Full Prompt: Begin a story with a birth. It could be your own, your child’s, an historical figure or even an animal’s.
“The unicorn is giving birth now!”
And everyone started panicking and running around getting ready to assist in the birth. There was a shit ton of blood, like there were gallons and even more gallons of blood. And a lot yelling from everywhere, whether it was orders or just yelling for yelling sakes. I don’t remember a lot of the details other than those during the active labor since I was only 8 years old. Eventually the baby unicorn was finally born. The mother did not live though. Nobody knew if the baby could or hell would live without the mother. It did live through the night but barely, the baby is barely alive. That is where I come in.
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