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Independent As A Cat
Aaruni awakened with a start in response to the sound that was a personal alarm clock without a snooze button. She had gotten to bed quite late last night. It was nobody’s fault but her own. She always put off the hospital paperwork till the last possible moment despite knowing that it would come back to bite her later. Speaking of biting, she turned her head slightly and opened just one eye, trying to hold on to the last tatters of her slumber. There he was, sitting and staring at her with those huge, dilated eyes that made her heart fill up with unbridled affection every time; a fact she was...
The Miller Reaction
The Miller ReactionIt was bread in the form of a shoe. He pondered it despondently. There was so much he didn’t know about bread, it turned out. He wondered if it was actually more of a cake. The word treacle came to mind, but then he remembered that that’s more of a syrupy, soupy thing, and he grimaced painfully. He could imagine a shoe shaped cake pan. He guessed a person would have to flip the cake after baking it. An upside down shoe cake. The crust would be on the bottom then? The sole? What a thoughtful way to say, “You’re a horrible screw up.” He understood that he was supposed to put t...
MY PREFERRED PRONOUNS
As a young child, Harvey Hickock tended to gravitate towards what one might consider feminine activities.www.onedoor.cc For example, he preferred to play with dolls and flowers rather than the military figures, tanks and building blocks that were his older brother’s fascination. As a teenager, Harvey seemed to be more comfortable around girls, but only in a platonic sense. He did not seem to desire them the way his classmates did.Therefore, it was no surprise to anyone when Harvey announced that he identified as a woman.Feeling deep down that he would always be more comfortable living as a woman, he decided...
Unnatural Habitats
Unnatural Habitats: by Nathan You Lucy had always loved the atmosphere of Victorian London streets. The way the gaslights cut through the heavy fog. It gave the whole city an air of beauty and mystery. There wasn't anything like this back home, everything there was so boring. She was too used to that place, there was nothing new there, nothing interesting. But here it felt like there was some new secret to uncover everywhere she looked. It almost made up for the discomfort that came from having to wear a corset. She desperately wanted to tear the stupid thing off but if she was going to be her...