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When she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see a skeleton. A figure where only flesh is left on her bones. No. She sees a number; her weight She sees her thighs; too big She sees her face; nose too long She sees her arms; too much flab She sees her butt; too small She sees her boobs; not big enough She sees her stomach; not flat She sees herself; not pretty She doesn’t see what she has become, She only sees what she was told to see.

Katrina’s POV: I pry my eyes open as I force myself out of another nightmare. This has been becoming routine since about two weeks ago and I’ve adjusted and gotten used to it by now. Staring for a moment at the sun which is just now rising outside my window, I take a deep breath and sit up. Stretching my arms over my head I can hear the popping of my back, and the stretching also happens to pull up my make-a-wish pajama shirt revealing a glimpse of the tattoo on my right side. Dropping my arms down and pulling up the hem of the tank top, I brace myself and look over at my left side, slightly choking on air when I see the all too f

Katrina’s POV: Heading home from searching the forest, I start to think about Neverland. The trees and nature here are nothing compared to the forests there. I can still remember the parties that would take place in the dead of night. Dancing around the fire, Peter’s pipes in the background, all while everything else is a complete blur. The stars would shine brightly above us with the only light from the fire and the moon to illuminate the area. My mind then slips from the memory as I remember why I was even in the forest. Henry had gone missing yesterday after school, and I haven’t slept since Regina called me saying that h

Male♂Snow White/Reader - Killing Innocence (Snow White - His name stays the same in this one but I'm calling him Snow most of the time.) (All other genders remain the same.) ☙❃❀❄-----------------❄❀❃❧ "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" The Queen had asked the magical mirror she owned. The mirror would always respond to her and tell her she was the fairest one of all but that day was different. "Famed is thy beauty, Majesty. But hold, a lovely servant I see. Rags cannot hide his gentle grace. Alas, he is more fair than thee." the mirrored told her. With

"Captain, where is commander _____?" Spock asked as he exited the turbo lift, onto the bridge. You were not at your usual station, and he had not seen you yet today. "Commander _____ has called out sick today, Spock." "Sick? With what?" "Umm, I think it was strep or something." Kirk said slightly distracted. Spock was silent for a moment, thinking of all the things he knew about the human illness. "Has Dr. McCoy seen to her yet?" "Yes, McCoy has looked in on her. He has given her some antibiotics and said that now she just needs rest." "So no one is there caring for her?" "No,  _____ said that 'She's a big girl, and that she can take care of

 Your friends had called you beforehand to meet up in the Rec room on Christmas Day as the Captain called it off. It could just be a habit of strict routine from life on the Enterprise but you were on this ship long enough to know the youngest crew member's forgetfulness. Pavel Andreievich Chekov worked alongside Sulu and Kirk; proving to probably be the most intelligent 17 year old in the history of Star Fleet. His pastimes included listening to 21st century music, playing poker and talking (ALOT) to Sulu. He was also friends with you, Bones, Scotty and occasionally Spock caught a conversation with him or two. "Can you believe the Ke

 Based on Bobby's final memory in 7x10 - Death's Door, so be weary of spoilers if you haven't seen it yet! “Alright, scoot jerk face, show your elders some respect.” Dean said as he sat down beside Sam and switched on the television. “You scoot, asshat!” Sam replied and tossed popcorn at his brother. You climbed up on onto the sofa behind your brothers and sank comfortably in the space they left for you. “Did you make yourself a separate batch of popcorn?” Sam wondered as he noticed the bowl in your lap. You shoved a handful of popcorn in your mouth and nodded. “Why?” Dean asked as he leaned

~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQLqu-ThMOY ~     A startling sensation of apprehension crawled up your spine at an alarmingly rapid pace, threatening to cause your heart to pulsate right out of your thundering rib cage as your steady breaths turned into ones of capricious flow. It was unusual how out of nowhere you began accumulating this abundant amount of stress and anxiety, over what exactly you weren't too sure, yet you knew it left your mind in a frenzy and stomach in twists. Grasping the silky sheets of the bed in your fists, you attempted to steady yourself by focusing on the durable sighs of your slumberin

~Author's Note: I'm fancy. I wrote the end half of this at a French Bakery at one in the morning.~ ~Warning: it does get a little heated in this part. Have fun!!~ "What game do you have in mind?" you ask the Cheshire Cat who's lying on the branch, extensive tail waving to and fro. Humming, he pushes himself up and crawls along the tree. His broad shoulders and hips rotate with each sinuous advance. "A simple game of hide and seek," he says. Your brows furrow. “That doesn't seem very fair.” “Oh,” he drones sarcastically, “You don't trust me to not disappear?” As he speaks, he evaporates into the florae