I didn’t get any more work done before joining Theo in bed although it was quite a while before we got to sleep. We both slept until we woke which meant I woke to an empty bed just beginning to cool. I took a few moments to lie there and think before my bladder drove me to the bathroom and a shower to get the funk of the previous night off.

River - Chapter 3

By Dawn Natelle

So far: River is nearly all girl now, and is anxiously awaiting the events of the morning, where she will attempt to stem the flood of teen suicides that are happening in First Nations settlements across Canada, including the River Reservation. At least she hopes to solve the problem locally.

“If you’re sure... I don’t want to pressure you or make you feel like you owe me.”

 

“Tell me what you want,” I said. “I can’t promise I’ll do it, but I’ll at least consider it. And I won’t judge you for it.”

 

He was silent again. Then: “All right... promise not to laugh or freak out?”

Hello, this is my first story, hope you like it. More parts will be added.

Hello my name is John. I am 16 years old. It's just me, my mom Bryley and my sister Sarah. I sometimes wear my sister's clothes when nobody is home.

One day though my mom and sister went out shopping so I went in to my sister's room. I got her skirt and high heels and a top. When I got dressed I heard my mom's car pull up.

All his life James Nolan had been picked on humiliated along with his friend Robert. They both volunteered to be part of a new experiment to make them better. To turn them into the person they always felt they should look like. The image of their inner self brought out as they concentrated on how they should look during The Process.

Before I started to write my own fiction, I practiced by writing a piece based on a story by StacyInLove called "Innocence" I quite enjoyed. I obtained StacyInLove's kind permission prior to publishing it. I hope it does a very cute little story justice. And a big thank you and hug to StacyInLove for letting me do this. -- AuP

This is a follow up letter that I sent to my mother. I know that many people have read my "A Letter to my Mother" and expressed happiness about her reaction, and how I said what I said to her.

This is me cutting her off.

I was assaulted by a transphobe while living with someone as a roommate. My mother thought it was more important to attend a dinner with her sister instead of coming to the hospital to see me after this incident. Then it came out that my mother and her new husband had been running down me to my daughter the entire time she was living with them, which was a period of six months (and pure torture for her).

The Unicorn

By Dawn Natelle

Dark days