Short Stories!!

(Completed) One: The Abortion Baby

There was a baby who has been in a long line of abortions. The baby- let's just call them... Baby... has been everything and nothing; from a few cells to a full-grown tiny little baby, covered in blood and crying, having to be pricked or put to sleep; killed in the womb and sucked from it, one big bloody mess for the mother to go through; hit in the back of the head or just plain suffocated.

But the thing is since they didn't survive long enough to lose the memories, they remember everything.  Baby was introduced to this endless cycle after they flew a plane with two-hundred and fifty-five passengers straight into the Arctic Ocean. Some said it was just a plane malfunction; others called it terrorism. There was no need to figure out which was real because everyone who was on that plane died- everything was lost.

Another extraordinary thing that would happen is they somehow remember how to listen, respond, and learn all kinds of languages. After the whole crash, Baby was reborn in the same city. They saw EMTs and paramedics discussing it and caught little bits of the whole incident. The plane went off the grid in the East Arctic, nobody knew where it went, and that was that.

In their free time, Baby thinks a lot and too much about the world. One thing always circulates. Is their mother going to keep them this time? They always try to do everything in order to be kept. They have been calm to easy birth to plain normal, but not crying as much.

They have been everything: African American, German, Japanese, Saudi Arabian, Islamic, Albino, deformed, disabled, name it and Baby has been it. They've been in twins, triplets, quads; born in hospitals, underwater, outside, messy homes, and even once on a plane, which strongly brought back memories later on that they knew they'd be dying on a plane once more.

Some of the parents left Baby for their looks, sometimes because he was an accident. Sometimes it was against the family tradition to have a female, or sometimes Baby wasn't wanted.

One time when they were still in their mother's stomach, they heard their mother crying. It was because their father left their mother. Instead of causing so much more trouble for their mother, they held still until birth. It somewhat made the mother calm down until there were aches and pains. Baby wished he could lose weight to be able to weigh less on their mother's back. They came up with a plan, Baby would tear out the food cord. But as they did, the mother collapsed in pain, rushed to the ER, and Baby was dead; drowned in the own food their mother provided. She was gone the next day from suicide.

The very last time that Baby was being born, it got cold. Colder. He was vigorously shivering like he was dying. When, by his force, was born, a large animal sniffed Baby coldly. The breath of his smelled like eggs and meat. The nose of the strange animal was large and black, with white fur. It growled, swiping a paw at him with a strong force. Suddenly, with nothing but blood smells leftover, the cold went away and there was only darkness.

But they were back into another stomach.

While he laid there, bits and pieces of memories came back to Baby. He was killed by a polar bear. He was eaten alive, and they got really mad. Baby started kicking the stomach hard, flailing, and damaging everything around him. Suddenly, their mother fell over hard and began labor. It was too early, and they overreacted. After a while, he came to and was out of the womb. His mother lay in a surgery bed, waiting for confirmation that Baby was okay. Once she saw them, she cried in joy. Baby was alive.

Later she named Baby, Ashlynn. Her mother's name was Samantha. It seemed as though her mother was just a single mother. She remembered everything still, surprisingly, and she was ready to tell her mother of all the wondrous journeys she went on.

But she didn't think of the consequences.