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To say the first six months of my marriage were far from what I imagined would be an egregious understatement. The wedding was perfect. I walked down the aisle, stood face-to-face with the man who would in just moments become my husband. We said our vows, were declared man and wife, and then he lifted me in his arms and carried me down the aisle. I didn't know then that it would be the last time he carried me in his arms as a purely romantic gesture and not out of practical necessity. I also didn't know that when I changed out of my wedding dress into the evening gown I had picked out for the reception that it would be the last time I would lift my arms over my head and use my fingers to pull a dress down over my own body, the last time I would bend down and use my hands to slide shoes on my feet planted firmly on the ground. I didn't know that our first dance as a married couple would be our last. The wedding day was perfect, but the date will always be marred. Our wedding

Veronica Vascotto, the commission I chaired positively evaluated its final exam with the vote of 110/110 laude. With the authority conferred on me by the Rector, I confer you the master’s degree in Naval Engineering." Five years of sacrifice away from home, five years of study and suffering. She had never missed a lesson, never a delay in the delivery of projects, sleepless nights at the computer in hot summers and cold winters. And now she had made it. The highest marks. The look full of pride of relatives and parents. The Smug smile of the Rapporteur. The applause of the friends who had shared with her those years. She was the first of her course to graduate. The only one who would have done it in time. She had not been discouraged either by the blatantly bastard professors, or by an uninteresting internship that had only made her waste time. The handshake of the chairman of the commission, the photos, the boards of his project hanging on the walls. Everything was perfect. After

My name is Melissa, I am a suitor. He liked to pretend disabilities of various types, physical ones were the ones he liked the most: paraplegia, amputations, quadriplegia. I lived alone, at my grandmother's house, she died when I was 21, I was raised by her, my parents died when I was a child. I inherited everything from my family, my grandmother's house, my parents' assets. We were not rich, but we were in good shape and, with my work, I was able to maintain a good condition. I worked in graphic design, was a freelancer and offered my services over the internet, I never had contact with my clients, only by phone, so I spent most of my time at home, pretending to be disabled almost every day. I'm small, about 5.5 ', I was thin, I had long blond hair, green eyes, medium breasts. I had several devices: an electric chair controlled by spin n puff and also with chin control, a manual wheelchair, bandages, crutches. My favorite disability was quadruple amputation along with quadriplegia, I

Criminal Minds - The Caregiver By Paracathy This is a work of fan fiction based on characters and scenarios from the television program ‘Criminal Minds’. There is no intention of copyright infringement. The characters Aaron Hotchner, JJ, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, and Penelope Garcia are all owned by the ‘Criminal Minds’ series owners, all other characters and this setting are of my own creation. This story is both my first attempt (OK, first ‘good’ attempt) at writing a fan-fiction, as well as a much-requested follow-up to my ‘Roommates’ series, and should be fine to be read for anyone who read only the ‘Amanda’ chapters of 'Roommates' as well as people who read both the ‘Amanda’ and ‘Julie’ chapters, and I suspect the story may read a little different for each. I hope it works well both as a fan fiction for a fabulous show, and as a continuation of the story of Amanda and Julie… JJ entered Aaron Hotchner’s office, followed by a lean man wearing a dark gray suit. He had a

I never wanted to go to Tom's company's fundraising event, but I relented because it meant a lot to him, and after everything he's done for me these eight months post injury, could I really say no? Not that I didn't try to get out of it at first. I was sitting on the couch with Tom in the living room, as had become our nightly routine. He would transfer me out of the chair, make sure I was properly supported, and we would watch Netflix together. That's when he told me about the event, and my chest tightened with panic. "I don't know if I'm ready to go to that kind of party," I admitted. It would be a black-tie and formal dress occasion with a lot of mingling, which would mean a lot of stares in my direction. Sure, everyone at Tom's work knew about his wife, the aspiring veterinarian who was tragically hit by a distracted driver and is now paralyzed from the shoulders down. But they haven't seen me. In the four months that I've been home, I haven't gone many places except physical

(Both on bed, about to sleep) - 'Hey Aizen, what does a leg feel like?' - "Okay, that was out of nowhere, huh" - 'Well, I have always wondered what it actually feels like to have a leg. An actual one, you know, not just a bunch of bones attached to one's abdomen.' - "That's one way to put it." - 'So?' - "Well... It's difficult to describe in words. Imagine a second pair of arms coming out of your butt, with longer palms and shorter fingers." - 'I....see? Honestly, I can't picture it. Why would humans need a second pair of arms?' - "To uh, you know, walk." - 'Oh, (chuckles), yeah that. (laughs softly)' - "(laughs)" - 'But snakes don't have legs either. They live just fine.' - "Yeah, by crawling. Same as you." - 'Shut up (laughs)' - "Wait, I have an idea. Let's play a game." - 'What game?' - "Give me your leg." - '(picks up left leg, hands it over)' - "(grabs the leg) Ok now you grab my left leg. Great. Now press my leg with your finger wherever I press my finger on your leg. I'll