So at last I publish my first story. Unfortunately it is just a one shot. I do plan to add to it and have a collection of one shots possibly based on promts? Not to sure let, me know what you think.

This first one shot is very short. The girl in the story is intended to be Kristin; however I see many similarities between Kristin and my best friend and so I have tried to focus on this. So yeah this is for my bestie; girl your an inspiration and I love you!


She looked in the mirror and all she could see were the scars. The scars that marred her otherwise flawless skin; the scars that told a story of her past, her hurt, her pain, her displeasure and her losses; but also the scars that could play a bearing on her future.

The scars of the past which she could let steer her life. But were they to steer her in a direction she wanted to go?

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

On the surface she saw herself to be; a girl who had lost her fire, her determination, her fighting spirit; these qualities which had once been so uniquely hers. She saw a wreck; someone who could never recover; someone who didn't deserve love. Little did she know that the rest of the world looked to her and saw a completely different girl.

To them, she was the girl who could turn heads, the girl who could fill anyone with warmth and respect. A girl who could captivate the attention of a room in the mere blink of an eye or flick of the hair; for you see to everyone else she was a rose.

So very beautiful, undeniably graceful, delicate, so eloquent, oozing with the ability to love; her passion bubbling somewhere beneath the surface, just deep enough within so she could no longer see it.

She was the girl who became a woman; a woman that so many looked up to. A woman of such high esteem and intelligence; a woman who would not back down, who would fight for her beliefs, who would defend her family to the ends of the earth.

For you see that young girl that once looked in the mirror and analysed those scars; the scaring she had seen had always been internal but now it was buried deep inside her. That hurt and that pain, no longer plagued her on a daily basis because that girl had found the courage and strength to move on, to allow herself to love, to build herself a life and to be amongst the finest women to ever walk the earth.

She was strong and she was loved. Somewhere deep down that girl had always known she would make it!