There is hope
in death.I.
My bond with death
never diedhe tried to kill me so many times;
lock me away, hush me silent forever
stifle me with your ivory soul
poison me with your allelopathic venom
drown me in your mental chloroform
(you cannot fool me, i know it's mercy) - but death was my friend
i survived.I learnt to pray:
there is hope
in death,
there is hope,
in stillness.II. And still I was
too scared not to startle
death awaydecay
dripped slowly from the ceiling
black fungi
will leave me whole
fill the hole in mei was born there
in darknessthere is hope
in death
i praymy bond with her on its deathsbed
i should be shedding tears, but...
Todoroki's Confusion by ForeverEvanescent, literature
Literature
Todoroki's Confusion
Todoroki’s Confusion Mei Hatsume was going over the blueprints for her next invention, or ‘baby’ as she called them in the UA workshop. She had all the materials on her desk, and was ready to start, before she heard the door to the workshop open. Thinking it was someone who needed help with their costume, Hatsume hurried to the door.“Welcome to the UA workshop, I’ll be happy to…” Hatsume started before seeing the student was Shoto Todoroki, who she saw only once. When she tried and have lunch with her new boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, a couple of days ago. She had heard from Midoriya that Todoroki didn’t believe that Bakugo could have a girlf...
Beauty and the beast by IAmTheFortress, literature
Literature
Beauty and the beast
half-truths creep through the half-light
yet again im forced to suppress
the beast in me
just to see a glimpse
of a beauty in youi need you 'cause i love you
you want me because you need me
no, this is not symmetricaland dont lie to me about
pity being able to break
the spelli dont need your
ambivalence
i dont need
insecurity
and your innuendos sharp as the bladei lack patience
and its a thousanth time you have slipped
through my fingers
like sand in a hourglassperhaps the spell was never cast
and we're just another species
beauties and the beasts
dont pair up
in real lifeallowing you here was never
a good idea.
i am the war- -locked
chaos stocked
compressed inside of the blackholesuppression
makes me whole
there’s a magic within me
potential energy
of withholdingthere is no power
greater than this
like an accumulator
forever and ever chargingbut am i still
the one to cast the spell
unpack the hell
let myself
choke on combustionor is it
blocked
cemented like the grave
has my experience become
a monument of greatnessa requiem for my actions;
hush, hush away your spark
do not ignite me
the heat will scatter
me
away.
Rei’s Home Sayoko.Sayoko.Sayoko.I say that name over and over again so that I can get used to it. As long as I can remember, I’ve been going by Rei. That’s been my name for so long, that it was not feasible that it would not be my real name. While my last name, Ayanami, was correct, my first name wasn’t Rei. My parents named me Sayoko.That’s right, according to Dr. Akagi, I was not artificially created. I was actually adopted by NERV themselves. While Dr. Akagi did not tell me why my parents gave me up for adoption, Dr. Akagi gave me directions to where my parents still lived after fifteen years. Apparently, Dr. Akagi knew my mother from t...
Soul Heroes: Introduction by ForeverEvanescent, literature
Literature
Soul Heroes: Introduction
Soul Heroes “Alright everyone, settle down so we can begin,” Professor Shouta Aizawa said to his class, Class 1A, who were all out on the training field, raised eyebrows on nearly all of their faces.“Uhh…Mr. Aizawa, I thought we were supposed to be studying for our tests. Why are we out on the training field?” electricity quirk user Denki Kamanari asked. A few students nodded and mumbled in agreement, also curious as to the reason for this sudden lesson.“Well, we were going to save physical training until after the written exams, but we got a special call from another school, who agreed to lend us some of their most powerful students for s...
Black Hole There he was
Leaning on the wall in a dark alleyway
His black overcoat wet from the recent rainstorm
Hands in his pockets while he surveyed the streetsThe night was dark with only the stars and road lamps lighting the way
The light showed the man’s greasy long hair, black as the night
His eyes were blue as the ocean
But the look he was giving was anything but calmingYou may be asking yourself
What is this man doing?
Standing in the rain
In the middle of the nightHe was looking for his next victim
He loved the suffering and pain he inflicted on people
This would be his 3rd this week
And it would be just as violent and bloody as t...
Happy Birthday, Bakugo! by ForeverEvanescent, literature
Literature
Happy Birthday, Bakugo!
Happy Birthday, Bakugo! Katsuki Bakugo was lying down in his bed, sleeping after a long day of training. However, a few hours after he fell asleep, the door to his room opened, and he felt something crawl into his bed. He opened his eyes and looked under the covers. When he did, he sighed and took the blanket off of him and his visitor. The visitor was his girlfriend, Mei Hatsume, who was wide awake and had a present box in her hand.“Mei? What’re you doing in my room? It’s 3 in the morning,” Bakugo mumbled, his eyes only half open.“I wanted to give you your birthday present,” Hatsume responded, pushing the present into Bakugo’s face.“My bi...
I hate my looks, big nose with wart, claw like hands, white hair I am so ugly! I always been that way since I was a kid. Teased and tormented, called a witch. Got pushed in the mud. Honey in the hair, you name a mean thing and it had been done to me, probably. It was plain awful, and I felt really bad about myself because of the things done to me. If I could look pretty, that would be so great I thought to myself.
One day, I decided to go exploring in the spooky part of the forest. It wasn't like anyone would miss me after all. My own mother didn't love me, she left when I was about six years old and before then she always said stuff like, how did I get such an ugly child? It wrenched my heart, really.
My father didn't really take care of me, he just let me do what I wanted and gave me food so I wouldn't starve. He didn't really care for me either. I was really skinny because he hardly made me food. It was hard life for me. Ugly and uncared for, it would be nice to meet someone
In Boston, where the brave did fight, Where men in battle stood with might, A place of honor they shall gain, A pub where stories they shall regale. But as they gather, their hearts so heavy, They are feel a bit teary, For all they have is this one place, A pub where they'll forever grace. But deep inside, they can't help but wonder, Is this all they'll ever get, just thunder from pints, In a pub where memories are shared, Of battles fought, as bean counters take their share. So let us build this pub with care, A place where they can always share, Their memories and their pride, In Boston, where they fought and died. And though it's sad, they'll make the best, Of what they have, despite the rest, A pub where heroes can take a seat, And share their stories, proud and neat.For those who fought, we'll raise a toast, To men who bravely stood the ghost, Of war and strife, their spirits high, In Boston, where they'll never die.
“I want to start a princess school.” Kemo said, as we sat by the fire musing about things. “A what? Just what will be taught at this school?” Kali wondered was was going in Kemo's head. “Well, things princesses aren't normally taught. Fighting, protecting yourself from bad guys, you know stuff like that.” Kemo picked up a stick and swished it about. “I would give them skills they really need.” “Ok, so how are we going to find someone who is willing to go to this school?” Kali looked at him scratching her head. It wasn't like princesses were around in droves. “Well use your powers to take us to one, of course!” he said like that was the obvious thing to do. “You know around you, my powers go wrong. We might end up with an orc princess who really doesn't need to learn those skills.” Kali sighed, shaking her head. “Come on, live a little. What is the worst that could happen?” he gives a winning smile. With Kemo, that question had a million answers! “Don't you remember the
I tried to get him back, but when I did my powers seemed to mess up. Taking me to the wrong time period, or even different realities. I been skipping forwards and backwards in time at random, it's just a mess! I wasn't sure what to do about it.
I really want Steve back, but it seems time isn't letting me have him. I wonder what I did to make the time god upset at me. I prayed, tried to get answers but nothing came. I felt so lost, I guess I should just forget about him. He is the first guy I ever loved, my sister Zemfira was always popular and the one to get friends. Me, I just was shy and stayed back.
I didn't think I would find someone else, since I had trouble talking to people. So, I just took care of my sister's kids and tried to be content with a life as a glorified baby sitter. I wasn't the type that really needed a boyfriend, it was good when I had one though. Sometimes, I still tried to look for him and my powers went bad.
When I went out, I met a bunny guy who
Mother Knows Daughter, Mother Knows Best by MaggotsX, literature
Literature
Mother Knows Daughter, Mother Knows Best
Mother Knows Daughter, Mother Knows Best
3 A.M. overdose: Mother
inexpertly fingers a daughter's throat-tough love-
, while she waits for the ambulance
to arrive; Mother expects
the same pink pills, pills she herself keeps
in a familiar plastic medicine box; Tears a hindrance,
calm and collected, she pokes
at a void-mouth-throat brimming with heavy
darkness-depression, a grave meal of heartache,
a despair memory mind-flood that has
past her own lips, past - a singular thought
like bubblegum-sticky, she did swallow, child-like
- like her child - when the famine first lived,
lived in her own belly, always hungry -
calcified and hardened to a daily crust of bread - stale.
Mother knows best. Mother knows
the girl on the dirty bed-sheets
does not know. She does not know,
not know yet, not yet know
how to live it, how to eat this pain.
Not yet. Oh no, she can not swallow, not yet -
She only knows how to eat her pills.
Just like Mother,
but Mother knows best.
MaggotsX @ 01.17.2023
It is the distant future of May 2022 the place is Houston Texas a city under siege from crime and corporation all intent on the destroying Freedom and Justice. Elon Musk works tirelessly to destroy the lives of innocent people. Criminals from around the world are preparing to descend on the city in massive crime wave. One man stands with HCAR in hand stands ready to defend his city from the Tesla tech take over.
As the neon lights of Houston's bustling cityscape flicker to life, our hero Max Alpha emerges HCAR in hand from his Merkur XR4ti, ready to take on the criminal elements paid by Bozos to threaten the heart of the city. With his rugged charm and unwavering determination, Max is the only man who can defend freedom.
Meanwhile at Elon Musk’s headquartered in Austin was a man with the plan. He stood before his fellow corrupt wealthy degenerates at a sumptuous feast of cocaine and prostitutes raised his hand and said, “I've got a bold plan to revolutionize the way we sell Teslas
Confusion, I wish you would go away. Something is going on here, not sure what it is today. One minute I am a demon, racking up souls the other is myself, not feeling whole. I was trapped inside her, she was free. I freed her from the runes on the wall you see.
When I was awake, I saw hr grab my child, and believe me my reaction wasn't mind. She took him, and the man who saved me sent her away. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but I saw now he was safe in my arms. I thanked the man, as I held my son tight. I didn't remember what I did when I was took over, I know I didn't do good.
I feel so guilty. I always tried my best. Now I try to do better in my job as a healer, and do what I should. I pray to heal the people I hurt. I trust my goddess to take me to them and make up for what I did. They seem forgiving, but can I forgive myself? Dreams of corrupting souls haunt my dreams. It felt like a part of me that was missing was found. Was that really me? I think these things and go to
“Right this way sir” Chrys grimaced as he stepped into the store. Soot clung to the walls of the tiny room and cobwebs hung from the ceiling waving slightly in the breeze blowing from the open door. A small stove was placed in the corner, giving the place little light and heat. Chrys was confused. According to the newspaper, this was supposed to be the best body shop in Coalembersteam Town. This was far from his expectations. Then again, the newspaper was at least ten years old... Chrys wasn’t here to window shop. If he was, he would have gone to Walley’s Windows across the street. Chrys was a Light luminon looking for a new suit...
I knew he couldn't really love me. I mean my own mother didn't. Looked too much like the father that left her before I was born. Kept blaming me for the hard life we had. This life in the dungeon started with me getting into things I shouldn't. All because I was hungry for attention, any kind of attention. Got in the wrong crowd. How I started killing was an accident, but I liked how it felt. Power over life. I just kind of well...went a bit crazy with it.
Then unfortunately, I got caught. Stayed in the dungeon hanging on the wall with no hope of getting out, and nobody to talk to. Yet, after a while the darkness and the loneliness seemed ...
A flower
such a small thing
just a speck of dust
compared to us.
But humans are so fascinated by them
intoxicated by their smell
braiding them into garlands and crowns
decorating ourselves with them
fascinated by their beauty
we let their thorns stab us
just for a small whiff of there scent
we use them as a sign of affection
children pluck them
we find joy from something so small...
so simple
so fragile.
so why is it
that when we enjoy them so,
we kill them daily.
when we make perfumes
or crowns
bouquets
when we give them to our lovers.
When we break the stem
we kill them
and only prolong there pain by setting them in vase's
Yet... they li...
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