kitaria

I believed he would take care of me, I wrongly believed.

"Pregnant? What do you mean pregnant? You dirty whore, don't put the blame on me!"

Branded by his words, I wander into the cold, alone, with my unborn, bastard child.

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Hollow hearted, and want only his love to invade my emptiness

urbanophelia

Nice start, I see a lot of ways this could go--it's good to leave the story open at the begining.

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Novicewriter

Really good start...you have me hooked from the beginning. I agree with urbanophelia...this could take MANY directions...Can't wait to see more.

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Novicewriter

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