Not everything in life is fairydust and cupcakes. Welcome to reality. "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words" - Robert Frost. #422 in poetry - 10 Feb 2018 #301 in poetry - 17 Feb 2018 #228 in poetry - 22 Feb 2018 Do not copy. All rights reserved ®™

『 "You're... Going to give me... A shelter?" 』 The abnormal and mental girl was always casted out from the rest of the children. People called her names, insulted her, and even thought that she was a danger to humanity. No family wanted to adopt this mental little girl. No kid wanted to befriend this mental little girl. Nobody wanted to give this mental little girl a chance. Except one person. One measly and very stubborn person forcefully entered her life and did his best to give her the love she had missed out on all of her life. The young Japanese man, Kageyama Kei, did not once hesitate in choosing her. She was surprised. She was stubborn. She hated the sudden change. But not once, did Kageyama Kei ever leave her side. He wanted to give her all the affection one was supposed to experience from friends and a family. He wanted repair her broken shards despite how little they had become. He wanted to love her like nobody else did... But how will he do that when the mental little girl doesn't want to love him back? Sometimes change is needed to heal an emotional wound, but sometimes... Certain Changes will never ever be able to heal a shattered heart. h i g h e s t ↪ #56 Short story [Monday, February 12, 2018] s t a r t e d ↪July 30th, 2017 [atm discontinued]

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.