Miss Mary Sue
MMS 17: Who Knows
MMS 16: Without a Goodbye
MMS 15: Happy Birthday
MMS 14: The Raspberry Raft
Dad is Always Right MissLunaRose 14 7 Autism Awareness Hurts MissLunaRose 87 88 Miria Blue MissLunaRose 8 6
A Life Lacking Autism - 1
Sol has tiptoed halfway down the stairs when he hears his baba's voice from the living room. "I spoke with Mx. Ramirez over the phone. They think we should see a specialist."
"I don't know." Mama sounds frustrated. "I don't think there's anything wrong with him... he's just different. A little quirky."
"Honey... his teacher works a lot of kids. They have basic training to identify disorders in children. And our son..." Baba's voice cracks. "He's showing a lot of the signs. You remember the incident yesterday."
Sol sits frozen. His parents hadn't said anything when they brought him home early from school that day. They'd sighed and suggested that he spend time in his calm corner. Is he going to hear, now, how they really feel?
"You've watched him try to play, Miria. It's obvious that he's... he's not quite right in the head."
Sol's chest constricted. His baba was right. Other kids created beautiful setups when the
What is Autism?
"Ella no puede hablar," says the cafeteria worker. She can't talk. This is false, but the young woman has learned to point to what she wants, instead of repeating herself over and over, uselessly ejecting quiet words again and again from her sparrowlike body. Her food is always the same: pink yogurt. Fruit crepe, strawberries, banana. A muffin, if she's hungry after that.She sits down and rocks stiffly, her back hitting the soft padded booth behind her. Wham. Wham. Wham. She sits in the same enclosed corner every time; the same seat, if possible. She wears thick headphones with the song of the day on repeat. Wham. Wham. Wham.She has heard snickers and smirks. She does not look at those people, or dignify them with a response. She just keeps eating. Wham. Wham. Wham.
What impressions might you have of this person?
I'm guessing that most laypeople and psychologists would label her with "severe autism." They'd say she's obsessive, with mindless rituals and routines, that she's
Help! I have a Mary Sue!
You know that you have a Mary Sue when she upsets the monochromatic color scheme of my Writer's Guides.
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Internet communities often lash out at writers who create Mary Sues. Declaring the writing to be below their standards, they proceed to punish the creators. They mock the characters, verbally abuse the writers, and write hyperbolically about how much they wish the characters would die.
Bullying writers (who may be very young) is only going to make them afraid to write—and therefore improve—or share their work. Not only that, but it discourages other writers from speaking for fear of public mockery, and it may silence the voices that could someday become great.
If you've directly or indirectly suffered from the abuse of such individuals, let me first apologize on their behalf. I don't care if your story stinks so much that it can be smelled from fifty miles away; mocking you
a Dimension 258 short story
Rosie picked up her clock again and stared at the numbers. When the big blue hand reached the 12, her daddy would come home. She furrowed her brow and squinted at the tip of the blue hand. Once, she had seen it move. But now it was stuck by the 10.
“Rosie, why do you keep watching the clock?” Leo asked. “Are you not having any fun building?”
Rosie set the clock next to her pile of toy bricks. “Today’s special day,” she announced. “Daddy’s bringing home a lady.”
“Ohh.” Leo raised his eyebrows. “He’s got a new girlfriend?”
“Yep! He says, he’s been seeing her for a while, he says he likes her a lot. He says she’s super nice.” Rosie paused to spit some hair out of her mouth.
“Here. Scoot over here and I’ll braid your hair,” Leo said. Rosie scooted and he began pulling her hair away from her face. “My hair us
Better Watch Out (pt. 1)
Note: Part 1 is not recommended for all audiences, because a fat-shaming character makes his bad attitude audible. If you want to follow the series without reading his words, here's a summary of Part 1.
Vinka pressed her hands to the store window and grinned. "That's the most gorgeous coat I've ever seen!"
Rasso rolled his eyes. "You say that about everything you see."
Vinka shot him a glare. "I do not! Besides, I need a thicker winter coat. This one's too thin."
"They've got shoplifting detectors around the doors, and women's clothes are bakan expensive. Besides, the one in the window looks way, way too small for you."
Vinka bit her lip. "That's because the plastic model is short!" She turned up her chin and reached into
What Lies Would You Tell
Zaen was no good at detecting lies.
"Where did you read that?" he asked, glancing up from his book.
Dark shrugged. "Some online magazine, I think. I forgot exactly where. I just remember it sayin' that reading comprehension drops around 30% soon after sundown. Got somethin' to do with your body clock or somethin' like that," he said. A 30% difference should be big enough to make Zaen consider changing his habits, while not huge enough to seem suspicious. He didn't read scientific stuff, but his artificial memories involved school, so he knew enough academic lingo to sound like he knew what he was talking about.
Zaen pressed his index finger to his lips, letting his other fingers curl under his chin. "Hmm. I suppose I could see how that would make sense. It's more difficult to function when exhausted." He set his bookmark in between the pages of his book.
"And you've been readin' for what, the whole afternoon? You gotta have seriously fatigued your brain. C'mon, kid, get up." Dark grabb