Transformations – Short Story

We saved our little world and of course that was great. People who would have been cold in their grave, or too torn apart for just one grave, went about their lives, complaining over late hours, incompetent staff and cold dinners.
We did a lot of good, the seven of us, but it felt wrong. Every day was a rosebush in my heart, each victim saved a beautiful flower and each word from my comrades a thorn. Inside my heart.
Thud, thud.
Pierce, pierce.
The worst kind of thing was like when a hishi spirit came towards me and I knew that now, now was when I’d die.
Jeremy got in the way. To his white bear-form I could almost be grateful.
After battle Tessa let us transform back to our human forms and he came over to tease. “Gotten slow, huh? Look out or you might become a burden. Oi, Tessa. Did you give her any power?”
Tessa glanced from him to me with her big, dark eyes. She nodded. Tessa was the quiet leader. So quiet anyone, really, could take her position without being called out on it.
“Next time,” Jeremy added, “maybe you should do that combo with Sadie.”
Sadie snorted. I glared at him. He knew full well that Sadie and I failed whatever we set both our minds to. Such was the fates of the underdogs, both struggling for second last.
“Myra,” Tessa said before Jeremy could continue, “take a few days off.”
I nodded.
In the end, Tessa IS the leader. She holds our power, she distributes, and she withdrew mine. She left me with a minimum, enough for an emergency. She ought to have left me more. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it with this but said nothing and went home. Continue reading

If Everyone Switched Sex

What would it be like if everyone changed sex at the age of 20?
If the human body naturally matured into the opposite sex what kind of repercussions would it have on our world?
Girls taught to be timid would suddenly face the pressure of being a go-getter. Girls who were called bitchy or bossy would seize their new opportunities with gusto.
Boys taught to never cry or show emotion would be put in a sensitive position. Would they struggle with being the less dominant role? Would they search out the bossy-wife-stereotype? Mother knows best?
How about boys who loved sports but are now held back from doing their best?

Of course, all that would be moot because the awareness of sex-switching would make gender somewhat unnecessary.
So what if everyone switched sex as of tomorrow? What kind of mayhem would follow?
And what of sexuality? Would that switch with the sex? Would a gay become lesbian or straight? How would we view mothers? And young mothers, who eventually become fathers? Everyone would get the chance to give birth and there’d never be a doubt of which pains were the worst.
If, in fact, it hurts most of all to be kicked in the balls, a man could say “man, that hurt,” and a woman could nod in remembrance.
And the “that time of the month” bullshit would be considerably less demeaning if present at all because everyone would know it’s true, sometimes it hurts like hell, but also that the chances of having a clouded judgment due to it is low. (Some women are just always on their period and will always be angry. Lol.)

Any ideas for this strange concept?

Disapointed in Sansa Stark’s Development? You’ll Love Malta Vestrit

As fourth season of Game of Thrones ended and we caught up on several of the books’ storylines in we felt anticipation turn to dread. What would happen to our beloved characters now that George R. R. Martin was no longer the dictator?
Season 5 has not impressed me. They’re treading waters while they wait. Instead, they should just jump off the cliff and take the consequences. They’ll fly or fall but either way will be better than this slow crawl to the bottom.

It’s horrible to watch characters you love be disrespected by the writers. One character I hated because of her passivity and naïve girlishness and ended up loving because of the same. Because she could be strong despite being a girlish girl, and not a tomb-boy like her sister.
I’m talking of Sansa Stark, of course.

And now they’re fucking her over. LITERALLY.
The Sansa fans are hoping that Martin will fulfill the road he put Sansa on. To lead her from a naïve girl, who easily resembles today’s Beliebers and Twihards, to a cynical woman, a player of the game. Of course, Sansa, at her core, is a good and kind person, and unlike Cersei she should keep those qualities.
I don’t know what Martin plans but the latest chapter he put out from Winds of Winter definitely points in this direction as Sansa seduces her new fiancé and wraps him around her littlefinger. (Get it?)

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A Conversation With My Grandparents

”People in Scandinavia have a better tolerance for cow milk than other places because we were more dependent on it,” I said. “If you couldn’t eat it you died.”
“Yeah, or maybe you died from old age,” my grandfather laughed.
“No, what I mean is, you wouldn’t get to old age.”
“And, anyway,” my grandmother said, “in other lands, like Germany and France, they have that disgusting milk that stands outside the fridge. Long-time milk. That can’t be healthy.”
“That’s not the point,” I tried feebly. “In the past they didn’t have that. And actually, the further south you get the more normal it was to drink goat milk than cow’s milk.”
“Hmm,” she said.
“So the farther you get from Scandinavia the more likely it is to be allergic to cow’s milk.”
“Gitta and Frank drink a lot of milk, too,” my grandmother said.
I sighed, giving up.

Addressing My Desire To Be A Gamer Girl

“I always figured being someone’s girlfriend would be easy,” I told my boyfriend. “I like gaming and so my boyfriend would get to play a lot and I wouldn’t complain and he could even teach me a game or two. I knew I’d be a great girlfriend like that. That magic unicorn all guys are looking for – the girl who wants to join the game.” I sighed. “And then I have to go and find you. The one man who doesn’t play games.”
My boyfriend looked befuddled before he recomposed himself and said: “I always figured it would be easy to find a great girlfriend. Most girls don’t game, so I wouldn’t need to worry about finding a gamer girl. And then I have to go and find you.”

I’m paraphrasing, of course, but you get the gist. Continue reading

Tranquilized

Once, she did not sleep.
Each hour was a task, a map to be laid out, every corner and stone turned.
There was never enough and still she seemed to have most time of us all.
One morning we found her sick and left her to do her own healing.
When she was well she told me she’d “never known sleep was so great”. She’d discovered its merit.
Now she was well I’d see her leaning on the counter with a distant look. She dreamt of sleep. She imagined not knowing what she knew and what a blessing it might be. She slept six, eight, ten hours.
It was wondrous.
There were no dreams and that was the best part. A short time of non existence, of oblivion. A small time of death.
She slept ten, eleven, twelve hours.
We told her she was getting lazy. She answered “merely inspired.”
Now she sleeps twenty hours.
Tomorrow I think we’ll realize we have not seen her for twenty four and we’ll wait for the day she wakes up to tell us how delightful her nap was before going back to drown in the covers.
And I envy her.

Decisions: Pole Championship Song?

It’s happening. Finally.
The dance studio I attend are having their first pole championship and I’m in the beginner category. I have 6 months to prepare my routine and I’m so freaking excited. During the past three months I could barely hear a song without imagining what it might be like dancing to it.
And now it’s time to pick a song.
Here’s the candidates I’m considering so far: Continue reading

Awkward Conversations When You Have PCOS

“So are you both lactose and gluten allergic?”
“Sure. Let’s say that.”

“Oh, I see. You’re pissed because it’s that time of the month, right?”
*Speechless shock*

“Ugh, kids are so gross. I’m not going to have any until I’m much older. If at all. Don’t you agree?”
“Well, actually, I think I may have to start trying pretty early.”
“Really? You want to be a young mom?”
“That’s not what I meant …”

“If I get pregnant during my school years I won’t hesitate to get an abortion. I mean, it’d totally mess up my education!”
“I’m not sure I’d do the same. I mean, what if I never get the chance again?”
“Aw, come on, you’ll find somebody.”
“That’s not what I meant …”

“It’s so ridiculous when some women blame their thyroid for their weight problems. Like ‘It’s not my fault I’m fat, it’s just my hormones.’ Come on, we all got hormones!”
Yes, but the hormones from the thyroid are kind of different. In fact they –
“Don’t tell me you believe in that crap!”
*Sigh*

With the doctor: Continue reading

A Wolf In My Backyard

When I was little I used to swing every day. Not in a club. This was a huge swing in our yard and I’d go up as far as I possibly could, to the point where falling down wasn’t just dangerous, it was lethal.

A PROFESSIONAL SWINGER! NO, WAIT! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!

A PROFESSIONAL SWINGER! NO, WAIT! THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!

My childhood was filled with vivid dreams of predators, all starring our back yard as the new habitat of some crazy species. I remember the shark dream best (where our house was underwater, of course, and there were sharks swimming over our yard and house, of course) and the wolf dream:
In which a pack of wolves hunted me down from my swing and roamed our backyard. This dream has always scared me, particularly now that it came true.
Not the swing part. The swing is broken.
The wolf part.
My sister and I were watching a TV show with my mom, wrapped up in blankets and pyjamas. We’d had the fire going in the fire pit for quite a while and it was hot, so I’d opened the door to our terrace slightly.
At some point during the TV watching I saw something grey pass the window on the opposite wall of where the door was. I looked again but it was gone. Then I turned and outside the glass door was a fucking wolf. Continue reading

This Conversation Could TOTALLY Happen

When I miss my boyfriend I have conversations with him in my head.

Me: ”By the way, thank you for lending me that thermos. It’s been a life saver.”
Him: “No problem. By the way, where’s my shirt?”
“Here. That one was a life saver, too. I’m gonna miss it.”
“Aw. Hey, is that my sock?”
“Mmmh.”
“I recognize it.”
“Well, yes. But I’m gonna keep that.”
“Keep it? It’s my sock.”
“Yes. But I’ll have it in my drawer and it can remind me of you. When I miss you I’ll wear it. It’ll be like a hug. For my feet. Technically foot.”
“I need that sock.”
“Not as much as I do. Look, I’ll buy you new socks and then eventually I’ll steal those, too. That way I get my little reminders and you get a new wardrobe. Do you like colors?”
“I don’t understand why you need the damn sock!”
“Look, you’re already taking the shirt so just give me this one!!!”

My boyfriend’s coming over tomorrow and I’m not sure I’m letting him get away with the shirt, either …