Show Yourself Novels & Stories

Imagine me doing something like Bear Grylls. "Adventurer Taylen Nova. Your show could be called Novatures." I laughed. Jibin would have found that funny. Wait did I miss him? Nah. I just missed having someone to talk to I guess. "You're a weird kid." I told myself then asked, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to myself out loud?" I shrugged my shoulders. I better get used to only having myself around as a companion. I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I only had 1 left. Fridge magnets. I left the others in the car! You're an idiot Taylen.

] Sadie nodded, her smile wide as she waved goodbye to her top fan and signed off. Tonight, she had earned a ton. Sadie boasted, "I'm not like some people who still need their parents to send them money for college. "I'm gorgeous and hardworking!" I just had to ask. "Do you actually think you're that pretty?" Sadie let out a cold laugh and said with a sneer. "Are you suggesting that a twig like you is the definition of beauty? You're not even a real woman." She patted her chest. "See, I don't even have to try to show off my great figure.

Search in progress. She stared at it for a moment. Then whispered to herself— “Let’s see who you really are.”

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫� ��𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙.

“I will.” “No pushing through,” she said. “No smiling through it.” “I promise.” There was a pause. Then, gently, “You don’t have to prove anything by showing up, you know.” “I know,” I said. And I meant it. “But I want to.” She exhaled. “Okay. Then we do it smart.” “Smart,” I repeated. “And kind,” she added. “To yourself.” I smiled at my screen. “Thanks,” I said. “Always,” she replied.

"I'm not saying you're not insane. I'm just saying you're not a monster." Sebastian's face twisted. He looked away, at the overturned desk, the dented filing cabinet, the dark window that looked out onto nothing. His jaw was tight, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "You don't know that," Sebastian said. "You don't know what I'm capable of." "Then show me."

"Because he got to meet you as himself. No calculation. No performance. Just Eli being Eli. And you responded to that. To him. I don't get that option. I'm always performing. Always the public version. And I don't know if you'd ever respond to the real me the way you responded to him." "Have you ever shown me the real you?" "I'm showing you right now." I looked at him. Really looked. Trying to see past the careful control to whatever was underneath. "Then show me more," I said. "If you want me to see you, actually let me see you. Not the strategy. Not the performance. You." "And if I do? If I let you see me and you still prefer him?" "Then at least you'll know. Instead of wondering."

His scent, his body heat, made me feel a stability I had never known. Joseph's Adam's apple bobbed; his eyes were filled with pain. "But, Harper, I can't live without you. I loved you most—have you forgotten?" "You pushed me away, time after time," I pulled up my sleeve, revealing the small scars remaining on my arm. "Every scar is a witness." His gaze darkened, heavy with deep self-reproach. I leaned against Adrian. "Joseph, go home. I'm happy here." He screamed, clutching his head.

Love yourself! END.

What’s this thing you’re trying not to do? Don’t say it’s nothing. There’s someone else you’re trying not to be, right there behind your eyes. I see it. Look at me. Please.