Hey guys, I’m back! So this is basically the ending scene I wrote for one of my fanfics. I don’t know if my mom is ever going to let me post it, so this might be the only way anyone ever gets to read it.

“You deserve this,” Adora wrapped her arms around Catra, rubbing small circles on her back and burying her face in her neck. “You deserve to be happy. It’s finally over.” 

_It’s fin...

It was raining again.

But then again, it never really stopped raining these days.

Síofra stared out of her window, wiping off a layer of precipitation, and patted her cat on the head, hearing her purr softly. The clouds were endless— a continuing grey blanket that covered the sky. Síofra liked to think of it as the heavens freeing themself from all the bad things it had collected; dumping out ...

You know what’s crazy?

The fact that there’s someone out there right now,

Who loves you just the way you are,

and never wants you to change.

Think about that....

A dark figure swept through the forest, knife gleaming in the moonlight.

He glided through the trees, silent as a shadow, the treetops blurring past him. His ebony black cloak flowed behind him like a dark river, making a slight swish noise. A slight grin came over his face—this was going to be a fun night.

His pace slowed slightly as the walls of the kingdom came into view, and a faint pantin...

When you look at me,

I don’t know what to think.

Are you laughing, are you judging,

Are you just saying hi?

When you look at me,

What do you see?

A happy, loving girl,

Or an ugly freak?

When you laugh at me,

Or say that I’m not worth it,

It hurts inside,

It hurts.

And I don’t know what to believe.

Am I the useless scrap you say I am?

Or am I more

Than the mold you try and force m...

I’m sure you all know it,

That nagging feeling at school

In PE class, where you chose teams,

And you just stand there, waiting for someone to call your name.

I’m sure it’s happened to you before,

I know it’s happemed to me,

And it leaves one question burning on my tongue.

Am I good enough?

If I was, wouldn’t people wan’t to be my friend?

Wouldn’t they love and care for me?

Wouldn’t they stan...

Who are we when no one is watching?

I used to wonder this, as a young girl,

Sitting in my bed, looking up in wonder

At the subtle shapes my ceiling made.

Who are we when we are alone?

When the world’s judgemental eye

Is off us for even one second,

Who do we become?

Perhaps a baker, a dancer, a singer,

Maybe we finally work up the courage

To paint that one picture,

That one we always dreamed of...

“You stare like the word ‘concerning’ was embedded into your shin at an early age.”

“Very funny, Ash.” I turned, annoyed, shifting my gaze away from the one person I could never muster the courage to talk to. My throat was dry as I swallowed.

She responded with a playful nudge, taking a few more steps and crouching down beside me. I sighed as she began speaking. “You know, there’s better ways ...

I ran. I hid. It was just life.

But I never could have expected what happened today…

I crashed through the ferns, terror coursing through my veins. I could feel them gaining on me—their loud and murderous shouts ringing through the air. I shrieked as a branch caught on my sleeve, and tugged the laced fabric towards my heaving chest, gritting my teeth in pain as thorns tore both my dress and my ...

When I look in the mirror, I don’t see myself staring back at me. Everyone else tells me “a mirror reflects”, but mine seems not to.

When I look in the mirror, I don’t see my own long brown hair reflected in its smooth surface, I don’t see my bright green eyes returning my gaze. My freckles aren’t there, not even my dimple.

My friends tell me when they look in the mirror, they see their own ...