My thighs pillowed from my shorts like jumbo marshmallows pinched at the center. They rubbed together, chafing in the dry heat, as I hiked the dilapidated staircase.
Why did he choose me? The overweight girl with the plain clothes, plainer face, and stuttered speech. The late bloomer Zane from Calculus knocked up before her first period. The slut who missed final exams to get a late-term abortion.
He wanted to do it standing up against the pillar of the abandoned train stop, so I peeled down my shorts, listened for the cries of another unborn child implanted inside me.
word count: 99
—Nortina
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So good.
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Breaks my heart.
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What breaks my heart more is that this is a sad truth for many young girls 😦
Thanks for reading!
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Exactly…😢
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That’s one sad future for all of them.
Great story! I hope you’ll read mine here.
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Thanks! Your story’s next 🙂
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Excellent and powerful writing. Sadly true, too. Even today, the self-worth of girls is too often determined by interest and interaction with boys/men, especially when the girlsconsider themselves to be plain and undesirable. Why doesn’t this change?
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I wonder if it’s something that girls are indirectly taught. And if so, how can we stop it?
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I think you have it spot on. It’s hard to teach if it’s ingrained in one’s own definition of self, I think. Being aware of it and making an effort to change it is the only thing I can come up with.
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Me too. And possibly, over time, we’ll be able to permanently drive that ingrained believe from our minds all together.
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Very sad, but well done. There are many girls who feel this way.
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Thank you, and I agree. It’s sad how often this story happens.
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Excellent story Nortina! All the comments are right on.
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Thanks, PJ. & thanks for reading 🙂
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My pleasure!
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So sad. As Louise said, it really made the reader want to reach out, hug and tell her to love herself a bit more. Very well done.
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Yes, it’s amazing how comforting the simple gesture of giving a hug can be.
Thanks for reading!
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Really disturbing. I want to give her a hug.
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I do too! 😥
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Very intense and compelling scene, and too sadly true.
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I think the truth in this story is the one thing that made it so incredibly difficult to write.
Thanks for reading!
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Snappy and delicious writing. I enjoyed this 🙂
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Thanks!
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You have painted a very disturbing image in those 99 words. It made me feel in that strange way where one is not sure if one really wants to read on, yet in the same time can’t stop reading…
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Thank you. Yes, it’s a troubling tale, but a tale one should definitely continue reading.
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We do girls let themselves be “picked”, why do boys think they can do it?
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It’s still something I can’t understand. It’s got to be something that’s learned, but if that’s the case, how can we stop teaching it?
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Darling, you went just a bit dark. Nicely done, very stark.
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Thanks!
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