child scream - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The scream told of the pain within, confusion. His skin craved the comfort of mother, of soft skin. He needed her scent, the movement of her body and the feeling of his feet leaving the ground for the safety of her arms.
It was a scream, likely a child, the primal mind crying out for the love that evolution has taught it to expect. It was the most raw communication, the most pure way one soul can ask another for help.
They say we cannot feel the pain of another, but Tommy's scream was agony seeping into our skins. We took it in, let ourselves feel it, and stayed right there to radiate the love we all felt for him.
He heard his sister screamed, a voice of pure terror that sounded wrong in her childish voice. He made his way to her as fast as he could with his bleeding leg, as her screams faded into ragged sobs.
"I won't leave him to scream. It isn't natural and no, I don't care what your mother says. You can't 'spoil' a child with love."
The scream that rent the air was as good as a siren. Nobody screams like that unless it is terror beyond endurance. It was unmistakably a child and a young one. Every head turned and several sets of legs sprinted in the direction of the cry.
The scream was the kind of sound that bypassed your logical thinking and went direct to your emotional response. High pitched and raw it was the sound of a child in pain. It came from the darkened alley, they took off toward it full pelt despite the danger.
The scream was an adrenaline shot straight to the carotid. It wasn't just any scream, it was her son. She was running before her brain even registered why.