An entry to Roses and Chocolates. Won 6th place, and 1st place in Brian Powell's rankings
Rated R for Language, Sexual Content, and Violence
Finally…
It took me ten painful, teary years, but tonight, I have granted my heart’s supreme desire. Ever since I saw that idiotic fool ten years ago, I knew my heart would never find another like him. His beautiful black hair, like artificial silk—not quite as good as the real kind. That adorable smile, the cute unbearable…tinyness, he was just my little doll that I wanted to cuddle. We were only ten at the time; it was a simple childish crush, but it soon grew to a passionate love that only grew stronger with time.
I lied through my teeth every time I claimed to hate him and every time I assured the only reason I walked by his side was to get back my stupid bike. Screw the bike, I wanted that bod! Of course, he had not much to offer back then, but as the years traveled and we matured, I truly did find new feelings for him. As Brock would constantly remind us, our feelings were blatantly obvious, but as stupid children do, we rejected and ignored them. And today, that rejection is the greatest regret of my life. So many lost years…but it does not matter now! He is mine now, and that is all that matters!
Thoughts aside, I turn off the water fountain and spit out the remaining paste from my mouth. Clutching my pink slip closely, I take a deep breath and march out of the tiny bathroom and back into the messy bedroom. I had not much to offer him, for I had been struggling financially ever since the gym was reformed with new leaders. It was barely the size of one of his closets and was strewn with clothes and paper; I could swear that it was a bra hanging from the dusty ceiling fan. My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment at how filthy the setting for the greatest moment of my life was. Even the bed was a cheap hundred dollar mattress with a single unwashed bed sheet. The only spot of beauty in the entire room was the sprawled, sleeping body of Ash Ketchum, love of my life.
In the broiling summer heat, he wore nothing but a pair of white Luvdisc boxers. Damn, that cute butt… Sweat inched down every inch of his dark tan body, dampening the bed with his pure essence. I vow to NEVER wash those sheets again. A warm, tingling sensation of ecstasy trembles throughout my skin as my mind thinks of lying with him once more. When in the prison of his chiseled arms, I feel not even the jagged claws of Rayquaza could tear us apart from each other now. I needed him and he needed me, ever since we were children. We couldn’t bear the thought of being apart.
Not even the super-endowed whore, May Maple, could destroy our love. Again
A sharp pain sears through my head at the thought of that bitch, a razor-blade leaving a clean cut. The image of her perfectly, young face, complete with the shiny eyes, the cascade of milky brown hair, and cock-asphyxiated throat just makes me want to vomit—preferably all over her. I loath her with my every being. She was a disgrace to women everyone, ensnaring men in her web of large breasts and lolicon sex appeal. Because of their cursed second head, straight men had no choice but to fall for her curse and it was up to their true lovers to free them. Ash had once fallen for her, but it mattered not! He was mine now…
Another cut grows fresh in my mind, and I quickly think of my memories of Ash instead, rather than wasting precious thoughts on that cum-guzzling bimbo. I think of Ash and I working together to conquer Team Rocket; I think of playfully splashing each other in pools; I thought of that day in the Orange Islands, when I realized who it was that I loved…
Rather than excruciating anger, I feel the delightful warmth ripple through my blood once more. Pulling on one of the small cords of the dusty fan, I crawl into the bed at last, unable to restrain myself, wrapping my arms around Ash’s bare chest and entwining my legs with his. If orgasmic was the word to describe my dreams of this moment, I don’t think any adjective could possibly illustrate the flames of lust blazing in my blood. Alas, this was not the Fairy Tale life I expected us to have: no castle, no fancy canopy bed, and I was nowhere close to as beautiful as I should have been.
Again, it was her fault.
Because of my incompetent sisters, I was forced to leave my dear Ash’s side just when our love was beginning to unravel in order to save our gym from reformation. I don’t know why I even bothered to go; it was just delaying the very inevitable… My pathetic sisters couldn’t win a pokemon battle to save their life. They were the type that would order a thunderbolt against a Golem. I managed to pull the gym out of the dregs of the Ten Worst Gyms in the country, and stabilized it to the point where I could leave it in my sisters’ hands, and so I eagerly returned to meet Ash once more.
When I first left, we talked at least four times a week. But then, she joined his group, unable to journey on her own, the little clueless princess. At first, I didn’t mind much of it, she reminded me of a young him. Months passed like seconds and I no longer heard his voice as much as I used to. When I met him, I saw the curse for myself. He kept looking at her. He loved her. She was ensnaring him. I left. Then those months turned into years, and I was lucky if I could even talk to him at all.
As his soul-mate, it was my duty to save him from her. I failed miserably. For this failure, I did not deserve Ash. He should have never taken me back. I am scum. Filthy, slimy scum.
I notice that I’m out of Ash’s embrace and sobbing on the floor. My head is bleeding profusely now. It’s everywhere, the bright scarlet horror. I wipe it away with my hands, but more keeps flowing.
“She’s gone now, Mist…He’s all yours…” I keep reassuring myself, but my bloody tears won’t stop. I take a deep breath and crawl over to my nightstand, snatching a bottle of tiny pink pills from the surface. Without water, I swallow half the bottle dry. The relief is almost instant, a euphoria of numbness. It feels as if hot wax has plastered my entire soul, nothing can penetrate it, nor leave it. Excuse me, I spoke a fallacy.
Love
My everlasting love for Ash Ketchum can escape from it. Nothing can stop my love for Ash Ketchum.
Mustering up all of my energy, I crawl back onto the bed with a half-grin. I’m beginning to feel dizzy, but the good kind of dizzy. A giddy sort of dizzy. Not as powerfully as before, I hold Ash. I could lie on the bed forever staring at Ash’s back and holding his soft stomach, but I needed to sleep. We had an eternity to spend together, and I didn’t want to spend it exhausted.
My eyes close, with Ash’s beautiful, muscled back painted on my eyelids. I drift to sleep quickly, and Ash joins me there as well. We dance in the meadow. His large hand is around my waist as we move in circles. We swim nude in the ocean. The water is light as a cloud as we drift together in the currents. We’re angels flying through the open skies. Our wings beat synchronized; we cut through the clouds. The ring. The shining white diamond comes flying through the sky, stabbing me, plunging a foot long wound deep into my heart. I bleed again, gasping for air as I drop from Ash’s grip. The last thing I see is the bloody diamond, twinkling malevolently in the sun.
My eyes open with a snap. It’s gone. Both the physical and spiritual. Memories flood back. But I am unable to respond, shielded by my hardened soul.
He is nineteen. I am twenty. We haven’t talked in three years. I moved on, I would think of him time to time, but I learned to live with his absence. Until the day I turned on the television. It was the Indigo League Finals, Ash Ketchum and Kara Mathers. I played close attention to the battle, silently cheering my lover on.
He lost. His Pikachu could just not overcome her Electabuzz. I cried for him, but the worse came next. He was being interviewed….with a woman by his side. She wore no bra, the filthy slut. But my eyes then glanced at her hands…a ring. A large, diamond ring. My breath disappeared. Then, I heard those words.
“My wife…May Maple…”
I almost died that day. The noose snapped at the last second. The light had vanished, but with a single puff of breath from some hideous paramedic it returned.
I was reborn.
I refused to be weak any longer, I knew what I needed, and that vile beast was keeping it from me.
For many years I remained idle as my life was ripped apart by the jaws of May Maple. I would reclaim my life in the next two weeks. I would get my revenge on May Maple.
Struggling valiantly, a smile gently curled on my lips. My eyes shone maniacally. Finally, happy thoughts flooded.
I don’t remember how I got her to come to the house. I just remembered waiting for her, the dagger hidden in my sleeve. I gave her three seconds after she entered the door, and I shut it tight behind her.
The first blow pierced her right breast. I heaved it and blood and silicon sprayed all over my front. She shrieked with all her might. How I enjoyed that cry. The cry of a demon. She never expected what I did to her; she never got time to accept her impending death. All she knew was agony. Agony as she felt what she had done to me.
She lifted her hands and begged an end, cowering into the corner. I sliced several finger tips clean off. She looked down at them in terror, as my floor turned even more scarlet. She tried sucking on them to stop the blood. As if they were among of the thousand cocks she eagerly slurped. The next slash sliced across her wrists and her hands fell limply to her side. She sobbed “why?” so many times. I was nice enough to give her an answer.
“Because you stole what was mine.”
I then sliced the throat. She died shortly after.
Her carcass lay sprawled across my floor; the blood splattered across the walls, drenched the carpets, and stained my hands. As I lift my own hands in remembrance I can see a faint pink that wouldn’t wash out. A hoarse laugh escapes from my throat.
Ash arrived a few days later, after I called him telling him I had information on his wife. He did not remember me on the phone. May was safely stuffed in a garbage bag in my tiny fridge (I did have to remove a few limbs). I tried my best to clean off the blood for Ash’s arrival, but in the end I simply covered it with furniture and paintings.
He came looking frantic; I wore my best blue dress and lipstick. When he saw me, he still did not remember me. He repeatedly asked me about his enchantress, I kept telling him to wait. I gave him a glass of fresh orange juice; my poor lover was so sweaty and tired. I sat him down and told him everything. From my love to my sin.
He could not process what had happened, he simply stared into space. His wife was dead, and he was about to move onto a new lover. He turned out to be a bit more difficult than I anticipated. I tried to hold his hand, but he jerked it away. He called me many hurtful names. Some of the worst included “bitch” and “lunatic.”
I simply sighed. I partially expected this. What he didn’t know was that I had given up on my dreams. When he married May, their souls became one. He was cursed forever; it was the biggest mistake of his life. Murdering May was not enough, a part of her still crept within him. There was only one way to destroy that part once and for all.
He looked down at his empty orange juice glass in horror. He understood.
And now my Ash Ketchum lies besides me. He cannot move or speak, but it matters not. Kissing every inch of his skin was enough for me, what is important is what awaited next. His soul lingers close by, freed from the bindings of May Maple. He is waiting for me, his soul mate. We would spend eternity together. I can’t help but look down at his beautiful body pitifully. He had great potential in this world, but as his soul mate, I needed to make sure he experienced his full potential. And he could only do that with me.
I did not want to wait any longer. I would spend eternity with Ash.
I turn to the nightstand where a large glass of orange juice stood. Taking a deep breath, I drank it in one gulp. Not wanting to waste anytime, I embrace Ash once more. I turn him so that I could see his beautiful face, with the sole exception of those awful blue lips. I wrap my arms around his back and place his arms around mine.
Resting my head against his shoulders, I sleep.
This piece was inspired by A Rose For Emily and The Jilting of Granny Weatherall
Rated R for Language, Sexual Content, and Violence
As I lay with Ash
Finally…
It took me ten painful, teary years, but tonight, I have granted my heart’s supreme desire. Ever since I saw that idiotic fool ten years ago, I knew my heart would never find another like him. His beautiful black hair, like artificial silk—not quite as good as the real kind. That adorable smile, the cute unbearable…tinyness, he was just my little doll that I wanted to cuddle. We were only ten at the time; it was a simple childish crush, but it soon grew to a passionate love that only grew stronger with time.
I lied through my teeth every time I claimed to hate him and every time I assured the only reason I walked by his side was to get back my stupid bike. Screw the bike, I wanted that bod! Of course, he had not much to offer back then, but as the years traveled and we matured, I truly did find new feelings for him. As Brock would constantly remind us, our feelings were blatantly obvious, but as stupid children do, we rejected and ignored them. And today, that rejection is the greatest regret of my life. So many lost years…but it does not matter now! He is mine now, and that is all that matters!
Thoughts aside, I turn off the water fountain and spit out the remaining paste from my mouth. Clutching my pink slip closely, I take a deep breath and march out of the tiny bathroom and back into the messy bedroom. I had not much to offer him, for I had been struggling financially ever since the gym was reformed with new leaders. It was barely the size of one of his closets and was strewn with clothes and paper; I could swear that it was a bra hanging from the dusty ceiling fan. My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment at how filthy the setting for the greatest moment of my life was. Even the bed was a cheap hundred dollar mattress with a single unwashed bed sheet. The only spot of beauty in the entire room was the sprawled, sleeping body of Ash Ketchum, love of my life.
In the broiling summer heat, he wore nothing but a pair of white Luvdisc boxers. Damn, that cute butt… Sweat inched down every inch of his dark tan body, dampening the bed with his pure essence. I vow to NEVER wash those sheets again. A warm, tingling sensation of ecstasy trembles throughout my skin as my mind thinks of lying with him once more. When in the prison of his chiseled arms, I feel not even the jagged claws of Rayquaza could tear us apart from each other now. I needed him and he needed me, ever since we were children. We couldn’t bear the thought of being apart.
Not even the super-endowed whore, May Maple, could destroy our love. Again
A sharp pain sears through my head at the thought of that bitch, a razor-blade leaving a clean cut. The image of her perfectly, young face, complete with the shiny eyes, the cascade of milky brown hair, and cock-asphyxiated throat just makes me want to vomit—preferably all over her. I loath her with my every being. She was a disgrace to women everyone, ensnaring men in her web of large breasts and lolicon sex appeal. Because of their cursed second head, straight men had no choice but to fall for her curse and it was up to their true lovers to free them. Ash had once fallen for her, but it mattered not! He was mine now…
Another cut grows fresh in my mind, and I quickly think of my memories of Ash instead, rather than wasting precious thoughts on that cum-guzzling bimbo. I think of Ash and I working together to conquer Team Rocket; I think of playfully splashing each other in pools; I thought of that day in the Orange Islands, when I realized who it was that I loved…
Rather than excruciating anger, I feel the delightful warmth ripple through my blood once more. Pulling on one of the small cords of the dusty fan, I crawl into the bed at last, unable to restrain myself, wrapping my arms around Ash’s bare chest and entwining my legs with his. If orgasmic was the word to describe my dreams of this moment, I don’t think any adjective could possibly illustrate the flames of lust blazing in my blood. Alas, this was not the Fairy Tale life I expected us to have: no castle, no fancy canopy bed, and I was nowhere close to as beautiful as I should have been.
Again, it was her fault.
Because of my incompetent sisters, I was forced to leave my dear Ash’s side just when our love was beginning to unravel in order to save our gym from reformation. I don’t know why I even bothered to go; it was just delaying the very inevitable… My pathetic sisters couldn’t win a pokemon battle to save their life. They were the type that would order a thunderbolt against a Golem. I managed to pull the gym out of the dregs of the Ten Worst Gyms in the country, and stabilized it to the point where I could leave it in my sisters’ hands, and so I eagerly returned to meet Ash once more.
When I first left, we talked at least four times a week. But then, she joined his group, unable to journey on her own, the little clueless princess. At first, I didn’t mind much of it, she reminded me of a young him. Months passed like seconds and I no longer heard his voice as much as I used to. When I met him, I saw the curse for myself. He kept looking at her. He loved her. She was ensnaring him. I left. Then those months turned into years, and I was lucky if I could even talk to him at all.
As his soul-mate, it was my duty to save him from her. I failed miserably. For this failure, I did not deserve Ash. He should have never taken me back. I am scum. Filthy, slimy scum.
I notice that I’m out of Ash’s embrace and sobbing on the floor. My head is bleeding profusely now. It’s everywhere, the bright scarlet horror. I wipe it away with my hands, but more keeps flowing.
“She’s gone now, Mist…He’s all yours…” I keep reassuring myself, but my bloody tears won’t stop. I take a deep breath and crawl over to my nightstand, snatching a bottle of tiny pink pills from the surface. Without water, I swallow half the bottle dry. The relief is almost instant, a euphoria of numbness. It feels as if hot wax has plastered my entire soul, nothing can penetrate it, nor leave it. Excuse me, I spoke a fallacy.
Love
My everlasting love for Ash Ketchum can escape from it. Nothing can stop my love for Ash Ketchum.
Mustering up all of my energy, I crawl back onto the bed with a half-grin. I’m beginning to feel dizzy, but the good kind of dizzy. A giddy sort of dizzy. Not as powerfully as before, I hold Ash. I could lie on the bed forever staring at Ash’s back and holding his soft stomach, but I needed to sleep. We had an eternity to spend together, and I didn’t want to spend it exhausted.
My eyes close, with Ash’s beautiful, muscled back painted on my eyelids. I drift to sleep quickly, and Ash joins me there as well. We dance in the meadow. His large hand is around my waist as we move in circles. We swim nude in the ocean. The water is light as a cloud as we drift together in the currents. We’re angels flying through the open skies. Our wings beat synchronized; we cut through the clouds. The ring. The shining white diamond comes flying through the sky, stabbing me, plunging a foot long wound deep into my heart. I bleed again, gasping for air as I drop from Ash’s grip. The last thing I see is the bloody diamond, twinkling malevolently in the sun.
My eyes open with a snap. It’s gone. Both the physical and spiritual. Memories flood back. But I am unable to respond, shielded by my hardened soul.
He is nineteen. I am twenty. We haven’t talked in three years. I moved on, I would think of him time to time, but I learned to live with his absence. Until the day I turned on the television. It was the Indigo League Finals, Ash Ketchum and Kara Mathers. I played close attention to the battle, silently cheering my lover on.
He lost. His Pikachu could just not overcome her Electabuzz. I cried for him, but the worse came next. He was being interviewed….with a woman by his side. She wore no bra, the filthy slut. But my eyes then glanced at her hands…a ring. A large, diamond ring. My breath disappeared. Then, I heard those words.
“My wife…May Maple…”
I almost died that day. The noose snapped at the last second. The light had vanished, but with a single puff of breath from some hideous paramedic it returned.
I was reborn.
I refused to be weak any longer, I knew what I needed, and that vile beast was keeping it from me.
For many years I remained idle as my life was ripped apart by the jaws of May Maple. I would reclaim my life in the next two weeks. I would get my revenge on May Maple.
Struggling valiantly, a smile gently curled on my lips. My eyes shone maniacally. Finally, happy thoughts flooded.
I don’t remember how I got her to come to the house. I just remembered waiting for her, the dagger hidden in my sleeve. I gave her three seconds after she entered the door, and I shut it tight behind her.
The first blow pierced her right breast. I heaved it and blood and silicon sprayed all over my front. She shrieked with all her might. How I enjoyed that cry. The cry of a demon. She never expected what I did to her; she never got time to accept her impending death. All she knew was agony. Agony as she felt what she had done to me.
She lifted her hands and begged an end, cowering into the corner. I sliced several finger tips clean off. She looked down at them in terror, as my floor turned even more scarlet. She tried sucking on them to stop the blood. As if they were among of the thousand cocks she eagerly slurped. The next slash sliced across her wrists and her hands fell limply to her side. She sobbed “why?” so many times. I was nice enough to give her an answer.
“Because you stole what was mine.”
I then sliced the throat. She died shortly after.
Her carcass lay sprawled across my floor; the blood splattered across the walls, drenched the carpets, and stained my hands. As I lift my own hands in remembrance I can see a faint pink that wouldn’t wash out. A hoarse laugh escapes from my throat.
Ash arrived a few days later, after I called him telling him I had information on his wife. He did not remember me on the phone. May was safely stuffed in a garbage bag in my tiny fridge (I did have to remove a few limbs). I tried my best to clean off the blood for Ash’s arrival, but in the end I simply covered it with furniture and paintings.
He came looking frantic; I wore my best blue dress and lipstick. When he saw me, he still did not remember me. He repeatedly asked me about his enchantress, I kept telling him to wait. I gave him a glass of fresh orange juice; my poor lover was so sweaty and tired. I sat him down and told him everything. From my love to my sin.
He could not process what had happened, he simply stared into space. His wife was dead, and he was about to move onto a new lover. He turned out to be a bit more difficult than I anticipated. I tried to hold his hand, but he jerked it away. He called me many hurtful names. Some of the worst included “bitch” and “lunatic.”
I simply sighed. I partially expected this. What he didn’t know was that I had given up on my dreams. When he married May, their souls became one. He was cursed forever; it was the biggest mistake of his life. Murdering May was not enough, a part of her still crept within him. There was only one way to destroy that part once and for all.
He looked down at his empty orange juice glass in horror. He understood.
And now my Ash Ketchum lies besides me. He cannot move or speak, but it matters not. Kissing every inch of his skin was enough for me, what is important is what awaited next. His soul lingers close by, freed from the bindings of May Maple. He is waiting for me, his soul mate. We would spend eternity together. I can’t help but look down at his beautiful body pitifully. He had great potential in this world, but as his soul mate, I needed to make sure he experienced his full potential. And he could only do that with me.
I did not want to wait any longer. I would spend eternity with Ash.
I turn to the nightstand where a large glass of orange juice stood. Taking a deep breath, I drank it in one gulp. Not wanting to waste anytime, I embrace Ash once more. I turn him so that I could see his beautiful face, with the sole exception of those awful blue lips. I wrap my arms around his back and place his arms around mine.
Resting my head against his shoulders, I sleep.
This piece was inspired by A Rose For Emily and The Jilting of Granny Weatherall
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