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Ode To My Parents

I was born to worry,

About you.

Because you,

Showed me what love means.

By the Alien 👽

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Fanfiction of Traveling Thieves

"I'm Lisa, you don't have to call me sir, ma'am or master anymore."

The avian's expression shifted, pulled into a frown. "But you are my master, I am your slave and you can't change that by asking me to call you by your name, this is a real problem that has hurt a lot of people, and you can't change that," they snared "Master." Even if the avian knew without a doubt that they wouldn't have the confidence to fight this if Lisa hadn't made them feel somewhat at ease.

(If Martyn was an avian slave maybe)

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My Personal Experience

Being born with autism is like being forced to look after the neediest, whiniest, bratiest child and then at a certain age them possessing you forever.

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Sheila 2025

IT was one of Sheila's special days and she didn't want to do it, she was already too hot and too tired, but she'd embarrassed herself to be here, as a motivation is what she told herself, it wasn't that she regretted it, it was more that she just wanted a break for today a reprieve from the burning a respite from the warmth. She hoped she hurt after this, that she could punish that spark inside them that forced her to do this twice a week. They'd had a long day and usually this was her relief from that, it'd been three days and the stress was piling up. Sheila gathered together her chosen means of meditation and in her room she started to undress, folding her work clothes up and laying them on her bed for later, the cold air of her flat touched her skin and made them sigh, her eyes closed.

She was objectively poor, she had good homemade food and she managed her bills but only her head was afloat, she couldn't swim, she couldn't rest. It felt like only a matter of time before she drowned, not from debt she promised herself, but maybe bankruptcy would kill her. Saving money and bettering yourself was impossible in this city.

Opening her eyes they were a new being, a subservient and the served, with new eyes she sorted the old clothes into the laundry baskets and got out new clothes for the girl who would need them. That girl walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Someone had broken the boiler a long time ago and it didn't regulate the heat anymore it was dangerously hot. The girl knelt by the small tub and watched quietly as the hot water rose up and hot condensation filled the room, the ground was old rough wood, too soft in some parts, it needed tiling but she wasn't to complain. She was to watch, she was to fill a bath up with hot hot water, she tested the half filled bath and found it was 40°c, turning the cold tap on the girl waited until the thermometer had a reading of 33°c turning both taps off, she picked up a weighted waterproof belt and cuffs and with silence she worked. Adding weights to ankles and wrists, finally picking up the belt made with pockets to carry weights, she buckled it securely around her waist.

Making a step into the hot water, taking a breath when the burning seeped into skin up to calves, lowering slowly to knees, slowly resting on ankles, breathing picking up, unsteady, the girl know she had to steadily gain control, her breathing returned to a steady in and out as her lower body got used to the burn. The girl started to breathe in all the way one could and breathe out as completely as one could, retaking a full breath, the girl lowered all the way underwater, stretching out legs and arms, feeling the tug of war between gravity and buoyancy. The burn traveled up her back and hit her face, and with all the dangers she was in she relaxed consciously, letting the oxygen travel slowly through her body, imagining herself laying in a hot spring with the sun shining down on her.

Hearing the first bell, she rose and let out her breath, taking another and letting it leave fully, then retaking fully. Resupplying her oxygen was as relaxing as it was practiced, every 30-40 seconds a bell would ring. Sinking again she waited for the next 39 bells before she could rest. Burning would slowly become heat and warmth and she would be a bit dizzy and her heart would race and the girl would observe and learn and Shelia would have catharsis in her little bubble of 'breathe, remember to breathe and imagine a better life.'

Sheila had been holding this ritual with herself since she was twelve years old. Now the water was hotter and her body was weighted properly, now she held this twice a week, now she fought for a two hour unpaid break at work on Mondays and Thursdays, now she had been having special days for over ten years. As the last bell rang the girl rose up for the final time and letting the water flow away she mourned the loss of this world. Rising from her knees she padded her way back to the room of another, drying a body, drying hair, dressing in new clothes, slipping back on the work clothes left folded on the bed. As Sheila finished tying up her hair in a claw clip, she looked at herself in the mirror they were a new being, served and subservient, ready to face the world again for a little while, maybe just maybe this was a good reminder of what this ritual did for her, maybe it was a reminder that she hadn't grown up at all.

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Story idea, and they were roommates. WIP

Main reason for idea:

The word "thing" as a word for a romantic relationship. But the autistic friend likes to take everything seriously;

Plot points:

Joanna and Tommy Are Not dating it's just Tommy thinks he's in love. (He is, with his roommate)

A friend group

Characters in studies:

Tammy is very emotionally intelligent, she get distracted very easily, but she can be like a dog with a bone when something or someone captures her.

Characters:

Sassy girl boss(Shakira), male autistic roomate main character(Mikey), spare girlfriend(Joanne), male roomate(Tommy), spare best friend(Tammy);

Dialogue:

"I'm trusting you, please don't get in the way of my thing with Joanne, it's very new." Tommy.

"What thing, what's a thing." Mikey

"You know, a Theing." Tommy pronounces it strangely but doesn't answer the question, Mikey huffs

"A thing is another word for relationship." Shakira say's abruptly with a fond eye roll at Tommy before looking over at Mike.

"Oh, okay." Mikey says very enthusiastically then he shrugs and goes back to whatever he was doing.

"Hey Tommy, me and Mike are your favourite and bestest wingmen, we won't let you down." It was Tommy's turn to eye roll at Shakira's teasing.

Another time later...

At small house party Tommy hosted at their apartment.

"Oh, that's exactly like mine and Tommy's thing." Mikey said randomly joining into the conversation that was happening around him on the couch he was sat on.

"No, Mikey," Shakira whispered, "a thing is a romantic relationship."

"Oh, okay," Mikey smirked (Mikey pulled a sly face)?

And Shakira just looked confused at the faces he was pulling.

The next time Tommy and Mikey talk...

A week after the party Mikey comes home with Tammy his new "girlfriend".

Earlier...

At their favourite coffee shop bakery.

Mikey talking to his friend Tammy, "Tammy... Would you be mad if I asked you for a favour," Mikey asked the next part as fast as he could, "could we date as friends like completely platonically, you see I like this guy and he likes this girl, but then he comes home to me and does the oddest stuff," he slowed down at this point just rambling, "he's affectionate and cuddly and he's always complimenting me, he warms me up to high temperatures, and he's weirdly protective too" Mikey had started zoning out at this point just enjoying his memories and his own thoughts, mumbling softly to himself every now and then.

Tammy started making a racket with her milkshake, playing with her straw. "Mikey!?" she abruptly spoke then realising how loud she started, looking around she continued at a normal volume. Mikey looked up met her eye for a moment then looked sheepish for a second before grinning at her.

"I'm all up for platonically dating you, all day long every day, but I don't understand how this is connected to your boy?" Mikey felt like Tammy was staring into his soul, her eyes were that piercing as she looked at him without blinking.

Random bits:

Tammy, (but I don't understand how two queers in a hetro relationship are gonna get any);

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SJ's Crew log

Water date 3/1/1/1-7/09/05/2-0-2-2.

Day Three, Most Of Note.

Today I piloted the boat up to four miles of river, the biggest rally of boats came past, up to 7 all together and we were both coming around a bend at that. I learnt a new knot and helped moor up. When we moored we walked to the village, so I acquired some tissue paper, tomorrow I hope I can try Belgium bun. Skipper bought his crew ices today mine was strawberry and chocolate, mine was delish.

The crew got some bird feed today, I will relish feeding the . We saw 6 swans today, and a duck we named Fred, who I wished we had captured on film, but hayho, Fred however was a special Mallard duck 🦆 that had a rare form of male distinction, nothing but his head was male Mallard. Skipper made a buubble to die for. bubble and squeak, bubble and squeak.

Me and Tiny Heinz saw za baby duuxz.

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A family of Bird shifters with invisibility powers, mad on cleaning

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How Alien likes to write

•1 write it as fast as your brain will let you

•2 correct all of your spelling

•3 make sure its all written past tense

•4 correct all of your punctuations

•5 fix the grammar

•6 capitalise all of the proper nouns

Formatting:

•1 italics must only be used for languages

•2 dialogue must have its own paragraphs

WIP