “what’s the news?”. She was very disappointed in herself she thought how could she let it happen? she was too young at 16, she didn’t have a job, and she didn’t even know if the father was going to be there for her. The family looked concerned as she was about to burst into tears, her eyes filled with sadness, and then she said “I'm pregnant”. They all looked at her in disappointment, they thought she was going to be the one to pursue her dreams of becoming a nurse, to actually have a degree, but even though they were disappointed in her they knew that they had to help her raise the baby. She felt upset she didn’t know how she was going to do it while still going to school, she still had two more years ahead, and she was due late May. Even though she had her family who was supporting her she still had to take responsibility for her actions, she had decided that she would have to drop out of school, and start working to take care of her upcoming baby.

An hour earlier, Sefa, their baby’s birth mother, had called Percival, crying that she was in pain and bleeding, afraid she was losing the

Guinevere sat on the birthing bed with her legs bent, leaning forward, gripping her knees as another contraction took hold. She reddened and piercing shriek tore from her throat while King Arthur paled. Watching his wife suffer like this was torture.

"Hey, boss can I talk to those fine girls who just walked into the store?!" Sammie exclaimed with excitement.

It was well after the deep watch bell when Arthur was making his way along Camelot's hallways. After the feast had ended, he and his five new friends had relocated to The Rising Sun, where they'd enjoyed some ale and a few dice games. He had just left Pytor and Kendrick at their room and was heading towards his own chambers when a movement caught his eye.

I watch Celianna stroke her baby’s cheek softly. The look in her eyes crushed me inside knowing that she would have to sacrifice her dead child to create more space on the boat. The bond between a mother and child is so strong. Celianne’s baby have not cried ever since she popped out of her, that was when i knew something wasn’t right. There’s no words that could describe how Celianna must be feeling right now in this situation. The sun was starting to go down, meaning the day was almost coming to an end. The sun laid gently on the ocean as it made the sky turn a pinkish

Little did Mithian know that joining a flurry of Councillors rushing towards the Great Court would be a terrible idea. But, with the fresh air having brought a healthy glow to her cheeks, and her hair slightly ruffled from a spirited walk around archways, fields and Courtyard, everything seemed interesting.

Ashley scheduled an appointment to check on the baby and radiated off her family’s encouragement. Thankfully, her baby was completely healthy. Although Ashley wanted another chance at raising a girl, she’d be having her third boy. “I remember the disappointment, but only a few short minutes later, I was overjoyed. My baby was healthy—no defects.” Her eyes gleamed and her mouth turned upward at the corners, producing a bigger smile each second. With the colors of fall behind her, Ashley looked beautifully

(A man burst through the door frantically—holding his very pregnant wife’s hand with one hand and carrying a little blue blanket, a pink bow, and a hefty amount of gauze in his other. He slams the blanket, bow, and gauze on one of the small metal desks, thus freeing his hands so he can guide his wife to the bulky wooden desk in the back of the room. He holds her hand tight through the contraction and lovingly kisses her head.

“Alright so we are going to flip a coin to see who gets to see him first,” he said. Only three people were allowed in the NICU at once to see a baby. I choose heads. My dad let me choose first. I chose heads. I usually chose tails, but it seemed like the coin always landed on heads. When the coin landed I was so mad. It was tails. My dad smiled at Madison, and then led her to Oliver. I waited in the room with my grandma and sulked on the bed. I wanted to see him

“Joshua, what if she isn’t perfect? What if something is wrong?” She inquired. “Hush, love, she’ll be perfect; I know it.” Helen closed her eyes, with a slow breath, ready to push. “Breathe through it and start to push. Yes, that’s it; keep going,” said the midwife.

A looming sense of death filled the room. Pacing back and forth outside the operating room, anxious parents pressed their face against the window as their little girl received anesthesia. The battle between the nurse and the girl raged on as she kept wiggling as a result of her fear of needles. The doctor impatiently taps his foot as the nurse finally pricks the needle into her vein. A sigh of relief escaped the nurse’s mouth when the little girl finally fell asleep and the doctor could proceed with the heart surgery. The doctor’s steady hands slid a knife smoothly above the girl’s heart, making a superficial incision where he would operate. The nurse’s heart fluttered madly at the sight of blood. Her knee’s began to wobble and palms drip

“The news didn’t surprise her, he had been struggling with heart diseases for a long time.” The news came in a really bad moment on Jessica’s life. She didn’t think of it till some time went by, then all she could think of was the death. It kept her awake at night running through her head over and over again. It bothered her but she couldn’t help it.