Unborn Stories

@yumamonoyami 's book series!

Are there always streams of tiny lights even in the dark? what if the Night is blacker than you can imagine! what happens to my destiny during the darkest night? will there be light at the end of this tunnel? find out, this is not just a story! its a Super Story! life touching and life changing one.

An examination on an insightful poem about abortion.

Zackary was someone who no one wanted to touch, to even acknowledge. He was dead while alive. Damien, his mate, was someone everyone wanted to say that they had him in their possession. He was desired by all, and cherished by all whose eyes fell on him and knew his name. Two polar opposites. Add on the fact that Zackary turns to a large wild, furry wulfen by night and Damien the son of one of the town's best hunters. Follow these two disimilar boys as they mark their way into unmarked territory in the 17th century London.

On the next page is our story. Spencer, I love you. Mackenzie, I love you. Don't forget that.

This story is about the true meaning of living.

It is about a child's thoughts before they are born.

a poem by Ai

"She's looking." I said feeling bad that I was doing this. "Who?" He looked around to see who I was looking at. "Hailey. She really likes you." "She likes everybody and me and her will never happen." He told me and turned me around. We made eye contact and went into a long comfortable hug that I enjoyed so much. I then looked in and ask he was leaning in for a kiss, I stopped him. "What about hailey?" I asked He looked me in the eyes and said, "forget her, it's just me and you." A smile slowly crept onto my face as he pulled me in for a kiss. To Be Continued

Part of my Year 9 collection of works. Genre: Epistolary Short Story. Enjoy.

Dr. Maria Quinonez has seen it all. One of the downsides of working at psychiatric facility. Then a patient comes for a session and blurs the line of what the logical, scientific minded Dr. sees as reality and what is possible.

Ye Poem Invisible love , Unseen Dreams , and ek couple new hota hai and use pregnency ka ehsas hota hai tab ki ye ek kahani hai , koi insans jab parent banne ka sochta hai to unki ese hi kuch kahani suru hoti hai.

In a hidden realm called Ecanhaan, the spirits of the Named Unborn reside. This is the story of one of them, who - for a mysterious reason - found her accidental way back to the world of the living.

A short letter I wrote to my sister who was aborted and never talked about, until my parents told me a couple years ago.

a girl's story of a miscarriage

The teachings of life from a loving mother to her unborn son .

here is an intro of my coming poem dedicated to my unborn child. it's still under construction.