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“You stole her?” Daisy had an emotion on her face that resembled a mule trying to cross a deep river. I sighed as I sat on the white leather couch, cradling the tiny little body in my arm. I was glad that the little child had
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A miracle, still wrapped up in her mother’s womb. Too young to know. Too young to understand. She was so small, so helpless, and so scared… she was so little, yet she knew she wasn’t ready, like any person would have common s
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Okay, I've been struggling with thus idea for a novel for a long time... I was wondering if anyone thought it were worth writing.1
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(NOTE: The following is my opinion, but by all means take it personally and attack my views. I've always wanted hate mail and I can't wait to decimate your arguments. )1
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by Brokenx 100 words, 9 comments, on Jul 25 2:55 PM 2008. In , Abortion, Dark, Depression, First person, Poem, Starting idea, We are soldiers
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The doctor's horrible, mimicking attempt at a smile widened and Billi could see every one of his sharp, gray teeth, each stained at the roo
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There is something wrong with the doctor's office and something unbelievably sinister about the doctor himself....
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Take my mind off the knowledge that I'm killing my baby and if Mama finds out, she'll kick me out of the house.
by Delfishie 1000 words, 22 comments, on Jun 26 8:25 PM 2007. In Abortion, Dark, Depression, Short story -
On the ride home after she got the abortion, Rebecca placed her hands on her sore and empty belly; beneath her fingers, she felt something kick.by Delfishie <100 words, 10 comments, on Jun 24 9:45 PM 2007. In Abortion, Horror, Once sentence story
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/ / month 1 / / Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound / / of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wby MySpaceAddict 300 words, 11 comments, on May 11 10:59 PM 2007. In , (in a way) dont read young kids, Abortion, Depression, Inspirational
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I’m carsick again. Lovely. Stopped on the side of the freeway to puke on the shoulder. So that’s what scrambled eggs and hydrochloric acid looks like. / / When I’m finished feeding asphalt, I lean against the driver’s side of my car, just next to theby Sinthe 800 words, 99 comments, on Mar 24 1:40 PM 2007. In Abortion, Dark, Death, First person, Mental illness, Short story
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Grace took a small photograph from her desk drawer. She held it in her lap as she spoke.
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