Alison Demzon
Bio
I do a whole lot of things. Jewelry, crochet, tatting, tattooing, and writing. That's the short list. You can find my full novel stuff on Amazon by searching for me.
Stories (5/0)
How to not be seen
In light of the recent Supreme Court ruling overturning Roe v. Wade, I thought I would write up a quick overview of how to not be found. Why? Because everything you do digitally can be used against you by a prosecutor in a state that has outlawed abortion already or is going to soon. That is, if you live in, say, Alabama, and you need an abortion, you will need to leave the state. Once you leave the state and go to somewhere that you can get full healthcare access and you call a friend at home for moral support, once you get home you can be charged as if you had never left. Most of these laws say that it is illegal to go get healthcare in other places. So how did they know? You told them yourself. As soon as you made that call, and your primary care says that you were pregnant and now are not, they subpoenaed your phone service provider, your internet searches, and every bit of data to find out where you went.
By Alison Demzon2 years ago in Lifehack
'Didn't You Know?'
Pete woke up where he does nearly every day. He found the scene the same as everyday too. The cars going by as he got up from some blankets that made up his bed hidden in the bushes. He looked over the other way and saw the Cherry Creek canal, the thin strip of water flowing along at its bottom as joggers went by on the paved trail that ran beside it. Today they were gawking his direction, but not at him. The look people get when they see something terrible but are just too curious to look away. He got closer to the edge and looked over to see police and paramedics loading a body a few feet down the way on to a carry board. The ambulance was parked at the next intersection.
By Alison Demzon2 years ago in Fiction
Stolen
Daisy was listening to the sound of a call ringing through still. It was still because she had been listening for around five minutes. It would go to voice mail some times, and she would redial again. And again. And again. She had to keep trying though. Eventually, he would answer. He had to. It was the only option at this point. Well, the only good option.
By Alison Demzon3 years ago in Fiction
'Your application has been received'
“This is my hotel. Beautiful, isn’t it?” said the voice on the phone. The man in the car looked at the building in front of him. All squat two stories of its L shape. The beige paint, with faded red and teal trim harkened back to days gone past. The metal railing, rusted in spots, showed decades of use.
By Alison Demzon3 years ago in Fiction
