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scyzoryk_o4
Junior Member
since 2006-05-23
Posts 36
Canada and Poland

0 posted 2006-05-26 07:47 AM


        This is a short story I wrote a little while ago... enjoy

Before Memory


    It used to be that birth was a gift from God and miscarriage, a punishment. This is a story of one baby. Like one who’s blind, this baby relies on his touch to see. As the child runs his tiny arms with fragile undeveloped fingers through the amniotic fluid he’s emerged in, he can feel the softness of the walls surrounding him. Like an astronaut, he floats around weightlessly in space and time, for he has yet to have a birth date. Though his space is limited, his possibilities are not. However, a sense of claustrophobia creeps into his yet undeveloped mind as the baby senses the walls closing in on him.
  Today, his mother is faced with a decision. She believes she is deserving of a cigarette. She lights it. Upon inhaling, she turns her throat into a reverse chimney that pumps smoke down the umbilical cord and begins suffocating her child. His small infant lungs fill with soot and his tiny cough echoes in the mother’s womb. He tries frantically to cut the circulation in the umbilical cord but it’s hopeless. The cord is too tough for his nimble hands to kink. The child is left feeling betrayed. He feels anger for the first and strats to use the walls like a worn out punching bag. He soon gets tired and goes back to sleep. In his sleep, he dreams of space. He floats from Orion’s Belt to the Big Dipper. He grabs the Dipper and fills it full of the Milky Way and takes a sip. Mid-dream, he’s abruptly awoken when a steel probe pokes him in his side. He has no time to react before a needle puts him back to sleep and injects him with a toxin.
     This will be the last time he has a regular heartbeat. The poison he was injected with slows his heart to a stop. The doctor, resembling a Dark Age executioner brings the baby’s life to an end as he rips the baby out of the mother’s womb limb by limb. Pieces of the child are tossed into a comunal bloody garbage pail... all those other nameless babies like himself could have been. . .

[This message has been edited by scyzoryk_o4 (05-27-2006 06:51 PM).]

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the_girl_next_door
Senior Member
since 2006-02-26
Posts 591
USA
1 posted 2006-06-02 12:33 PM


I loved this. I hate abortion.. this is a very controversal subject though.. need I say too much.. so I just want to say great job.. I loved the way you described this..

~Heather

Desire nothing except desirelessness. Hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes.
Want nothing & you will have everything.

CrAzI_bAbI_cHiKa
Member
since 2003-07-16
Posts 248

2 posted 2006-06-02 10:16 AM


...wow. that's...Hard? A difficult subject, a difficult write, a difficult read. I don't really know what my feelings are on this, but I do know, this is a good write. Well done, and thanks for taking the difficult position. Awesome insight.

<3keryn

When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad I'm better.
Mae West

bekahlekah45
Senior Member
since 2006-03-14
Posts 533

3 posted 2006-06-10 11:50 PM


Wow this was amazing.  abortion- im totally against it.  But i wont bring up an argument haha. anyways, this was an amazing write.  Wonderful.  i really enjoyed it..well not the subject.  it made me sad thinking about that and knowing it actually happens but what i mean is that it was written well. : )

bekah

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