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How Could She Do It

How Could She Do It

A Chapter by How Could She Do It


Excerpt I didn’t drink that much at the party because I felt alittle sick after my first beer. As soon as I arrived at my apartment, I took a c..
Aborted Teens

Aborted Teens

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé


For teens who live by guns & die by guns, and to us who have yet to show them the way….
A Story of an Unborn Child

A Story of an Unborn Child

A Poem by samie05


This poem was inspired by a film I saw entitled "Silent Scream". I was devastated by the film that made me and my classmates cry and feel sorry for t..
Babies Silenced

Babies Silenced

A Poem by Sunflower/Sara Kendrick


About abortion, written to the song "The Sound Of Silence". Written by Paul Simon...
What Kind of Mother Was I?

What Kind of Mother Was I?

A Poem by D. L. Hutson


Memorializing my unborn baby. Abortion
Child with No Name

Child with No Name

A Poem by Shannon


A poem of a mother to her unborn child.
The Green

The Green

A Story by Brown Bull


“It’s out there just north of Rt. 20, between Abilene and Fort Worth”
Soylent Green

Soylent Green

A Poem by Leon Agnew


A pretty poem for pretty times.
Innocence Gone By

Innocence Gone By

A Poem by Cassiopia Summers


A poem about teenage pregnancy.
Enter

Enter

A Story by lrigD


A woman in front of a building; what is she doing there?
ReDefining ProLIFE in AMERICA

ReDefining ProLIFE in AMERICA

A Story by rewordblog


A compelling READ. Please join the iCHOOSE2LIVE Campaign @ www.rewordblog.com to become a ProLIFE-by-CHOICE. We need to take back our lives, one perso..
Inside

Inside

A Poem by AloysiaVerben


Abortion: always has been controversial, always will be. Inside shows my particular view-point of this issue.
The kill.

The kill.

A Story by vido.


A drunken toast.
For You and I Are Past Our Dancing Days

For You and I Are Past Our Dancing Days

A Story by Darkness'Embrace


"For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
the smell

the smell

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé


inner conflict; outward consequences - abortion.
I'm here

I'm here

A Poem by ♥Dancing giraffe&h..


Mary Amy, John, Joe, What are their names? You’ll never know. Two babies, safe in mother’s womb..
Do you remember me?

Do you remember me?

A Poem by typingaway


I love making twists.

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