Abortion: A Fictional Narrative

One of the most frequently debated topics in bioethics is the morality of abortion, or the ending of a pregnancy without physically giving birth to an infant. Often times abortions are categorized into either spontaneous, a natural miscarriage; induced or intentional, which is premeditated and for any reason; or therapeutic, which albeit intentional, its sole purpose is to save the mother’s life. It seems however that moral conflicts on issue mainly arise when discussing induced abortions. In general, people universally agree it is morally wrong to kill an innocent person and in some people’s eyes induced abortions are the intentional killings of innocent persons, thus making them immoral. However not all individuals view fetuses as persons and consequentially argue it is not morally wrong to kill them.

I sighed and looked at the test, and she was telling the truth, I was pregnant. It was entirely impossible, but that is not what scared me. I threw the test away and picked up my phone. I dialed Ashton’s number, thankfully he was awake. “Dals, it’s three am? What do you need?” Ashton’s raspy voice had shook me to tears. “Look, I just need to talk to you alright.” I say and went into the bathroom. “Ashton, I just took a pregnancy test, and it came up positive, I really need brotherly fucking advice right now!” I cry and he was speechless. “Isnt Michael..” He trailed off and I stayed quiet. “It’s michaels, great.” Ashton sighed. Brooklyn had stirred awake and asked him who he was talking too. The line was quiet for a moment till Brooklyn had

“I dare you to run through the labyrinth wearing a dress!” Next to me my friend Sophia started laughing so hard that her wings started flapping and her lion's tail patted me on the back. Carl’s nostrils flared and he started breathing hard. His horns turned bright red like they always do when he gets angry.

"Well, we have twin girls, Ida and Deena. They're beautiful and healthy. And after rest and food, Fleur will be fine, too."

Something suddenly clasps her mouth, a hand is what she suspects. It didn't feel like a hand, more jelly like and cold. Her eyes widen at the action. Her tiny throat lets out a slight squeal and she struggles to turn her head around to see what it was actually.

In first grade, a boy named John— a notorious troublemaker—systematically chased every girl in our class during recess trying to kiss her on the lips. Most gave in eventually. It was easier to give in than keep running. When it was my turn, I turned and faced him, grabbed his glasses off his weasel face, and stomped on them on the hard blacktop. He ran to the principal’s office and cried.

Willow smiled evilly. The black kittypet lashed his tail. Willow’s grey and black-specked pelt was ungroomed, and her silverish chest was bent in awkwardly as she stalked away. The small black kittypet with a blue, yet blood-stained, collar followed on her tail. A rouge slid up to her, flashing his claws across her pelt, but Willow snapped his neck before her blood started welling out. Ash stopped in his tracks, eyeing the surroundings carefully, before following her. The black tom’s amber and blue icy gaze flittered over the blood. He licked his muzzle.

She now knew that Daisy slept on the porch every night in her dog house. Her plan was going smoothly. She would sneak out tonight and crawl through the fence and then grab Daisy and get away from Lydia’s house as quickly as possible.

“I’m so sorry mom; I didn’t mean to scare you.” Margot sniffled from the cold.

“Ouch. My finger!” screamed Isabelle as she looked into the bright blue eyes of her sister. Her short white

"What did you hear?" Charles begged, keeping his eyes on hers. Iris swallowed, her throat was numb from her screaming.

    "Please, do continue," Dark's scowl bared his teeth. Sharp canines glinted as he stared at her, a feral look deep within his eyes. Under all the tailored suits and sweet words sat the beast that sharpened its teeth and claws on the bones of its victims, the monster that lusted to feel bodies break in its hands.

Her father stood up and went to his bookshelf. He rifled through a stack of papers and notebooks and pulled a pile down. “In here. I believe you’ll find my notes somewhere among these papers.”

“No, it sounded bigger than a rabbit Uariah!” She started to cry and leaned over on Uariah’s shoulder.

Abortion as an Ethical Issue In recent years, abortion has become one of the world’s most discussed ethical issues. This has made a huge impact on both men and women’s lives. There are many different views on abortion dating back from the Old Testament to the present day. I intend to show you all of abortion’s conventional arguments.