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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 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