Darkness was threatening to consume her.
Echoing in her ears were lullabies once sung by her mother. Torturous pain seared through the tiny mass as someone pulled her leg. Ruthlessly she was dragged out in her final moments.
Blank.
Murdered by betrayal.
“Abortion successful”.
** Won 3rd place in 55 Fiction Writing contest by The Colors Magazine…
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** It is my first work of fiction and first ever 55 fiction 🙂
such a nice try at fiction 55.. cant believe it's your first :O too good and Congrats!!!
@Kabya
@SEV
thanks a lot 😀
Good stuff!
wow…*speechless for while*…amazing…
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Thanks a lot 😀 do keep visiting 😀
Great, great piece. The fact that it is your first time is amazing. Keep writing. Like your blog. You have a new reader.
This was awesome.Great writing!Keep more coming