Show Yourself Novels & Stories

“Take my hand and show me what you like to do with yourself,” I can hear my breathing. Loud and rough. Like I’ve just gone for a jog. But I can’t stop now…

You certainly know all the greatness inside of you. You feel it all the time. You know it’s there yet you still bury it and are afraid to live it. Stop doing that. There’s nothing wrong or egotistical about showing off the true beauty of you. The world doesn’t want you to hold that in. The world desperately wants to see it, feel it, enjoy it, and experience it with you. Fuck you for letting all those fears, insecurities, and limiting beliefs keep you back from the true love and brilliant life you deserve.

“What?” “Show me that you want me.”

The air was filled with a sense of optimism and anticipation. Susan shared a poignant story about a challenging project at work that she had finally completed, expressing gratitude for her supportive family. Mark spoke about his personal growth in the past year, emphasizing his improved work-life balance. Carolyn talked about her renewed energy and passion for her art. Lucia shared her excitement about a new venture she was about to embark on. Avon listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and support.

Out of options, I dropped to my knees and slapped myself twice. "I'm sorry. I was wrong before. Please, be the bigger person. I'm begging you to send three or four people, or even just one or two, to come with me! Cyril's life is hanging by a thread. Even if you don't care about me, at least remember that your job is to save lives."

"What are you going to do?" "I do not know. If I say something, I look petty. If I do not, she will keep doing it." "Then you do not say something," Mira said. "You show something." "What do you mean?" "You have that big presentation tomorrow, right? The one for the executives?" "Yes." "Then you go in there, and you kill it," she said. "You make it so good that no one can question whose work it is. You show them exactly what you are capable of. Let your work speak for itself."

I just didn't want to rely on it and wanted to earn respect with my own hands. And he had so easily believed Grace's lies. He'd destroyed my trust with his own hands. He'd even watched me get hurt and done nothing. As I was helped toward the door, I passed right by Ethan without sparing him a glance. My eyes were hollow, and only the searing pain in my hand and the cold emptiness in my chest kept me moving forward. I knew this surgery wasn't just about saving Mr. Sullivan. It was about saving myself. As an Omega werewolf healer, my hands were my dignity. I couldn't let them be destroyed.

Stay visible. Those two words burn me as much as the rain devouring my bones. Because I no longer know how to do that , be visible, exist, stand upright in another person's gaze without disappearing immediately into discomfort or shame. So I press myself against an anonymous porch, that of a grimy building with a cracked threshold, and I wait. Arms wrapped tightly around myself. Heart in my throat. My legs like two frozen stakes under these pajamas that weigh the weight of a shipwreck.

The question sat in the air for a moment. Then Jason said, “The same version you are right now.” “That’s not helpful.” “It is, though.” He shifted slightly, propping himself up just enough to look at me properly. “You think visibility means performing something. Presenting yourself in a way that makes people accept you. You’ve been doing the opposite your whole life making yourself smaller so nobody would notice what you were but it’s the same instinct. Managing perception.” He paused. “You don’t have to do that here. You just have to walk through the door.”

You are resembling progress. Your mind should excel in everything you attempt to think. Realize self as living being. It is precious what a life can think. Always more precious than gold is what you do not wear, but inside of you, you hold. Resemble life, rebegin as alive. You are not trusted. You are not on hold. You are free, like dogs, to bark, to be silent and safe, to sing like cats. You are the superior most species which land could possibly have. Why underscore self? Self is supreme.