Creative Writing: My Abortion

Text “Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

Is it really Alex? We should get back down to ground level." "You're right." They head to the door, and Fox wonders just how he's going to explain. Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

Purgatory: A place where the most malignant/hazardous fiends are jailed due to their assailments on the human race. Their thirst for human blood still lingered within them, even after centuries of being caged in Purgatory. They probed everywhere for a way out of the illimitable, gloomy, foggy forest and rivers; killing themselves and others with hunger and insanity. Once a fiend is in, it’s nearly impossible to get out without a Reaper’s or Knight’s scythe.

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

Grave I hold all of her. I hold all of her memories, all of her aspirations, all of her secrets. I even hold what’s left of her physical being. I hold her remains, the remains of her deteriorating body, the remains of her withering memory, the remains of her. You see, she lives in me. She died in me. The rest of her life, will be spent inside of me with nothing to do but look back at her life and wonder. I often felt her wondering, not about herself, but those who surrounded her. She wondered about her kooky grandmother; how she went to the store everyday on her birthday and bought herself flowers, because she was her own person and would be damned if told otherwise. She thought about her father; how he was both a pessimist and naive all

“Mrs. Mitchell is in critical condition.” Lydia’s face crumpled and she was about to give up hope when the doctor spoke again. “Her legs are both broken and, due to the lengthy time spent without access to blood, almost completely dead. She has two broken ribs, a broken arm, and

The first time I saw her she was perched on my chair at New Westview High in the English 11 classroom and was twirling a luxurious pair of earbuds around her elegant and slender fingers wrapping them around like whips. Lethal. Pestilent. Yet still there was something about her that

He heard a cracking noise and looked up and jumped backwards as two people fell out of the tree. It was his good friends Hearth and Blitz, Blitz looked a bit more clean shaven and Hearth looked the same. “Hey, kid,” Blitz grinned then winced slightly, “Ouch, I think I might’ve broken my arm,” he muttered. Magnus kneeled down and said.

At a street corner miles off the Manhattan bay sat a man. The December winds and darkness accompanied him. He whistled with the tune of the passing trains and traveled throughout the day from one part of the street to another with the passing sun. The lethargic bones in his body and his hunched gait reminded one of an old tire swing, pivoting with every gust of wind. He walked on the street with an empty coffee cup, sifting the little change inside it. As the day went on, masses of people passed by the man with indifference. What is one brick relative to a whole wall? His shoulders looked burdened with grief, but could easily be mistaken for a drunken posture. Drunk on grief, though he would think with a humorless smile. As his routine continued,

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.” “Freddie Krueger,” Ernest clarified. “The other kids started calling Neil that after he

(Jack walks around randomly with head down, shoulders slumped) Corey: Dude! Why have you been ignoring me? And why do you look so down? (Jack ignores) Corey: (randomly waves in fron of Jack) Dude Jack? JACK?! CAN YOU HEAR ME? DON’T IGNORE ME! Jack: (Sarcastically and ‘darkly’) I’m sorry, I don’t talk

“Empty, aside from MacBride’s body lying at the bottom of the stairs with a broken neck.

My crew has slowly gotten smaller and smaller in the past two months. Only twenty of us remain and more of us are getting sick every day. However, we are at our last stop in Barcelona and then I’m returning home to you soon. Our captain has told us we need to stay here until we unload the rest of the cargo which take exceptionally longer when half your men are dead or sick. I'm worried that I am not entirely well and have an agonising headache. I’ve gotten my blood letted so that I am safe from the disease. Francis believes that the epidemic that spread through our crew is a punishment from god for locking our sick in the cellar. Maybe he is right maybe what we did is punishable by death. One more day here and then I'll finally be home.

“Just put down the gun…” someone had said as Phillip now stood silent and blank-faced. He and his friends then remained motionless as they stared nervously at the weapon’s barrel. From just off to the side, Boyd continued to cover the footage as the transmission stayed live broadcasting the feed to