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It is a seizure medication, given to you because it also controls pain, after head trauma. Side effects include: dizziness, weight loss, drowsiness, diarrhea, nausea, constipation, loss of appetite, stomach pain, headache (hello, irony), weakness, depression, feeling like your body is not exactly where you left it, even as it continues to do what you tell it to do, or has changed size or shape, and kidney stones. Drink lots of water while taking this medication. See your doctor if these side effects continue or are bothersome. Call your doctor when you realize that this medicine is emptying you back out inside. Call the prescribing doctor

Today I was assaulted. Today An old man pressed his lips against my skin without me asking without my encouragement He rubbed my thigh and his lips touched my face-- this man I'd known only two hours And I did not stop it. I didn't say no, didn't move back, didn't know how, wanted to, but as I always do when it is important, I froze (I am more rabbit than Kat) And now I will not report it, because I am wearing a low cut shirt and shorts; because I did not say no and because I did not know who to call for help Because I could not force myself to speak

Scientists have posited the theory that our world hates making decisions so much that each time a choice is put forward, the universe splits in two: dividing in perpendicular paths, one in which each option is chosen. It follows, then, that there are universes out there (multitudes) where we made the choices that saved my father. There is one in which he never got cancer in the first place. One where my mother let them remove the fungus that actually killed him. One where he listened to me and went to the doctor four months before he actually went. One where I worried enough to make him go anyway. One where we kept him at the same hospital.

These are things that I know: The smell of cut grass; lilacs; bacon; vanilla; coffee The sound of my father's voice The feel of asphalt beneath my feet; feathers against my palm; mud between my toes; pages between my fingers The taste of a chocolate chip cookie Sunlight against my skin while my eyes are closed The dappled light that hits the grass beneath a tree Green in all its forms Written words which I can return to time and time again And the ache of knowing: there is something I have lost; something I will never touch.

He stops work. Looks up. Dies.

They caged her. She saw fields.

She hides from him between bookcases.

Hi there. You've shown up in a lot of media, I don't know if you've noticed. I was just watching a movie about you the other day, actually. You were kind of sweet there, like someone who came to end pain for people in suffering. I'd like to think that's what you're like. Still, I'm pretty freaking ticked at you, sir. ... Madam. Whichever. I mean, I know it's been almost two years, but you took someone I really cared about, and I wasn't ready for him to go. Most of the time I'm okay with it, anymore. Most of the time I can say, "My dad's dead," and not even make an awkward pause in the conversation, because usually (almost always) I can pas

Kijani uses his name as a rebellion. The queen may have taken away his mother, his father, even his ability to control his own body, but every time she says "Jon, I have a task for you," even as he does what she commands, he thinks to himself, my name is Kijani. My grandfather was a merchant across the Middling Sea, and when my mother came here, she named me to remember her home. I am Kijani. And someday, I will be free. Moire embraces her new name. Goldiloks has always been a mouthful, and it's a strange non-name, the kind of thing only royalty would even consider giving their child (because who would dare laugh at a princess?) Moire, thoug