Tears. It's as simple as that. It's the worst thing I've ever seen. Streaming down your own face as you stare into the mirror. Streaming doing the face of your friend whose father has just passed away. Welling in the eyes of a hungry child, sitting on the corner of some street. Streaming down the eyes of the hurt, broken, lonely, embarrassed, abandoned, disappointed, depressed, the sad. To know that reaching out and wiping them away will only temporarily fix the problem before more come. To see tears you can't fix. You can only console. To see their broken eyes through the teary wells.

There is something amazing about being free. It's like you could fly away into a place so distant. Your feet are grounded but your heart is in the sky. It's a feeling that only comes a few moments in a lifetime, if that. Such a contentness in a moment that your a complete new person. Sometimes it occurs in the middle of the day, in a street full of people. Or staring off into the distant beauty of nature while on a bushwalk. Or sometimes it's in the middle of the night, when your on your own. Swinging on an old playground, rusted and fading. Swinging so high, you feel like your flying. Not a soul around to haunt you or tear you down. It's just you in a world of possibilty. of bright future. And it's in that moment where freedom is felt. Freedom.

I believe that attraction is unstoppable. It's a chemical reaction in the brain, scientifically speaking. You can't help it, you can't stop it. So in that reasoning, I believe it is normal and acceptable. However when it comes to having children/adopting I think there should be a boundary purely because biologically it's not natural. Also, I believe each child should have female and male parental influence. So for that reason, I think the LGBTQ community is fine so long as they don't heavily enforce there opinions on others and as wrong as it sounds, stick away from being parents. I mean this in the least offensive way possible, but that's just my opinion

Alexander stretched out her hand towards the bright light, wondering if she could grasp it within her hands. Whatever it was, it held no shape or form, and the light slipped through her fingers. All Alexander was left with was her sweaty palms, cut and beaten like they were before, and a fading light, disappearing further into the night.

"Wait!"

She rose to her feet, pushing up against the rough ground. She started stumbling forward, first a light jog, followed by a lengthy sprint. She chased the light, refusing to let it leave her sight. Alexander had no idea where it would lead her but she did know that a sense of comfort emanated of it. As it began to fade further away into the night, Alexander let out a struggled cry.

"Stop"

It did not. The light moved further away until it was completely out of sight. Alexander stopped running and stayed rooted to the spot. The early rising sun began to lighten the sky. Despite the orange tint coming into the sky, it was still dark. Too dark for her to see even the trees in front of her. Now she was lost in the middle of nowhere, her company now miles behind. Tempted to yell out again, Alexander refused, knowing her cries could attract something more than her friends. Alexander wondered where to go, if she continued forward she might find the exit, and could finally see civilization again. Then again, she had no guarantee that she was even going the way. Perhaps backtracking would allow her to find her friends. Then again, she could get more lost within the vast woods. Undecided She stayed in the spot. That was until she heard a spine-chilling growl come from behind some trees. Alexader froze. Not daring to turn around, not daring to move.

There is something unsettling about not being able to relax. Like a ticking bomb that just keeps going. Tick, tick, tick. You can’t stop the emotions, you can’t stop the thoughts, you can’t even stop your bouncing foot, as it moves up and down. It portrays your inner feelings, how anxious and uncomfortable you are, and it’s impossible to stop. Almost impossible. The only thing you want, you crave is peace. To just be still and content in a moment. But peace, it doesn’t come. Instead it grows more desirable each and every day. And so, the best thing to do is sleep. Sleep is easy, sleep is peaceful. Yet it’s not. There’s something unsettling about sleep, knowing you will wake up again, and peace won’t be there to great you in the morning. Peace, that is what is desirable.

I know the feeling of hatred, digging into the back of my head, as I lean forward. I know how each and everyone person around me is judging me. Harshly. I sometimes wish there was an easier way to live, without the judgement. Still, despite the bitterness flooding the room I take a bite. I allow the sweet, juicy and succulant flavour to fill my mouth, and I'm overfilled with joy. This pure bliss can not be dampened by the echoing of voices around the room, slowly getting louder. Despite what you all say pineapple does belong on pizza.

Having the ability to write, to create a complete world inside your head, and write it onto paper is an incredible gift. That is why my go-to genre is fantasy. You can build, create, design whole worlds. You can have anything you think up, come true. And not only is it a truly amazing journey for the author, but it also inspires readers. It ignites their creativity, their imagination, and their own version of fantasy. And the most incredable thing is, everyone has the ability to create there own world. That is why I mostly choose to write with the genre of fantasy.