The-BearSweg

Frooooom ;') 

1. Pick one of your OCs. 
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your OCs.
3. Tag four people to do this meme!
4. Tell people that they been tagged with a link from your journal.

I chose Leon! Though idk if I should have done Tobiee here too or not. Let me know, aha. 


1. What is your name?

"Leon Dean Rar! Though, I wasn't exactly always named Leon. My birth name was Leah."

2. Do you know why you were named that?

"I don't know about the first name... But my middle name comes from my dad's own middle name!"

3. Are you single or taken?

"Ahm... I'm definitely crushing on a girl. That's for sure." (Not even sure if they're dating or not. KIRIN HELP.)

4. Have any abilities or powers?

"I have a natural ability to make people smile? Does that count?" 

5. Stop being a Mary-sue!

"M-mary sue? What's a mary sue...?"

6. What's your eye color?

"Green!"

7. How about hair color?

"Well, primarily a sort of blondish color, but my bangs are dyed a sort of orange." 

8. Have you any family-members?

"Oh yeah. So many. I have my immediate family, tons of family outside the country, and my friends who I consider family as well."

9. Oh? How about pets?

"Two dogs! A sweet yellow lab named Penny, and a really smug corgi named Benson." 

10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like.

"Well, I don't necessarily like when people are rude, you know? Seeing my... identity. Oh, but if you mean more simple dislikes: How about GEESE. And ASPARAGUS." 

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

"Well, I like to sing! I also run in the morning. I like keeping myself entertained, as I'm not a very patient person."

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in anyway before?

"Aaaa? Oh I hope not! I don't want to hurt anyone... Even if only by accident."

13. Ever... killed anyone before?

"OH. NO. I DONT-"

14. What kind of animal are you?

"Well, I'm a human? But if you're asking what animal I probably would be, if not a human, I think I'd be a happy dog!"
 
15. Name your worst habits?

"My worst habits? Maybe it's my inability to sit still for a while. Or that I can be a bit oblivious at times. Or maybe I talk a bit too much-"

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

"I look up to a lot of people! I'm short. Haha, get it? Okay sorry. But, I do look up to a lot of people. My parents included."

17. are you Gay,  Straight, or Bisexual?

"Well, my sexuality is bisexual. But I think I'm pan-romantic?"

18. Do you go to school?

"I go to college!"

19. Ever wanna marry and have kids one day

"Aha... Well... Marriage has always been something I've been fascinated with. Kids? Maybe. I'd raise them right. to be respectful, caring, supportive. They'd grow to be hopefully, good people."

20. Do you have fangirls/fanboys?

"Of course~ Pff- Nah. But I am rather popular!"

21. What are you most afraid of?

"I think my biggest fear is being left alone. A common fear, I'd imagine. But abandonment is such a scary idea. Just thinking about it is unsettling."

22. What do you usually wear?

"Well, I like wearing things that I find comfy and fashionable! Typically, however, my outfit choices run out of male social norm, but I seek to break that someday."

23. What's one food that tempts you?

"............bagels."

24: Am I annoying you?

"Mm-mm! Nope!"

25. Well, it's still not over!

"Hehe. That's okay! I'm prepared for what you have to throw at me."

26. What class are you? (low class, middle class, high class)?

"Hm.... Well, not low class, but not necessarily high class either. Possibly upper middle class? Hard to really put a finger on it."

27. How many friends do you have?

"Oh so many."

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

"Pie is fine. I like apple pie! But bagels are better."

30. Favorite drink?

"Hm... Lemonade? I tend to like fruit drinks, but I also work at a cafe so I drink things from there as well."

31. What's your favorite place?

"Aaaa... I enjoy my time at the cafe, but ideal travel destination for me is probably the beach? Somewhere warm, preferably, but not scorching."

32. Are you interested in anyone~?

"YEs."

33. If you're a girl, what's your cup size? If you're a guy, how big are you?

"Well this is awkward." (He had surgery to remove his breasts, though did not have a lot to begin with anyways. But since he's transgender, he also doesn't have, ehem, that thing down there either. Which puts him in quite an awkward position here, haha)

34. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

"Lakes are nice, serene, calming. But oceans are where it's at!"

35. What's your type?

"Aah? Type?"

36. Any fetishes?

"Oh. Not that I know of."

37. Seme or uke

"S-seme?? Uke? What is that?"

38. Camping or indoors?

"Camping! Nature is beautiful. The only problem with it, is the overwhelming amount of bugs during the good times to camp."



Tag: Well, I'll let you decide if you want to do it or not. STEAL IT.

"The Five W's" - A Short Story Written by KDawg The-BearSweg 

Based on the quote: "Never Forget Who You Are." - Unknown

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You wake up in a room sprinkled with stars. It reminds you vaguely of space, and the seemingly neverending nightsky. The room feels dark, but lit up at the same time. You appear to be sitting down in a chair at the center of the room, yet you feel as though you’re floating. Every aspect is confusing to you, as none of it seems physically possible. Leading you to ask: Where Am I?

You decide to take a closer look at your surroundings. You move your head to look up and see many clocks dotted along the ceiling. A strange placement for clocks, and yet, they work. The room is filled with the sounds of small ticks and tocks. However, you notice that the clocks are all on different times from one another. Looking forward now, you see bright shining letters along the wall that spell out “Future.” The word sits alone on the wall, but that only adds to the interest factor. It seems very open and inviting, as well as mysterious in a way. Turn around, and look behind yourself, and you see a wall with more letters spelling out the word “Past.” The letters are more faded than the ones on the wall opposite of it. The word is accompanied by many glowing lights, dotted across the wall. Looking closer, you see that they have small dates written overhead of them. Speaking of dates and time…. you think up another question: When Did I Get Here?

Now, you turn to your left and you see a wall covered in what looks like train tracks. Faces with defined emotions around every hill and drop in the tracks. A small picture frame sits in the middle of the wall. Within it, a black silhouette of a person’s upper body, specifically focused on their head. Where it’s brain should be, is instead a white oval. Almost like it’s constantly in thought. Just like you. Which brings you around to your own thoughts and questions: Why Am I Here?

You look down, at yourself and at the floor. Instead of flesh, you find a glowing figure shaped to look like your lower body. Your body is milk white, and wispy, almost like mist. It looks very pretty, especially since it was speckled with small pink flowers. However, this greatly confuses you. More so than everything else. The question comes into your mind with no hesitance: What Am I?

Finally, you turn yourself to look at the last wall. The one on your right. You see a mirror. You expect to see a glowing figure and the reflection of the starlight lit room behind you. However, you see only yourself. The room behind you cannot be seen in the wide mirror view. This is by far the most baffling. The question wastes no time in coming to thought: Who Am I? You close your eyes to think and to process. When you open them back up after counting to three, you see you again, but this time… a familiar room behind you. It’s your room. You look down to find you are sitting on your bed. You turn to face the walls and find that all stardust covered walls, were now replaced with that of a light blue, decorated with photographs hung in frames. You smile, as you realize you can answer all the questions you asked. But most importantly…. you know who you are and why you were there.

Pulling yourself out of bed, the room definitely is bright. And so are your spirits. You are refreshed and ready to take on the challenges of the day with a smile. You are you, and nothing can change that.

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I hope you enjoyed this VERY short story! It was just an idea that came to me last night. Luckily, I remembered it in the morning. (Cause when I first thought it up I was in my bed, and too lazy to get up to write it down) 

I hope you have a very nice day! (As the story implied) Make sure to leave a little feedback! I love reading your comments! Gives me something to do, ya know? ^-^ Anyways, buh-bye!

"Unity" - A Short Story Written By KDawg The-BearSweg 

Based on the quote: "Unity is Strength... When There is Teamwork and Collaboration, Wonderful Things Can Be Achieved." - Mattie Stepanek 

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Through my eyes, I see a world. This world is not perfect. Anything but, in fact. But these same eyes, also see the way to get it as close to perfect as possible. Perfect is a standard, and I know how we can reach the standard, and above. A ‘perfect’ world, is a world we live in together.

I’m not a perfect child. Just a boy, trying to live his life. I am not ordinary, I’m extraordinary, for normal is just another standard. You cannot truly reach this standard, and I don’t want to either. If I were to be ‘normal,’ would I still strive for change?

Through my eyes, all over the world, I see colors. Colors can clash, they can mix. They paint the world, and make it less… mm… how should I put it? Boring? Black and white can look classy, every now and then, but a world without color… I couldn’t imagine. Colors paint the world, as we use our emotions to paint our faces. Faces that give sprinkles of light on our personalities, and who we are. I’ll tell you who I am, for I am proud. My name is Jonathan Paul Michaelis. This is my story… of how I brought my community together.

I wasn’t very popular. I hadn’t very many friends. All I had, was my hardworking mother, my old dog, Samuel, and my kind, thoughtful heart. That’s all you need to get through life. Not much, just a little support. From those who care about you, and yourself. I was the student who sat towards the back of the classroom. Not because I didn’t care about the lesson, nor that I didn’t want to be called on, but that I didn’t want to get in anyone’s way. But, I soon learn that you can’t get anywhere in life, if you don’t include yourself. But one day, I did. A day that would signal the start of a vast series of events that would lift many spirits, including my own.

I was taking my usual route back home from school, through the small city and several familiar alleyways, when I stumbled upon an older woman and her young daughter sitting off on the sidewalk by the road near a crosswalk. A small sign laid out in front of them read: “For Education,” off next to a small plastic cup. I slowly inched my way towards them. I knew that my mother didn’t make that much money on a daily basis, but the looks on these people’s faces just screamed out for help. I took a bit of money from my wallet and slipped it into the cup along with some change. The woman stared up at me and gave a small smile, which I returned with a nod. I passed them, and waved at the small child before crossing the street.

I felt good. Something new inside me, that made my heart flip with joy. I passed another familiar alleyway, and the back door of a close friend of my mother’s. He ran a small restaurant and would frequently give me little leftovers of what he’d cooked earlier that day. Usually he’d come out of the door as I walked by and greet me. Today however… Was different. I heard angry yelling come from farther up the alleyway, I saw a group of older looking kids being chased off by Mr. Gonzello, the man who owned the restaurant. I wasn’t, at first, quite sure why, but when I saw the back wall, I understood. All along it, was ugly, scratchy graffiti. Some nasty things were scribbled along the walls, things I rather not write here… But trust me, you’d be pretty mad too. Especially when you’ve done nothing to those kids.

I quickly passed by Mr. Gonzello, my mind a blur. I quickly caught a glimpse of his beet red face, the angry expression only giving him a more intimidating look. I ran the rest of the way home, since it wasn’t too far from here. Rushing inside of my small apartment, I greeted my mother quickly, and pat my good ol’ dog Samuel on the head before hopping upstairs to my room. I worked on my homework as I thought through my day. After finishing the homework, I took out a small piece of paper and scribbled out a small note to myself, explaining the day. I ate dinner with my mother, and went to sleep early. I had a lot of thoughts still left in my mind.

The next morning, I continued to think. I gave myself a little mission. I ate my breakfast hurriedly, and took a few fruits with me as I left. I ran through the streets, and out to the distinct crosswalk. I found the mother and her daughter sitting there, just as I had yesterday. I dropped the fruits at their feet, and bid them a good morning. They gave a look, one of surprise and delight. The woman gratefully thanked me, while her daughter merely blinked at me. I crossed the crosswalk and made my way to school.

Wandering the halls as I had gotten there early in my rush, I caught a glimpse of something I have rarely ever seen. Bullying. I noticed a kid, around my age, was being shoved around. A group of older kids had taken a quite a notice of him, and barely noticed me as I moved closer. Pushing the kid to the floor, they took off laughing. I quickly stepped up, and held out my hand for the kid. He looked up at me, and I knew, for the look on his face, it was completely worth it. He took my hand into his own, and I pulled him back up onto his feet. We stared at each other for a brief moment before he uttered out a thank you. We talked a little more and soon, we became pretty good friends. It turns out that we shared a few classes, including my favorite, the art class. Our interests matched up fairly well. We both loved dogs, painting, and certain sports. We instantly clicked, as you might say.

We soon had to split up and go our separate ways to class. The day went by pretty quickly, and we met up in the art class. I had a special interest that day. I asked my teacher about borrowing some paints for later on in the day. That it was for a good cause. They reluctantly agreed, taking notice in my utmost enthusiasm. The kid from earlier, who I forgot to mention his name was James, overheard our conversation. When I went to sit back down, he questioned me on it. I gave in and told him my plan. He seemed shocked, but in a good way. He offered to help, since it was a pretty big job. I was more than glad to accept the offer. I told him to meet me in front of the school later that afternoon so I could give him the information more thoroughly.

After school, I marched around to the front of the school, expecting to find James. What I saw was so much more. He’d rallied up an entire GROUP of people. I gave an astonished look as I inquired what all this was. He grinned and said that the job might have been a little bit too big for just two people. He also claimed that these people were quite moved by what I planned to do, and they wanted to be a part of it. I sighed, but accepted their help. He was right, after all. I asked the people to come around to the art room, and grab an assortment of colorful paint cans and brushes. One very large kid grabbed one of the ladders. I didn’t stop him, most likely out of fear that if I refused him, he might charge at me. Just kidding… In reality, I was just so shocked that all these people were so driven to help out.

I led the group through the many streets, on the way stopping by the woman and her daughter to drop off some more money. We finally reached our destination, just behind the restaurant. The kids looked over the writing in disgust and disdain. When asked if we should begin, I nodded. We worked for hours. We painted over the words, over and over. The layers covering over the rude and hateful words, with nice and enlightening colors. We finished our work, and it was just about eight o’clock when we had each done our last strokes. Stepping back and admiring the work we’d done, we bid each other goodnight and took off back to our homes.

My mother was worried sick when I entered the apartment. I told her that I was okay, and that I just had a little bit of work to finish up. Exhausted, I moved up the stairs, followed by Samuel. I flopped down on the bed for a good night’s rest.

The next morning, I woke up. Smiling at the remembrance of yesterday, and all our hard work. I took it easy this morning. I was in no real rush, feeling rather achieved. The ate my breakfast, but just as yesterday, took some fresh fruits along side me. I walked out, to the crosswalk and dropped off the fruits just as I had yesterday. I smiled at the mother and her daughter and promised I’d bring them some money when I returned in the afternoon. I crossed the street and head on back to school. The halls were buzzing with news and gossip. I wasn’t quite sure about what, but it had to be something big. James came running up to me, his expression and body movement was ecstatic. He looked at me like I should have known something, but I only returned to him a puzzled look. He shook his head and told me about what had him so riled up.

“Our work is all over the news!” He squealed.

“What?? How? It was only just done last night!” I exclaimed, my eyes wide with shock. 

“Yeah! I know! Crazy! That guy who owned the restaurant-”

“Mr. Gonzello??”

“Yeah, him. He was talking about it on Live TV. In an interview. Turns out, he was watching the whole time!”

“Really!? No way!” My mind was about to explode. This was all just so much to take in. What started out as a little deed turned into the talk of the town. James explained to me how other people were interviewed as well. He talked about how they felt inspired to do something because of what I did for Mr. Gonzello. All throughout the school day, I had kids come up to me, asking if what I did was true. I responded the same with a yes, every time. Up until the time I went home, I was flooded with questions and comments. Once school was finished, I made my way back home, and gave the money I had promised to the woman and her child. I made sure to pass by the restaurant, and wasn’t surprised to find Mr. Gonzello waiting for me when I appeared from behind the corner. He smiled brightly as I made my way over to him.

Before I could say a word, he began non-stop thanking me. He pulled me into a big, warm, happy hug. He kept talking about how grateful he was, and how much he loved what we had painted. I looked at my work from over his shoulder. A large brightly colored tree stood in the place of the crude words that were originally there. There were no leaves as we had no time to paint them. I got myself another idea and I politely pushed away from Mr. Gonzello. I talked to him about my idea and he lit up immediately. We agreed that I could start the day after tomorrow, seeing as it was Saturday, the weekend. I went home and began a part of my ultimate project at hand. This would be the best thing I’d ever done.

Starting from the early morning, I did the usual. Ate breakfast, took the fruits to the mother and her daughter, and headed off to school. Once I got to school, I began hanging up homemade posters I had made. Their purpose was to draw attention to my cause. Already, students were beginning to cluster around the newly hung posters. I passed a few out to incoming students, before I was called away at the ring of the first bell. James found the time to talk to me in art class that afternoon about the posters. I merely replied that it would be the biggest project yet, and I needed the help. He offered, just as he had last time. I wasn’t hesitant on my reply. I accepted.

School ended and I started completing some of my planned errands for the day. I grabbed some more paints to add to the ones we’d borrowed from earlier in the week. I then left to go place some posters around the city, in the places I knew where people would see them. I headed to the crosswalk to the mother and her daughter once more and dropped off more money. I waved goodbye to them and sped off to the back of the restaurant. I put the paint cans near the others we’d used before, that still had paint left in them. I waved to Mr. Gonzello, an excited smile plastered to my face. I raced back home to plan out a little bit more.

That Saturday, I stood outside Mr. Gonzello’s restaurant. I looked around at the many people huddled out together. It was a LOT of people. So much more than the last time we’d been here. They all held determined looks upon their faces as they awaited their jobs to be done. I started telling every individual, exactly what it was I wished for them to do. Luckily, everyone was pleased with what they were to do, and they almost instantly, jumped into their work. It was a beautiful sight. Watching everyone work together like this. I started my own work, at the trunk of the tree. In big, bold, letters, using the white paint, I wrote out the word, ‘Unity.’ I did some intricate designs sprouting out from around the letters to draw more attention to the word. Pretty soon, everyone had finished their task. Looking over the finished project, we all agreed it was perfect. Mr. Gonzello appeared from inside the restaurant, a large box that was nicely decorated was held firmly in his arms. The letters on the outside of the box spelled out a single sentence: “Donations for the Better.”  I slipped in a little bit of the remainder of my money into a slit in the top of the box, as a demonstration for the others to follow. Pretty soon, they all began to make their own small donations. Slipping in several different amounts of money. Another box, similar to the first was brought out and the letters this time, spelled out: “Good Deeds, Good Person.” There were small papers laid out in front of the box, next to some pens and pencils. I wrote down a few deeds I’d done, that I could remember and read them aloud for others to hear.

“I donate to others to help them in times of need. I painted over the once cold and harsh words, with a beautiful work of art, so that you feel no hurt when looking upon the wall. I hold the door open for those behind me, and I stood up to help others when they needed a helping hand. I made a better day, in hopes of a better tomorrow. I hope you will do the same, and more.” I signed my name off at the end of my reading aloud. The crowd cheered with joy. I created newfound hope, and happiness. Something I hadn’t originally been going for. You see… A man alone, can do only so much. A man with those who support and care for him, can do even more. Man is not gender specific. Women can do so much when they have help. You don’t stand above others in a ‘perfect’ world. You stand alongside them. When you lead others, you are not in control, you are their voice. You speak for their ideas, the ideas you all come up with together, and then you act on those ideas as a whole. If it doesn’t work out, you don’t give up. You get up, and try again. You know they’ll always have your back, just as my group had mine. We did something great. Something together. As a whole.

A few days passed, and again, the story hit the news and spread like wildfire throughout the city. Several people came to donate, and support us. Each day, more names and words were painted on the wall. These words, were kind, supportive, and enlightening. They spoke of the better, the nice, the true ‘perfect’ moments. The good deeds box was filled with several different small and kind deeds, the people of the city had done for others. The donations, full of money. I emptied it out into different bags, and had my team split up to deliver it to different organizations to help others in need. I took my portion to the mother and her daughter. I placed the bag in the mother’s arms. She looked so surprised at how much I handed to her. She and her daughter shed happy tears whilst embracing one another. I assumed they had enough to send her daughter to school. The mother shook my hand, she thanked me, again and again. She only stopped when her daughter tugged her away. She gave a look of apology, but I only laughed it off. It was so nice to know that I had helped someone who was desperately in need. I had made a change. A change that brought us one step closer to a ‘perfect’ world. The world, we live in together. Though there will never be a world rid of the bad, we have good to counter it. We paint the face of this world, just as we paint ourselves. When we are one, we create harmony… Unity.

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This story was longer than the others as I've noticed.... But it's certainly not a novel! I hope you all enjoyed reading this! I kept getting distracted while writing it... But, hope you all got the main idea of this story. Leave some feedback for me in the comments below! I'd really appreciate it. Hope you all have a good day! Buh-bye! 

"Limits" - A Short Writing Piece Written by KDawg The-BearSweg 

This one is a little different than the other writing I've offered out to you all. It's a note from me to anyone who has issues with gender identity, is self conscious, or really just needs to read something to brighten your day, this is certainly for you. It is also based on two different quotes. 

"The Only Limits That Exist Are The Ones In Your Own Mind." - Unknown.
"You Were Born To Be Real, Not Perfect." - Unknown.

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Have you ever felt constricted or tied to the gender role stereotypes? The ones that have only been accumulating as the many years have gone by since the day when man started roaming the earth. They only grew worse as time went on. Unjust, unfair, not right. Gender role stereotypes limit you to only go to certain heights. The women are to do all the housework, nourishing, and cleaning. The men are there to stand strong, defend the family, do all the ‘harder’ and more ‘masculine’ jobs. For a long time, only men were allowed to do any work outside the house. They were the only ones who could go to school. Sure, those walls are tipped now, but….. The stereotypes never died in our minds.

As much as we all hate it, the stereotypes will most likely be around forever. Humans are complex creatures that only try to make things more simple for themselves. We’d all like to deny that as well, but look around you. Technology grows to fit the needs, to make things more simple. We could certainly travel around without cars, but that never stopped us from inventing them. What drove us? Our complex simplicity mindframe. The invention came to support our need to get places faster, more efficiently. To make things more simple. And that’s how the stereotypes were formed.

There’s something called Xenophobia. The irrational fear or dislike of people from other countries. Then there is also Metathesiophobia, the irrational fear or dislike of change. Aside from those is Neophobia. The irrational fear or dislike of all things new. You may ask why I bring these three up? Might as well write all about them if I am to call them out like this. Well there is in fact, a reason. Stereotypes most likely were caused by the fear of not knowing. What I mean by this, is that our minds didn’t want to comprehend that not everything can just be generalised into different categories as we do with other specimen. And thus, we end up generalising humans.

From birth, guys and girls are already categorized. Girls are thought instantly to act more feminine. Pink, purple, frilly, soft clothes and decor. Butterflies and princesses. All things else considered ‘girly.’ Boys however, are paired with blue and red t-shirts, dinosaurs, cars, and pirate toys. Girls are taught as they grow up to be a ‘perfect’ woman. The stereotypical woman. Women ‘must’ wear dresses and skirts, make and serve food, and take care of children. The boys are taught to be strong, follow their fathers in their footsteps, and be the ‘man’ of the family.

Studies show that about 72% of girls feel that society today limits them in what they can and should do. Girls like me. I truly do feel that society limits us. Limits our potential. Limits who we are, and who we can be. Why am I writing this, you may ask. I’ll tell you, and I’ll tell you with utmost pride. I am proud to be a girl. I am proud to be who I am. I wouldn’t change any aspect of my life, or bend over backwards to fit the needs of society and what a ‘proper’ woman should be like. I like doing some things that guys are said to be ‘more qualified’ for. I’m here to speak my mind and speak out to all the women and girls who have confidence issues, feel like they should try to be more fit to what society wants, and this might include the guys as well… I say that you shouldn’t listen to anything media or society says you should be, cause they’re wrong. You’re the only one who gets to choose how to live your life. You decide who you are, and what you are. Don’t let others bring you down, just because you’re different. Be proud of who and what you are. I don’t want you to think of me as repeating this as cliche, but as it’s the absolute truth. I want you to take into account my every word that I have written. This piece of writing was meant for you, and you alone. There are no limits to greatness, talent, personality. There is no limit to YOU.

You are amazing. You are special. You are who you are, and you are loved. Even if you think that no one else around you cares about you, think again. Some people have trouble speaking their minds, and that’s okay! Do not be afraid to ask. If you don’t ask, the answer will always be no. Don’t be afraid to share your mind with someone you feel can be trusted. Sharing your mind can help relieve you of stress. It shouldn’t add more to the weight. I hope you have truly thought over this short message, and I mean, deeply. I’ll leave you on one final note… You are unlimited. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Keep smiling, and be happy. Have a good day.

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This one was based personally on more of my own opinion. I am not forcing anyone to agree with what I say, but it really is a matter that the people of today struggle more with. Social media can really tear you apart, and I just want to let you all know that with whatever you might be dealing with, you aren't alone. You can always talk to me, or a trusted friend or  family member. You are cared for, and I really mean that. Feel free to leave a comment! Thanks for reading! 

"Birdcage" - A Short Story Written by KDawg The-BearSweg 

Based on the quote: "Your Life Does Not Get Better by Chance. It Gets Better by Change." - Jim Rohn

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I’m always trapped by my feelings. The fear, the anxiety. I’m being held hostage by the little voices inside my head, that tell me I’m not important or special. I sit alone in the metal cage. The bars of my imprisonment surround me. Ruthless and unforgiving. I sit in the dark as the cloak over the sturdy structure falls limply over the bars, keeping any light from reaching me. My fear blinds me.

I hear only the laughter and sneering of the many shadows that surround my enclosure. When I call out for help, they only laugh more. When I try to ask to be let out, a hostile figure would bang on the metal rods and yell. I couldn’t hear what he said over the sound of my sobbing.

The darkness is strangling me. The shadows are breaking me. I just want to be… Free. I sit and await a fate to come, but it never does. The ominous feeling still won’t leave me. I’m afraid to look under the cloak and face those outside. Thus, I remain confined to the cage.

Help me... Help me... Don’t you understand? It hurts me. Not physically, but deep down inside. The salty tears that continually stain my face, don’t appear to be coming to an end. I wish someone would help me. I wish there was someone who’d understand.

I lay on the floor of my prison. Head resting on the cold metal. I want SOMETHING to happen. ANYTHING at all. Just stop this torture. It’s tearing me apart. Why have I lasted so long, trapped in this cage? I wait and wait. The sounds of laughter continue. The sneering and giggles, taught and mock me. The veil that is the cloak, is my only boundary between me and them. Curiosity has always jerked at me. Telling me to take a look out from under my fears. To get past. But I simply shake it off. I tell myself that it’s not as simple as that. I don’t understand.

My fate still has not met me, and I’m beginning to think this is where I shall be. Forever. A terrible fate, indeed. I can’t stand it. I figure things can’t get any worse than this. My voices continue to argue within me. The quarrels only get more noisy as I try to block them out. Finally, I just can’t take it. This fate that has befallen me... I don’t care about it anymore. I stomp off to one side of the cage. The once bickering voices within, were now screaming for me to stop. I ignore them and continue my pursuit. I reach out into the dark until I feel a coarse fabric brush against my fingertips. Gripping it tightly, I pull down hard. The rough cloak slides off with a little bit more coaxing. The light hits my eyes hard, and I have to momentarily cover my face. The voices have stopped altogether.

I remove my hands and blink in surprise. The world around the cage was not as I expected at all. It was... peaceful. Bright. Happy…? The door of the cage stood ahead of me, and I stepped back a step or two. I noticed a small keyhole, and was instantly discouraged. I returned to the center of the cage and sat down. I had no key. There was no escaping.

I rested on the floor of the newly lit enclosure. The peaceful silence was definitely a nice change. But now, I felt lonely. The change made everything different. It made me wonder. Where where the people or things in which the laughs and giggles belonged to? They were out there…. Free. Something I wanted to be, too. How had they received their freedom? Were they already free? Or did they escape the cage too? Why would they laugh at me? Why wouldn’t they help me? The questions that now swam in my head, replaced that of the voices. I couldn’t tell if I preferred the questions I couldn’t answer, or the forever arguing voices.

It may have been just about the same. Feeling annoyed. I decided to try and do what I did with the voices. I marched up to the door with my new found confidence. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, and as I neared the door my confidence faded. What did I expect it to do? Open for me and let me out? Ridiculous. But, since I came over here anyways, I made up my mind as to touch the door. Giving it a light shove, to my utter surprise, it swung right open. Bewildered and confused beyond belief, I stood with my mouth agap. I moved a step out past the door frame and was greeted by a jolly group of people. I opened my mouth, but quickly shut it. I still couldn’t believe what was happening. My fears of speaking to others returned… but the people looked so nice! I whispered a request for help. The people turned to me, and smiled. They nodded and led me to an arch. Staring up at the brilliant structure with awe, I pass under it and am flooded with overflowing warmth and light.

I wake up to a bright, sky blue room. I slip out of the fluffy bed and move over to the mirror. I see my reflection staring back at me. I smile and it smiles back. My hair is messy, and I look tired, but my eyes are bright. The voices within my head have returned. But this time, they tell me, “You look beautiful.” …..I’m free.

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Alrighty then. This story was although, based on a quote... it was also based on a conversation me and had while playing the game Animal Jam. She actually goes through having anxiety and is pretty much all I'm basing this off of. I know nothing of how anxiety works.... So please, nothing rude about that, alright? This was just meant to be entertaining. Thanks for reading! Give some feedback. I always enjoy some good comments! Hope you enjoyed!