Stories tagged “Abortion”
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Choice I
The security guard asks if you’re carrying any bombs in your coat, and as he’s tearing through your duffel bag you feel the first of what you know will be many moments of embarrassment and exposure. He hands you a little card with a list of service...
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Choice II
When you see that flicker on the screen, that’s when your heart wakes up, tells you it’s time to go home, but there’s still more paperwork to do, and it wouldn’t hurt to fill it all out for future reference. You’re placed back in that col...
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Choice III
A nurse brings you to a new cold room. You are stoic as she injects something into your arm. Then a woman comes in and shakes your hand, introducing herself as someone with a Dr. in front of her name. That’s when you’re entire body starts to shake,...
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The Delay
I cried for six months when she refused to get the abortion. It was a mistake. We met at a party, we were both drunk, things happened, I don’t want to be a dad. It was around the sixth month that I finally grew to accept my fate. Six months later...
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i don't want this
They led me into the stark white room, guided my hand that signed the forms, and left me alone so I was surrounded by unfamiliar doctors in white lab coats. ‘Why are you letting them do this?’ I tried to cry out, but no sound came. The doctor spoke...
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I Can't Do This.
It’s been two months. Two wonderful months; two wonderful months since I broke up with that bastard. But I think he did something to me. No, I know that he did something to because, right now, as I stare at the test in my hand… I’m pr...
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Oh my God (I)
“I’m sorry, can you… can you repeat that?” I ask. I know what he said, but I have to hear it again to make sure I didn’t mistake any words. “You’re about a month and a half pregnant,” The doctor repeats. ...
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Oh my God (III)
I’ve been waiting for Ethan in the police station for about an hour now, with my hands on my stomach, I feel like puking. Before I can, Ethan finally walks out the doors that he involuntarily went through a few nights ago. Thanks to me and my bab...
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Decision (II)
I decide that I’m stilling going to go through with the abortion. I push out the second thoughts in my head, take a deep breath and walk through the doors to where the murder of my baby begins. “I’m here for my appointment,” I t...
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What They Asked
They said it wasn’t so bad, what they were asking me to do. “Just talk to him,” they said. “It’s just a three-minute conversation. That’s all we’re asking for.” So it would be easy, right? I can talk for ...
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Stories Without Endings
It all seems so surreal. That tree, the one across the street, has been chopped down, replaced by a small rose garden. And that house, that crumbling thing on the next block, has been repainted beyond recognition. The laundry still gets hung out to dry...
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Choices
Inner protests eclipsed the shouts blockading the clinic, yet she remained undaunted.
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Sad Stories in Spring
Two old men, one stooped and skinny, the other short and bulbous, sat on a bench in the park, talking. Both had elegant-looking canes propped up near their crossed knees. It was a warm spring, the kind where everything was blooming at once . “I k...
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Surprise Indeed
Marybeth cringed, her head jerking right, bleating in terror as she mentally braced herself for a blinding flash of light. A dark-clothed figure was extending something out to her. It took a moment for it to dawn on Marybeth that not only had no pictur...
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A Damn Thing
“Stop it!” she screamed as she chucked a paintbrush at his throat. “What! You know you’re a worthless bitch,” he retorted. “Shutup!” “No, you wanted that abortion and you know it!” She stopped midw...
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Planned to be Disasterous.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, we had done this numerous times before. The life that I finally grown comfortable with was plummeting to the ground; to it’s death. Nothing was ever going to be the same, we had already begun the proce...
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You've Got Mail.
Tara, Will you please talk to me? We haven’t spoken in a week, you won’t answer my texts, calls, or IM’s. I’m hoping that a note will break through this barrier that you’re inexplicably building to avoid me. You forget tha...
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Rebirth (Draft)
Abortion at 18, 20 years later wants to be a mum. Can’t turn back the clock
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Turning back the clock
The empty train station rang with their footsteps. Behind her, a baby thrashes, its jarring wail echoing around the high ceiling above her. She was transfixed as they approached. Faces hooded and blurred like an ink drawing in a rain of tears. A scream...