Unborn Stories

Bella takes off in another journey in life only to be stopped in her tracks, She is torn between two decisions that could mean life or death for her baby Renesmee.

A short story about the possibilities of unborn life.

Who knew that one mistake could completely change this girl's life. When her days turn dark, no one is by her side, not even her own shadow.

Preston Scott was only sixteen when he lost his daughter. Aura Love was going to be the most precious thing he would have ever laid eyes on. But he was still so immature, a child. Preston thought the only thing Natalie was good for was sex. Then he found out she was pregnant, and his world changed. He never got to show Natalie how good of a dad he could have been; Preston never got the chance to change. So every year on her birthday he writes letters to his unborn daughter, hoping that she is in heaven waiting for him.

Join Annabelle has she faces the problems of childlessness, ridicule for her in-laws and the invitation of a third party in her marriage. Truths are revealed and along with the "child" comes trouble. (I had written this story when I was 11. So I decided to publish it on Wattpad.)

no heartbeat no pulse and cold "im unique...I'm impossible... I'm not born alive...but born dead...no heartbeats...no pulse...and cold...that's why they calls me...'The Unborn'..."

#bellyexperiences Thoughts and adventure of an unborn child

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

One day I was really upset about something and for some reason I decided to grab a pen and paper and when I finished what I had scribbled down I was like, "hey, that could be a poem." Weird, I know right? That's how I began this whole poetry thing (without being forced to by teachers). A little while later I posted it here on wattpad just to see what others would think. I honestly didn't and don't consider myself as a "poetic" type of person. For me, writing poetry is just away for me to let my emotions out with out crying all over the place or cussing anyone out lol. It strangely makes me feel better afterwards.... Sometimes lol. In this collection of my poems some of them are about me, or things I can relate to, or things that have just been on my mind. So basically what I'm doing is gathering my old poems (some u may or may not have read) and I'm collecting them under this one book, I guess u could call it. I'll be add more poems but don't expect frequent updates because I only write poems when I'm "in the mood" lol. Everyone's opinions are welcomed (as long as you're respectful about it) so don't hesitate to comment. Sooo, enough of me rambling and go read! - Jannah Banana <3

This is a poem that goes out to all the women that have lost a baby. My mom was one of the many women that had to go through passing a unborn baby. Because of her problems she could not have a procedure to pass the baby. She did it all on her own. I give my mom so much respect and I love her dearly. Life keeps going and you get more blessing day after day. As my amazing counselor always says. "This to shall pass"

This story is about the true meaning of living.

The little baby heartbeat monitor allowed me to listen to my baby's heartbeat whenever I wanted. It also had the option of recording the heartbeat through this unique fetal heart rate monitor, which I could play later on at any time. https://goo.gl/NxtYzs

The world through the eyes of an unborn child.

"A Life Interrupted: A Poem from the Unborn" is a poignant reflection on the pain and confusion felt by a fetus who was not welcomed into the world. Through vivid imagery and heart-wrenching language, the poem speaks to the deep longing for love and acceptance that exists within every human being, regardless of their age or stage of life. The reader is drawn in by the child's innocent and trusting voice, and is left with a sense of sorrow and regret for what could have been.

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