Scenery;
A young girl and a boy are sitting at the local McDonald restaurant. The girl is having a happy meal and the boy is having a hamburger and a cola.
Boy; So, now you have me here, what do you want?
Girl: Well, it’s just, I have been thinking. I don’t know whether I want to get rid of it anyway
Boy: What the fuck? Are you some crazy bitch? What are you gonna do? He yells a bit louder: This bitch is gonna ruin my life.
Girl: Shut up. It’s not you going through this. It’s not that easy
Boy: Hell yeah it is. You just go to one of them clinics and get it done. What the hell are you thinking? You wanna have a child with me now? I am not even your boyfriend
Girl: Yeah I know, I just dunno really
Boy: Come on, get yourself together, you don’t want a baby now, alone
Girl: No I guess I don’t. Maybe it was just a stupid thought
Boy: (almost whispering) Crazy ass bitch…

Abortion – a life saving opportunity

By Meredith S. Layer

Let me tell you a story. This story takes place every day all over the world and so you are likely to know the characters of the story, or know someone who knows the characters. Who knows, your sister might be a character or you might even star in it yourself. The story is about a young woman who is seduced by a particularly older male who, in reminiscence of his lost youth, lusts the body of the younger woman. Things get heated, some drinks might have been involved and the woman becomes pregnant. Of course, the male, wise and experienced as he is, stays with the woman, comforts her, builds somewhat the foundations of a relationship and maybe even takes her on a trip to Europe. During all his endurances, he tries to persuade the woman to do the sensible thing and get an abortion of the child. The woman, young, naive and foolish as she is, rejects the idea and gives birth to the child which causes the male character to disappear. Within the first few months after birth, the woman realises the huge responsibility and maturity involved with raising a child in this godforsaken world, cracks under the pressure, gets committed, her child is taken away and two lives were thus ruined. How many lives were saved?

The Last Duchess

Dear Diary
I write again tonight, as I have done so many nights. Again I lie alone while my husband is tending to his duties, while I am bored in my room. I cannot express my feelings to anyone but you diary, but if I do not tell anyone how I feel I am afraid that I will explode. I often think about that I had so many dreams when I was younger and I had so many expectations to what my life would become. I had imagined myself as a proud woman, a woman who married for love and not out of respect for my family. I imagined myself as a good wife, and yet I am now in doubt. It seems as though my husband is not satisfied with my ways. His look, when looking at me, has changed. I try to look glad when I am presented to something, I try to show him that I appreciate what he has given me, but I am not convinced that he understands this the way that I want him to. I had dreamed that I would make a difference in the world through literature and my writings, even though deeply affecting myself I am not convinced that this will become popular amongst others, or that they will feel the same when reading my literature. I am only a simple woman trying to coexist in a world where women are lesser thought of than men. I am only a woman who is also a person with feelings, who is also a writer and who is also a wife. I am not sure that I have my priorities in order and maybe that is the reason why I fail to obey some of all of the duties that come with being a woman. I am not sure what this life will bring me in the future, however I hope that my life as a wife as well as a writer will develop and grow into something more fruitful and enjoyable for both me and my dear husband. I must leave you now, diary, but I will return soon.
The despaired