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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Science Fiction
- Subject: Science / Science Fiction
- Published: 01/08/2022
My name is Alyssa. This is the name given to me by the Keepers. I was born into a large Breeding Colony. When I was two days old I was taken to the surgical wing of the Hospital and my vocal cords were severed. It is the belief of the keepers that we Breeders will be more easily controlled if we cannot speak. In this belief we cannot organize ourselves to have an uprising. Education is not allowed for the Breeders. “For the educated Breeder may understand the language of the spoken word and may be discontent and breed discontent among the other Breeders.” The Breeders are encouraged not to have or show emotion. Any Breeder who shows emotion may be severely beaten. I myself don’t understand most of the Human emotions.
When I was two years old the Woman who bore me gave birth to another child. This was a Boy. Something was wrong with him. He could neither see nor hear. The Keepers decided he was useless. But my Mother refused to let him go. I have never seen the emotion of desperation, but I feel that she may have had this. Two Men pushed her back, one of them had a Gun and hit her with it saying something like “Watch your step Breeder or you’ll be sent to the Processing Plant along with this useless Offspring of yours." What is a Processing Plant? It is the place they send children born with major deformities, any Breeder who may seem discontent, or Men or Women who no longer can produce Offspring. In this Plant they are processed as food. This food is sent to the Elite Keepers. Sometimes it is sent to Breeding Colonies. Others are fed to the cattle, sheep or goats.
Shortly after this Men came into our breeding colony and chose several Male and Female Children. The Woman who bore me was made to understand that she could accompany me to a special building outside of the breeding colony.
In this building I was poked in the arm many times with what felt like sharp needles. It hurt but the Woman who bore me held me so that I would not move or resist this. The DR said something but I could only understand a few words. It sounded something like, “This will only hurt for a little while.”
In another room some people sat me at a desk and put paper and something like a stick in front of me. One Man showed me how to use this stick. This stick made marks on the paper. He pointed to his head and motioned for me to make marks upon this paper. At first I did nothing. Then I seemed to have images in my head so I made these images upon the paper. They made little sense to me. One image looked like a star, and later I made an image of a woman who looked a little like the Woman who bore me. When I did well the Man in the room with me seemed pleased. I don’t understand this emotion.
I and the other Children who were taken to this special building were returned to the breeding colony, but I and only a hand full of the other children were taken back to this special building once a week. More needles were poked into me. I was given more paper and sticks, which I later learned were called pencils. I didn’t understand what was happening but if I got images in my head I would copy them.
Unknown to Breeders or the keepers, Scientists were creating Realistic Robotic Humans. These Android Humans were part human but mostly android. They were not given the emotions of Love, Jealously or hate. These Android beings were capable of performing sexually but were thought to be unable to reproduce. It was done in an effort to replace Humans who no longer could or wished to work the farms or tend to the crops to maintain food for the Humans and Breeders.
I stayed with the Woman who bore me until I reached the age of five. At this age some children are sent to work farms. They tend the crops or they tend to the multitude of cattle, sheep, goats or other farm animals used for milk, food, or skins to keep the Normals and the Breeders warm. The Normals are the Humans that are allowed to live independently of the Keepers. They own homes, are allowed to own or run businesses, run the Farms, and can speak the Human language.
It was decided that I would be sent to a Normal’s home. At this house there was a Master, a Mistress and a Ten-year old son named Stephen. I rarely had contact with Stephen but he seemed a little strange to me. I would not find out until later that Stephen was one of the Human Androids. His Mother could not bare her own children. They adopted Stephen when he was five years old. They were not told that Stephen was an android; and Stephen did not know of his origins.
My duties include cooking, cleaning, scrubbing the floors or whatever the Mistress assigns me. I dutifully did my chores for seven years. When I reached the age of Twelve I came into my Womanhood. The Mistress took me to a Doctor who examined me. I could only understand some of the words he spoke to her. He cautioned her not to interfere with her Husband’s attempts to impregnate me.
That very night the Master of the House came to my sleeping quarters. He said something, which I did not understand. He tried to mate with me. I fought back and resisted. He became angry and grabbed me by the throat. He held me down and forced himself upon me. The mating was harsh and over quickly. If I had the emotion to cry I would. This hurt so very badly.
I remember that the Woman who bore me often resisted Mating. I suspect that she has been sent to the Processing Plant.
The Master mates with me often. It still hurts and is over quickly. But unknown to the Master and Mistress Seventeen year old son Stephen comes to my sleeping quarters to mate with me also. His Eyes are kind and brown. He is gentle with his mating and it takes longer. He says words that I do not understand. Words such, as “Love, Care and I want to be with you forever.” He often brings special treats for me to eat before the mating. The treat I like the best is what he calls Ice Cream.
I truly don’t understand the Normals. The Mistress seems angry with me. She sometimes pushes me down for no reason. She calls me “Whore” “Slut” and “Concubine.” The Master never looks at me or speaks to me. If I understood the emotion of embarrassment I would say the Master has this.
Upon arising one Morn to do my assigned chores for the day. I felt uneasiness in my stomach. I rushed to my bathroom area and threw up. The Mistress heard this and for the first time didn’t seem angry with me.
She took me to the same Doctor who had examined me when I first came into Womanhood. He told her, “Yes indeed she is with child.” My Mistress smiled the biggest smile I Have ever seen upon her face. She said, “Now this Whore will be sent back to the Breeding Colony and I will be rid of her.”
Upon hearing that I was with child Stephen became upset. He brought me to The Master and Mistress and begged. “Let me take her as my wife. I can raise this child to be my own and He or She can be a Normal like us.” The Master was angry. “Stephen you know it is against the Law for a Normal to Marry a Breeder, they are ignorant stupid Animals and are only good for producing more Animals for breeding or working the jobs we don’t want to do!”
Stephen continued to argue with the Master. The Master would hear none of it and sent Stephen away to the Military. The Military is mostly a peacekeeping organization. But they sometimes have small skirmishes with other Countries. This world is One World Government. Stephen often told me something like, “A one World Government means the end is near.”
I was soon sent to another Breeding Colony to await the arrival of my Offspring.
In eight months I gave birth to a Boy. The Keepers named him Benjamin but to me he will always be Benjamin Stephen. I only got to hold him for a few minutes. The Nurse took him from me and said. “He is going to live with a Family.” I did not understand why my child could not live with me as I did with the Woman who bore me. I felt heaviness in my chest. Is this emotion? Is this sadness?
After my son was born I was returned to the Breeding Colony. I was paired with a Male named Robert who they said was strong and capable. Our mating is not as harsh as it was with the Master, but not as gentle as it was with Stephen. I often wonder where my Son is and whom he is with, I also wonder if Stephen has found a Normal to mate with. Does he say the word love to her?
Two years after my Son was born I gave birth to a Daughter. The keepers severed her vocal cords as they did with me. They gave her the name of Rebecca. They told me she would stay with me until she is five years of age. I don’t know how I feel. I feel warmness in myself when I hold her. Is this the word Love that Stephen said to me?
One year later I again gave birth with my Male mate Robert. This was a difficult birth. I had heavy vaginal bleeding. The Doctors were unsure if I could give birth again. This child was a Son. The keepers gave him the name of Scott. I was told he too would stay with me until he is five years old. I too feel warmness when I hold Scott. Is this Love?
It has now been three years since I gave birth. The Keepers are sending me to a Doctor to see if anything is wrong. I have a feeling of dread. The Doctor who examined me told my Keeper. “She has heavy vaginal scarring and it would be difficult for her to carry a child to term. The keeper had a grim look upon his face.
He returned me to the Breeding Colony but does not return me to my home or to my children. They are discussing my future. One of the Men comes out to the yard where I am and tries to put shackles on me. I pull my arm away and speak the word. “No!” Something is holding him back, like a force field or something. He asks “Breeder what did you say to me?” I say, “No I will not allow you to shackle me!” One of keepers holds a gun and fires but it is absorbed into this force.
I began to rise above the ground. It is as if I am levitating. I look down to see my children Rebecca and Scott. One of the keepers is holding a gun to their heads. He says, “Come down here or I will blow their heads off!” I slowly descend. One of the other keepers approaches me but still unable to touch me. I motion for Rebecca and Scott to come to me. They are afraid but slowly approach me. They too are absorbed into the force field and are safe from the keeper’s weapons.
We are able to levitate and clear the massive walls and barbed wire that encloses our Breeding Colony. We are sailing through the air like the Birds that I have heard about. Military men and Women are following us. Also Airplanes or Combat Aircraft. These Aircraft are shooting bombs at us. But they are unable to harm us.
We come across a large body of water. It splashes against the shore making a lovely whooshing sound. I am drawn to this peacefulness. I have seen small ponds but this water has only one shore. I land on the shore and walk into this water. I put my hand into this water and bring it to my mouth. It tastes very salty. I am mesmerized by this unending tranquility. Rebecca and Scott seemed confused but they also enter the water.
The Soldiers have followed us to this tranquil water. One of the Soldiers puts down his weapon and comes to the edge of this tranquil water. He begins to undress. He is down to his underwear and slowly approaches me. He extends his hand to me. Do I dare take it? Is this a scheme to capture me? Something pulls me to him. I take his hand. I look into his kind brown eyes. He is my Stephen.
He says “Alyssa I have found you. I always knew you were special.” One of the Soldiers fires upon Stephen and hits him. I place my hand upon his wound. But I am also confused. There is no blood coming from his wound. Stephen is also confused. But the wound is healed and there is no pain. The Soldiers scream retreat. I think they are afraid I may turn and fire upon them.
I do not understand how I am able to fly through the air, to heal Stephen, to have a force field of protection about me, or to speak the Human Language. It will be years before I understood what all the needles poked into my arms were about. The Normals had decided that Breeders needed to be as healthy as possible so that we could bare healthy Children. We were immunized against many ailments, bacteria, or diseases of the Human Body. The paper and pencils were given to me in hopes I could communicate without speaking to others. But what these DR’s and Normals did not understand is they were giving me the very powers, which set me free.
We find a small deserted Island. No other Humans are here. Being in the Military Stephen knows how to make a small lean-to shed. We learn to live off the land, and the fish the Sea provides. We build a small House to shelter us.
In two years I give birth to a girl. I ask, “Is it alright to name her Stephanie to honor her Father?” Stephen says, "Only if Her middle name is Alyssa.” Soon after Stephanie is born Stephen begins to realize he is not fully human. He shares with me that when he first went to live with his Mother and Father he did not understand the emotion of Love. He only began to feel emotion when we started mating. I ask, “Is it possible you were the child of a breeder like I was?” He says, “I have no memory before I went to live with my parents.” I also never had empathy for anything or anyone until I met you. The Scientist who created Stephen and others like him could never predict that these Human Androids would develop Human emotions. These androids were capable of producing Human beings. You may ask, ‘Are these Children fully Human?’ We don’t know but we suspect that these special beings will bring peace to Earth.
Stephen shares with me, "I was afraid to tell you before, but I believe the Boy you gave birth to is living as a normal with my Parents. At first I am angry but I soon realize I can fly to his parents home and bring our Son home. We try this. We find our Son Benjamin who is now Ten years old. He is scared and unsure if he wants to come with us. We tell him if he ever changes his mind he can contact me mentally. He gives me a strange look. He says, "Sometimes I can tell what people are thinking. My Mother punishes me when I tell her this. Maybe you are my real Mother." We leave Benjamin home with his Normal Parents but within two months he contacts me to tell me he wants to live with us. We are overjoyed and bring him to our Island.
Stephen and I fly into the Breeding Colonies and take one Female and one Male Breeder to our Island. I am able to restore language to them. Stephen educates them in reading, writing, and arithmetic.
Stephen and I have made these trips dozens of times. The Male and Females we bring to our Island are told they are free to live as they wish. Our population has grown to the hundreds.
One of the Children born on this Island has chosen the name Utopia for our little Island.
Who knows, one day we may actually become a Utopia, where all are free and no one will ever be known as a Breeder again.
*****
The Moral of this story seems to be, when we treat Humans as animals these animals may rise against their keepers or those who keep them as prisoners. These so called ‘Animals’ will find their own way, be it peaceful, or brutal. In trying to create Human Androids they may also find they cannot control them. These Androids also may rise up against their creators, peaceful or otherwise.
Let’s hope this story of Fiction remains this. May we all find a way to Co-Exist
Breeders and Robots(Shirley Smothers)
My name is Alyssa. This is the name given to me by the Keepers. I was born into a large Breeding Colony. When I was two days old I was taken to the surgical wing of the Hospital and my vocal cords were severed. It is the belief of the keepers that we Breeders will be more easily controlled if we cannot speak. In this belief we cannot organize ourselves to have an uprising. Education is not allowed for the Breeders. “For the educated Breeder may understand the language of the spoken word and may be discontent and breed discontent among the other Breeders.” The Breeders are encouraged not to have or show emotion. Any Breeder who shows emotion may be severely beaten. I myself don’t understand most of the Human emotions.
When I was two years old the Woman who bore me gave birth to another child. This was a Boy. Something was wrong with him. He could neither see nor hear. The Keepers decided he was useless. But my Mother refused to let him go. I have never seen the emotion of desperation, but I feel that she may have had this. Two Men pushed her back, one of them had a Gun and hit her with it saying something like “Watch your step Breeder or you’ll be sent to the Processing Plant along with this useless Offspring of yours." What is a Processing Plant? It is the place they send children born with major deformities, any Breeder who may seem discontent, or Men or Women who no longer can produce Offspring. In this Plant they are processed as food. This food is sent to the Elite Keepers. Sometimes it is sent to Breeding Colonies. Others are fed to the cattle, sheep or goats.
Shortly after this Men came into our breeding colony and chose several Male and Female Children. The Woman who bore me was made to understand that she could accompany me to a special building outside of the breeding colony.
In this building I was poked in the arm many times with what felt like sharp needles. It hurt but the Woman who bore me held me so that I would not move or resist this. The DR said something but I could only understand a few words. It sounded something like, “This will only hurt for a little while.”
In another room some people sat me at a desk and put paper and something like a stick in front of me. One Man showed me how to use this stick. This stick made marks on the paper. He pointed to his head and motioned for me to make marks upon this paper. At first I did nothing. Then I seemed to have images in my head so I made these images upon the paper. They made little sense to me. One image looked like a star, and later I made an image of a woman who looked a little like the Woman who bore me. When I did well the Man in the room with me seemed pleased. I don’t understand this emotion.
I and the other Children who were taken to this special building were returned to the breeding colony, but I and only a hand full of the other children were taken back to this special building once a week. More needles were poked into me. I was given more paper and sticks, which I later learned were called pencils. I didn’t understand what was happening but if I got images in my head I would copy them.
Unknown to Breeders or the keepers, Scientists were creating Realistic Robotic Humans. These Android Humans were part human but mostly android. They were not given the emotions of Love, Jealously or hate. These Android beings were capable of performing sexually but were thought to be unable to reproduce. It was done in an effort to replace Humans who no longer could or wished to work the farms or tend to the crops to maintain food for the Humans and Breeders.
I stayed with the Woman who bore me until I reached the age of five. At this age some children are sent to work farms. They tend the crops or they tend to the multitude of cattle, sheep, goats or other farm animals used for milk, food, or skins to keep the Normals and the Breeders warm. The Normals are the Humans that are allowed to live independently of the Keepers. They own homes, are allowed to own or run businesses, run the Farms, and can speak the Human language.
It was decided that I would be sent to a Normal’s home. At this house there was a Master, a Mistress and a Ten-year old son named Stephen. I rarely had contact with Stephen but he seemed a little strange to me. I would not find out until later that Stephen was one of the Human Androids. His Mother could not bare her own children. They adopted Stephen when he was five years old. They were not told that Stephen was an android; and Stephen did not know of his origins.
My duties include cooking, cleaning, scrubbing the floors or whatever the Mistress assigns me. I dutifully did my chores for seven years. When I reached the age of Twelve I came into my Womanhood. The Mistress took me to a Doctor who examined me. I could only understand some of the words he spoke to her. He cautioned her not to interfere with her Husband’s attempts to impregnate me.
That very night the Master of the House came to my sleeping quarters. He said something, which I did not understand. He tried to mate with me. I fought back and resisted. He became angry and grabbed me by the throat. He held me down and forced himself upon me. The mating was harsh and over quickly. If I had the emotion to cry I would. This hurt so very badly.
I remember that the Woman who bore me often resisted Mating. I suspect that she has been sent to the Processing Plant.
The Master mates with me often. It still hurts and is over quickly. But unknown to the Master and Mistress Seventeen year old son Stephen comes to my sleeping quarters to mate with me also. His Eyes are kind and brown. He is gentle with his mating and it takes longer. He says words that I do not understand. Words such, as “Love, Care and I want to be with you forever.” He often brings special treats for me to eat before the mating. The treat I like the best is what he calls Ice Cream.
I truly don’t understand the Normals. The Mistress seems angry with me. She sometimes pushes me down for no reason. She calls me “Whore” “Slut” and “Concubine.” The Master never looks at me or speaks to me. If I understood the emotion of embarrassment I would say the Master has this.
Upon arising one Morn to do my assigned chores for the day. I felt uneasiness in my stomach. I rushed to my bathroom area and threw up. The Mistress heard this and for the first time didn’t seem angry with me.
She took me to the same Doctor who had examined me when I first came into Womanhood. He told her, “Yes indeed she is with child.” My Mistress smiled the biggest smile I Have ever seen upon her face. She said, “Now this Whore will be sent back to the Breeding Colony and I will be rid of her.”
Upon hearing that I was with child Stephen became upset. He brought me to The Master and Mistress and begged. “Let me take her as my wife. I can raise this child to be my own and He or She can be a Normal like us.” The Master was angry. “Stephen you know it is against the Law for a Normal to Marry a Breeder, they are ignorant stupid Animals and are only good for producing more Animals for breeding or working the jobs we don’t want to do!”
Stephen continued to argue with the Master. The Master would hear none of it and sent Stephen away to the Military. The Military is mostly a peacekeeping organization. But they sometimes have small skirmishes with other Countries. This world is One World Government. Stephen often told me something like, “A one World Government means the end is near.”
I was soon sent to another Breeding Colony to await the arrival of my Offspring.
In eight months I gave birth to a Boy. The Keepers named him Benjamin but to me he will always be Benjamin Stephen. I only got to hold him for a few minutes. The Nurse took him from me and said. “He is going to live with a Family.” I did not understand why my child could not live with me as I did with the Woman who bore me. I felt heaviness in my chest. Is this emotion? Is this sadness?
After my son was born I was returned to the Breeding Colony. I was paired with a Male named Robert who they said was strong and capable. Our mating is not as harsh as it was with the Master, but not as gentle as it was with Stephen. I often wonder where my Son is and whom he is with, I also wonder if Stephen has found a Normal to mate with. Does he say the word love to her?
Two years after my Son was born I gave birth to a Daughter. The keepers severed her vocal cords as they did with me. They gave her the name of Rebecca. They told me she would stay with me until she is five years of age. I don’t know how I feel. I feel warmness in myself when I hold her. Is this the word Love that Stephen said to me?
One year later I again gave birth with my Male mate Robert. This was a difficult birth. I had heavy vaginal bleeding. The Doctors were unsure if I could give birth again. This child was a Son. The keepers gave him the name of Scott. I was told he too would stay with me until he is five years old. I too feel warmness when I hold Scott. Is this Love?
It has now been three years since I gave birth. The Keepers are sending me to a Doctor to see if anything is wrong. I have a feeling of dread. The Doctor who examined me told my Keeper. “She has heavy vaginal scarring and it would be difficult for her to carry a child to term. The keeper had a grim look upon his face.
He returned me to the Breeding Colony but does not return me to my home or to my children. They are discussing my future. One of the Men comes out to the yard where I am and tries to put shackles on me. I pull my arm away and speak the word. “No!” Something is holding him back, like a force field or something. He asks “Breeder what did you say to me?” I say, “No I will not allow you to shackle me!” One of keepers holds a gun and fires but it is absorbed into this force.
I began to rise above the ground. It is as if I am levitating. I look down to see my children Rebecca and Scott. One of the keepers is holding a gun to their heads. He says, “Come down here or I will blow their heads off!” I slowly descend. One of the other keepers approaches me but still unable to touch me. I motion for Rebecca and Scott to come to me. They are afraid but slowly approach me. They too are absorbed into the force field and are safe from the keeper’s weapons.
We are able to levitate and clear the massive walls and barbed wire that encloses our Breeding Colony. We are sailing through the air like the Birds that I have heard about. Military men and Women are following us. Also Airplanes or Combat Aircraft. These Aircraft are shooting bombs at us. But they are unable to harm us.
We come across a large body of water. It splashes against the shore making a lovely whooshing sound. I am drawn to this peacefulness. I have seen small ponds but this water has only one shore. I land on the shore and walk into this water. I put my hand into this water and bring it to my mouth. It tastes very salty. I am mesmerized by this unending tranquility. Rebecca and Scott seemed confused but they also enter the water.
The Soldiers have followed us to this tranquil water. One of the Soldiers puts down his weapon and comes to the edge of this tranquil water. He begins to undress. He is down to his underwear and slowly approaches me. He extends his hand to me. Do I dare take it? Is this a scheme to capture me? Something pulls me to him. I take his hand. I look into his kind brown eyes. He is my Stephen.
He says “Alyssa I have found you. I always knew you were special.” One of the Soldiers fires upon Stephen and hits him. I place my hand upon his wound. But I am also confused. There is no blood coming from his wound. Stephen is also confused. But the wound is healed and there is no pain. The Soldiers scream retreat. I think they are afraid I may turn and fire upon them.
I do not understand how I am able to fly through the air, to heal Stephen, to have a force field of protection about me, or to speak the Human Language. It will be years before I understood what all the needles poked into my arms were about. The Normals had decided that Breeders needed to be as healthy as possible so that we could bare healthy Children. We were immunized against many ailments, bacteria, or diseases of the Human Body. The paper and pencils were given to me in hopes I could communicate without speaking to others. But what these DR’s and Normals did not understand is they were giving me the very powers, which set me free.
We find a small deserted Island. No other Humans are here. Being in the Military Stephen knows how to make a small lean-to shed. We learn to live off the land, and the fish the Sea provides. We build a small House to shelter us.
In two years I give birth to a girl. I ask, “Is it alright to name her Stephanie to honor her Father?” Stephen says, "Only if Her middle name is Alyssa.” Soon after Stephanie is born Stephen begins to realize he is not fully human. He shares with me that when he first went to live with his Mother and Father he did not understand the emotion of Love. He only began to feel emotion when we started mating. I ask, “Is it possible you were the child of a breeder like I was?” He says, “I have no memory before I went to live with my parents.” I also never had empathy for anything or anyone until I met you. The Scientist who created Stephen and others like him could never predict that these Human Androids would develop Human emotions. These androids were capable of producing Human beings. You may ask, ‘Are these Children fully Human?’ We don’t know but we suspect that these special beings will bring peace to Earth.
Stephen shares with me, "I was afraid to tell you before, but I believe the Boy you gave birth to is living as a normal with my Parents. At first I am angry but I soon realize I can fly to his parents home and bring our Son home. We try this. We find our Son Benjamin who is now Ten years old. He is scared and unsure if he wants to come with us. We tell him if he ever changes his mind he can contact me mentally. He gives me a strange look. He says, "Sometimes I can tell what people are thinking. My Mother punishes me when I tell her this. Maybe you are my real Mother." We leave Benjamin home with his Normal Parents but within two months he contacts me to tell me he wants to live with us. We are overjoyed and bring him to our Island.
Stephen and I fly into the Breeding Colonies and take one Female and one Male Breeder to our Island. I am able to restore language to them. Stephen educates them in reading, writing, and arithmetic.
Stephen and I have made these trips dozens of times. The Male and Females we bring to our Island are told they are free to live as they wish. Our population has grown to the hundreds.
One of the Children born on this Island has chosen the name Utopia for our little Island.
Who knows, one day we may actually become a Utopia, where all are free and no one will ever be known as a Breeder again.
*****
The Moral of this story seems to be, when we treat Humans as animals these animals may rise against their keepers or those who keep them as prisoners. These so called ‘Animals’ will find their own way, be it peaceful, or brutal. In trying to create Human Androids they may also find they cannot control them. These Androids also may rise up against their creators, peaceful or otherwise.
Let’s hope this story of Fiction remains this. May we all find a way to Co-Exist
Aziz
01/29/2022Interesting work Shirley. Your fiction is full of ideas and raises many questions. Well done
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Shirley Smothers
01/29/2022Thank you Aziz. I was conflicted about posting this. Let's hope this stays a tale of fiction.
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Gail Moore
01/16/2022Interesting fictional story. Thank goodness it is fictional.
Well done :-)
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Shirley Smothers
01/17/2022Thank you Gail. Yes let's hope it stays fictional. Thank you again.
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Lillian Kazmierczak
01/16/2022Wow, Shirley that was really good. I was engrossed in this the whole time. The vocal cord clipping freaked me a little, but wow it was really good. A sad situation to at the least!. A wonderful entry into the contest. Congratulations on short story star of the day!
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Shirley Smothers
01/17/2022Thank you Lillian. Some of my stories have a dark theme.
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Lillian Kazmierczak
01/17/2022The truth is sometimes very upsetting. Good writing evokes emotion and sometimes it is repulsion and anger! Nice job on those!
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Shirley Smothers
01/17/2022Thank you Lillian. I was conflicted if I should enter this. It's a little controversial. Especially the forcible rape og a 12 year old. Thank you again.
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JD
01/15/2022I did recognize this story from a previous one you wrote. It seems even more horrifying now and still very hard to stomach. But I love the drawing you added. For me, it is too over the top. But since you have now entered it into the 'future' writing challenge I'm making it a story star of the day so that we can see what other readers think. Thanks for entering the challenge, Shirley.
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Shirley Smothers
01/16/2022Thank you. Let's hope this remains a tale of fiction.
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