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The Moments That Count Part 1 (Critiques Welcome)The Moments That Count Part OneThe Moments That Count Part 1 (Critiques Welcome) by FatalStar90
Story by Dreadigon
I sat down on the bench thinking about how I was going to spend the week. I was probably just going to end up wasting it because that is usually what happened. Nothing interesting ever happens in my life. Maybe the most interesting things that ever happen are when I go to a relative/friend's house, jog, or ride my bike. However, this time was different.
As I hear the train come up to the station I stand up, grabbing my suitcase, I walk over to the yellow line indicating where to wait until the train arrived. I pulled my ticket out from my book bag, and as the train arrived into the station a female voice over the speaker said, "The train for East City will be arriving soon, please have your tickets ready so you can board the train!"
As the train came rolling in I squeezed my ticket extra hard to be sure I wouldn't lose it. A green reptile in a blue uniform held out his hand and asked for my ticket. I gave it to him and he said it was n
Ruined ManIt wasn't much. It was sore, for a while. But I got over it. Nobody needed to know. And it's not like I was sleeping with women anyways. This was just... a precaution.Ruined Man by CassidyPeterson
This was to make sure there would be no more of me. To be sure my bloodline ended with me. My father's bloodline, sure, that would go on. I had more than a dozen half-siblings. Enough of them survived to breed. But my bloodline... My mother's children, we were all doomed from the start.
Unable to escape the way Mother had.
She wasn't supposed to be born. Grandmother had thought Grandfather too old to be fertile. Mother was allowed to be born because nobody realized what she was. But Mother wasn't supposed to breed. She should have been cut out as soon as she was old enough.
She was their "lesson" on why such things were to be enforced. And my siblings and I, we were their example.
My sister had her uterus taken from her on the island. Our soc