The cancer took Mary on a Friday, just after three in the morning. She was laying in bed, sleeping. I sat in the chair near the window, reading something, I forget now what, trying not to think about the moment, only thinking about the moment. It had just finished raining, and I had the window to the room cracked, the scent of fresh condensation floating in from the garden outside. The air smelled pure and relaxed. It was lovely.
I was dozing slightly when the EKG started to beep. It took me several seconds to realize what exactly I was hearing, not that it mattered much. By the time I was out of the chair, the nurse had walked in. She move
magnetism - forehead to knees
halfway between fetal and natal is the fatal position
my back curves in inverse fibonacci spirals
crack opens each vertebrae
tears my spinal cord, bares my neuroses
read the insinuation in the sinuation of my bones
I am no armadillo
my arms neither armour nor armament
only poles for whiteflag semaphor
I turn my back to you not in rejection but in hope
you will shield my weakest front.
Transgender I always thought strange.
What is in a pronoun change?
Don't understand what gender means.
Just a label it would seem.
Sealing yourself in a different box,
Boarded up, covered in locks.
Why can't we just break free?
Won't anyone join in with me?
No longer define by a gender.
No meaning behind him or her.
These labels won't get you far.
Everyone should be who they are.
Weak
Of all the times Natsu'd seen Lucy hurt at the hands of another mage, none of them had felt like this. He watched, his body frozen and his eyes wide as she fell, her breath catching and her eyes blank as she tumbled backward, collapsing in a heap on the ground. He couldn't help her, his body unable to move, and his heart pounding.
It had been a harmless job they had taken, just for fun. Lucy needed rent money, Natsu was bored, and so they once again teamed up to complete a job together. It was everyday stuff, and yet it had gone so wrong. He wasn't sure if it was because he'd been goofing off, or if they truly had been blindsided, but
NaLu- Furry
That was it. That was the last straw as far as Lucy was concerned. He had to know. There was no other way he would've done that if he hadn't known. That stupid fire breather.
Lucy's feet slammed down on the cobblestone as she marched back to her apartment, not even paying attention to the man in the boat who called out to her to be careful, and that if she stomped that hard she'd break her foot. She didn't care. That pyro was finally going to get a piece of her mind whether he wanted it or not. She was tired of the embarrassment.
She shook her head in frustration. Natsu was so oblivious, so stupid, so dense, and yet there was n
Taming the Dragon Slayer (NaLu and GaLe) Chapter 1 by Poke-lover88, literature
Literature
Taming the Dragon Slayer (NaLu and GaLe) Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Beginning
My eyes scanned the room, watching everyone present in the guild carefully. The guild was oddly desolate, but then again it was a Friday night and I knew everyone would either be out on jobs, at home, or at some trashy club. Well, Cana would be anyway. I nodded to myself slightly when I had assured no one was looking my way and then focused my gaze on the one person I wanted to watch. Natsu.
The normally active Dragon Slayer was now stretched out across one of the guild's tables, asleep and snoring loud enough to wake the entire town. Happy was lounging next to him, looking almost identical as a high pitched squeal
The Ozymandias Principle (Sandbox Jenga) by akrasiel, literature
Literature
The Ozymandias Principle (Sandbox Jenga)
Ginny always had a penchant for destroying things.
At the age of four, she was introduced to blocks (perhaps a devastating mistake on her preschool teacher’s part.) The brightly-colored wooden shapes held a certain fascination for her. While her classmates took a simple childish glee in building things up and knocking them down again, Ginny looked on their ways with disdain. She would carefully create an elaborate structure, and pull out all the key pieces until only a bare framework was left, shivering on the edge of collapse. Then she would tap on just one, or blow on it with her mouth, and the whole skeleton would come crumbling d
To the wilting lilies on my kitchen counter:
I am reluctant to throw you out.
You bloomed within a day. Well, some of you. I snipped off your blood orange anthers with the kitchen shears, coating my fingertips with pollen before it could dust the slate and stain my clothes. Hand jobs are always easier to clean up.
I forgot to water you once. I'm sorry.
In the mornings I plucked chlorophyll-starved leaves from the countertop and tossed them in the rubbish bin. Your support system fell one by one, even as you still grew and opened up to the world.
Your petals began to turn limp and brown. I cut away the flowers that were no longer beautifu
Feelings… Chapter 1
Pairing Leo/Raph
Rating: M/18 (Don’t make me ask for your ID)
Contains: Angst, T-cest, mature content, violence. (if you no like, don’t read)
By: Ryu-Amio (I own no turtles)
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I hate this.
This feeling is… so stupid.
It started the other day, just a normal day like any other: Mikey made breakfast, Donnie blathered on and on about some stuff, Sensei made us spar and Leo was being his usual lame self.
But then later we heard about some Kraang making their move near down-town. Everything was supposed to go according to plan:
If a Feminist Were Honest by BatmanWithBunnyEars, literature
Literature
If a Feminist Were Honest
What if a feminist were forced to say what’s really on her mind, like Jim Carrey’s character in Liar Liar? This is how a poem by such a feminist might read.
I need feminism because…
Women need more,
Scholarships for college,
New business grants,
Other advantages,
Even though they already outnumber men,
In college and entrepreneurship.
We need more female CEO’s and political leaders,
But not more women in…
Forestry, sewage, or mining,
Truck driving, or taxi driving,
Or garbage collection,
Or more men on magazine covers,
Or higher-paid male models,
Or fewer men dying on the job,
Or fewer men dying in wars,
Or