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You gotta reply “mere liye khass ho” whenever I say ab mein itna bhi kuch khass nahi , it’s the law

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Angel

Tw: mentions of bullying, suicide

Summary: Airi Akemi has been bullied her whole life because she has a 'weak quirk'. Will a certain rusty winged hero convince her that she, indeed, is an angel?

Airi's POV

Give me some sunshine

Give me some rain

Give me another chance

I wanna grow up once again.....

Love.

I don't know anything about it.

The first people to give 'love' to someone are their parents.

I had parents. But they didn't give me love.

The memories of my mother are hazy. She left when I was 5. I just remember that she and Dad used to fight a lot. Throwing vases, utensils, mean words, at each other.

After mother left, Dad started drowning himself in work.

He was the best father. He used to make some time for me even after a long day of work. He used to call me his 'little fairy'. That was before I got my quirk.

I had the healing touch, alright. I wasn't completely useless. But I had wings too, tiny little white ones.

Everyone expected them to grow larger, but they never did. They stayed the size of my palm. Never growing an inch.

Now according to my father, I was a 'useless lazy child with a healing quirk which gives her serious nosebleeds even if she tries to heal a paper cut and who was given wings but never meant to fly'.

He would stay away for days on business trips and not once would he inquire if I was alright or not. On the rare occasions, when he'd be at home, he'd shut himself off and will berate me of tried talking to him. Now it's years since I last talked to him. I practically learned to take care of myself since I was 6.

Every month he'd transfer 100,000 dollars or so in my bank account for me to use for buying my basic necessities. I don't use that money much.

I am bullied at school. Obviously. Nobody wants to be friends with a wired girl with a weak ass healing quirk. Thank goodness I hide my wings under my clothes.

I was able to bear it all, until one faithful day, when they saw my wings.

It was horrible. They had forced me off my blazer and they were able to see my wings. The taunts, the pain, the shame, was overwhelming. This led to me standing on the edge of a tall building, alone.

What will happen if I jump?

Will anybody miss me?

Will my dad miss me?

But I will get the sweet release I've been craving.

But my knight in rusty feathers saved me.

Sort off.

"You shouldn't do what you are about to do. The world is in dire need of cute girls"

I whipped around towards the source of the voice and had a cardiac arrest.

Hawks. The Hawks was standing behind me with a lazy smile and sad eyes.

He was my hero and my idol. His wings looked even fluffier in person. I want to touch them so bad.

All these thoughts flashed through my mind in a second before I did what every die-hard fan does when they meet their idol.

I fainted.

And fell from the building.

And Hawks almost had a cardiac arrest.

Hawks' POV

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Shit.

The only word I had in mind as I lunged towards the girl.

I didn't expect her to faint. Maybe I should have appeared in front of her instead behind her. But the idea of little child trying to take such an extreme step befuddled my mind.

I grabbed her and flew towards the top of the building again. Her school bag was there along with a paper on top of it.

Her suicide note.

I placed her on the ground and studied her face for the first time.

She had ginger hair that reached her shoulders. A cute button nose and pink full lips. She had her school blazer on top of her uniform.

I sat down beside her with a wing extended over her to shield her face from the sun and reached over to the note.

It will be safe to say that that note changed my life and hers for the better.

To whoever that finds this letter,

As you are reading this letter, it might be that that I have already died.

I know how cowardly committing suicide is. Trust me.

Coming from someone who wants to be a hero, it's the most unheroic thing in the world.

But I don't know what else to do.

Dear stranger(or somebody I know) I am doing this because of the excess bullying and emotional abuse I have had to suffer.

My quirk is useless. Everyone I've met so far made it pretty clear.

I have a healing quirk and a pair of wings. Both are useless.

My wings are the size of my palms. I can't even heal a paper cut without getting hospitalized for excess blood loss.

I wish I were like other people with a fully functional quirk.

I wish I was like Hawks.

He is my hero!

But unfortunately I am leaving this world without meeting. I know better than anyone that dreams rarely come true.

I am sure that my father won't give a flying fuck about my death. He would be eased of one extra burden.

I know that this world is beautiful. I am sad that I never got experience that beauty.

Airi Akemi

I rarely get a urge to murder people.

But I am going to get a hold of Airi's father and her bullies. Oh they won't like what's coming for them.

But first, I will help Airi out. Something tells me that she is going to do great things one day.

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Adora

Her name was Adora.

Her hair was like the honey brown wheat fields at dawn. Like the old, and sometimes forgotten, amber precious. Like the first rays of the glorious sun that kiss away the ardent darkness of the night.

Her eyes told a thousand stories with just a glance. The brewing storm in them ready to destroy all those she hated. Eyes grey like the decaying stone tombs of tyrants and emperors, the evil and the innocent. They radiated so much pain, such a delicate sadness which didn’t seem right for a person who looked not a day past 20.

But she was older than that.

Adora had lived for more than a millennia. She had seen, the rise and fall of the supposed 'everlasting' and the all powerful empires. Calamities and bloodshed. Fall of despicable villains and mighty heroes.

Because she was immortal.

She was given the gift of immortality by an aged old god who was just about to fade away into oblivion. One of the many poor immortals that the fickle minded people have forgotten. He had given her the gift of forever as his one last impression in this world. Maybe those who remember her will remember him too. But he had known of the loneliness that came with the 'blessing'. And thus, he had given her another gift. She could share her immortality with whoever she desires. So that she may never be alone. To have a companion for eternity.

That was what she told to her lover, under the willow tree, the leaves falling down from the tree like a symphony of a forgotten song. The boy was good hearted, he loved her dearly. She cherished him, enjoying their limited time together just as she had done with all the others before him. He said the same thing as the others had too, when he heard her story.

“Why don’t ya share yer immortality with me? I love ya and I would love to spend eternity with ya."

Adora smiled sadly. They were all the same. She was prepared for this as it was repeated in every generation.

“I can’t.”

The boy looked at her, saddened. Knowing that he will never be hers. So he asked the heavenly beauty beside him, somberly, heart-brokenly,

“So who is the person Lady Luck blessed so handsomely?”

Adora smiled. Her smile was like hundred of butterflies alighting from a sea of roses beloved. A fiery ginger feline, it’s fur rich with the hues of life, greens and browns, goldens and reds, came and settled in her lap. It purred deeply when she scratched it's ear. Smiling down at it she replied,

“My cat, because humans are anything but forever.”

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A short story of 800 words I wrote for a competition ;(

Detective Umaizah sat in front of her fireplace. The popular detective had just finished solving a case, and now she wanted to relax. She was reading a book when the doorbell rang. Bertie came and said that someone wanted to see Aizay. “Let them in,” she whispered, snuggling into her comfortable vest. “Please Miss Umaizah, I really need your help!” It looked like the woman had consumed a lot of caffeine. Aizay agreed and the woman, Sema, told her story.

She and her friend Olivia had gone to stay at Olivia’s beachhouse. They had spent a great time, talking about everything like zodiacs, exams, etc. The girls had started fighting over Olivia’s boyfriend whom Sema did not like. Their fight was downright frustrating. The fight had resulted in Sema running outside of the house around 10 pm. When she had come home around 1 am, she saw that the door had been wide open and her best friend lying on the floor. Since Olivia had called her boyfriend in London that night and told him about her fight with Sema, the poor young woman was suspect number one.

Sema cried, “I promise that I didn’t kill her! Please just help me!” Aizay promised that she would help and left to make some phone calls.

“I talked to the police. According to the autopsy, Olivia was stabbed with a knife multiple times but no weapon was found. The police couldn’t find any fingerprints other than yours.” Olivia had made her last call to her boyfriend who was off the list of suspects because he had been out of town.

“Is there anyone who did not like Olivia?”, she asked. Sema mentioned that there was a Gregory, who had always told Olivia that he loved her. But Olivia had rejected him. Suddenly, Sema remembered that Olivia was on call that morning and had acted frustrated. She had said it had just been her mother.

Aizay saw that her mother never called. Though an unknown number did. Aizay was not really sure. Had Gregory killed her?

“Do you know if Olivia owned the whole property?” Sema nodded. “Yes. She inherited it from her grandmother who had passed away a few months before. She was her last relative.

Aizay got the news that two witnesses on Canvey Island claimed that they had seen Gregory and Olivia, together, kissing in a zoo. Now she was sure that he had to be the murderer. Maybe he had found out about her boyfriend in London? So far, Gregory was their only suspect. And she also found out Gregory’s alibi“That night, he went to a restaurant with some friends. He didn’t leave it until 2 am and there are several witnesses to support his alibi.” “Did you just say that Raymond Gregory is a real estate agent?”, she asked. Sema nodded. Even though Gregory had an alibi, he was the only clue they had right now and Aizay had a suspicion. She decided to call him.

When Gregory picked up, Aizay told him that she was interested in buying some property at the beach. Gregory told her that he had a huge property to offer, in fact one at a beach whose owner had died unexpectedly.

When she arrived at the downgrade real estate office, Gregory wasn’t there. Just his apprentice, Edward Johnson, an ill looking man with a shaved cranium. “I’m Detective Umaizah and I am here to investigate the death of Olivia Sandler,” Aizay introduced herself. Suddenly, the young apprentice turned pale. “Why would you think that I am involved in Olivia’s murder?”, he stuttered. Aizay looked him deep into the eye. “I didn’t think that. But now I have to wonder, how exactly do you know that she was murdered? I just said I’m investigating her death and the story is not out to the public yet. So how do you know about the murder, and why do you assume that I think you’re involved in it?” He broke down. “I had to do it,” he cried. “I was forced to do it.” And then he confessed everything and told the whole story.

It was Gregory who had ordered to kill Olivia. He had been wanting to buy her property all along. He started an affair with Olivia. When Gregory had realized that she wasn’t willing to sell at all, he had ended the affair. So he had decided that he finally needed to get rid of her. Edward had stabbed Olivia to death. There hadn’t been fingerprints because he was wearing his gloves from work.

Sema cried when she received the news that her best friend had been murdered for sheer greed, but she was also relieved that the people responsible for her death were found and would surely be punished and jailed.

End.

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Soulmates

It is said that at the beginning of time, when humans were first created, they had a different form than they have today. They were both men and women, had four arms, four legs and one head with two faces. They were very powerful creatures, strong and fearless, and even dared to threaten the Gods. So the Gods had to answer, and contemplated on how to face the humans threat and what needed to be done for balance and harmony to be restored again.

So Zeus came up with a solution. They would split humans into half and punish them for their pride and hubris. And so they did and humans everywhere were split into two. These new creatures were living in complete misery, drenched in pain and sorrow. They were so sad that they wouldn’t eat and drink for days, not caring if they die. Apollo, the God of Healing, could not bear seeing them like this, so to ease their pain, he sewed them up. So humans went from double face and double sex creatures to single sex and single faced creatures with four limbs. And they always longed for their other half. And according to the myth, when these two halves find each other, there will be a silent understanding of one another, they will feel joined and exist with each other in unison and will know no greater joy than that.

I also have this weird theory that some people are drawn to each other because their atoms were near each other when the Universe was created and over the time the atoms keep trying to come back together. Did I just scientifically explain soulmates? We will never know.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Veronica and my world is different from yours.

In my world, everything is black and white in colour from the moment you are born until you meet your soulmate. Your eyes won’t be able to see any colours except black and white. But when you meet your soulmate, everything will start to regain colour. You will truly be able to see the beautiful world. But if your soulmate dies before you, the colourful world will go back to black and white.

Most people successfully find their soulmates. There are a few unfortunate who don’t. Maybe their soulmate dies before they find each other.

Everyone waits excitingly for their soulmate. We go to different places hoping to find them. Well it’s rightly said that if you truly want something, the entire Universe conspires in helping you achieve it.

I met Steve when I was 17. I was on a vacation with my family in New York when I just bumped into him. When our eyes met, I was shocked to see the most beautiful eyes. They were a colour that reminded me of the ocean, the sound of the sea and waves, the coldness of ice and the wetness of water. The colour, later I found that it was called blue, became my favourite.

With Steve, I travelled the whole of America. We travelled to the prairies, the deserts, the forests, the towns, the cities and the villages. Each day we fell more and more in love. We decided to settle down in California.

One unfortunate day, I received the shock of my life. I was at the grocery store, shopping, when suddenly the orange of the carrots in my hand disappeared. As I watched the colours around me leak away, I received a call from the hospital. Steve had died in a car accident.

There are a few people who come into our lives, unexpectedly. They light up our lives make their surrounding even more beautiful and leave just as fast. Steve was like that. His life burnt short and bright. He had given me a beautiful gift of memories and then he left for a place more beautiful and peaceful than this one. A place where he would patiently wait for me to join.

There are people who get a second soulmate after the first one’s demise. But it is very rare. I knew that even if I did find my second chance soulmate, I would never forget Steve.

He was just like those people we wouldn’t miss but also whom we won’t be able to forget either.

Falling in love was the second best thing in the world, finding him was the first.

I could not bear staying in America without Steve, so I moved to Norway. I got a job as an English teacher in a school there.

Norway is really beautiful. I yearned to see the beautiful blue of the sky, the vibrant green of the leaves and the warm red of fire. Alas I wasn’t that lucky.

One day when I was returning back from school I saw someone in front of me dropping something. She appeared to have not noticed it. I went and picked it up. It was the Library card of a woman, Lila Addams.

I walked towards her and tapped her shoulder.

“Excuse me, you dropped your-“

The rest of the words got stuck in my throat.

The woman had the most beautiful green eyes that I have ever seen. Her eyes were a mixture of a million shades of green. They reminded you of warmth and love and the miracles of life. They told stories of the wonders of Mother Nature.

Just like flames spread along paper, a million colours spread in my life. To me, the sky had never been bluer, the flowers more colourful and my life was suddenly much happier.

Lila smiled at me and moved towards me looking ever so much in love. I did not question my second chance, because there are some things that do not need explanation. Just like there is no place for logic in magic.

To this day, I am extremely grateful for my second chance.

Because true love is an adventure that everyone wants.

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A beautiful mystery(part 1)

Tw:blood, gore, murder, mentions of r*pe

"When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth."

Unknown POV

Blood.

Blood was everywhere.

The crimson wonder traced my arms and my hoodie was damp with it.

Blood, the colour of the darkest shade of rose.

Blood like the colour of the sky when the sun sets.

The blood of my tormentor.

The mangled corpse of the man was lying in front of me. The corpse of a man who was no less than a monster. The man who deserves to die.

I stood and admired my handiwork for the umpteenth time. I was really talented, I must admit.

I trudged over to the window. The sky was a beautiful blue. The colour your face gets when you are being strangled. The colour which adorns the lips of victims frozen to death. It was really pretty.

You are insane. The man had said. You Belong in the asylum. He had laughed. Too bad I cut off his tongue. In my defense he was speaking too much.

The room was starting to smell. I took out some lavender perfume I had in my bag and sprayed it around. I took out a black rose and placed it on his hollowed chest. Hollowed because the organ called heart was lying beside him. It was fun to pull it out from his chest. I was honestly shocked that he had a heart. I was expecting empty space.

I sat on his desk and started reminiscing. His screams were like music to my ears. Too bad he stopped screaming when I pulled out his heart. I was really disappointed. 

The most funny screams of his were when I was chopping off his male genital. It gave me a warm feeling in my chest. I'd like to say that I am proud of myself. 

I rose from the desk and walked towards the mirror. My white hoodie was stained red with his blood and my jeans weren't spared. I was wearing rubber gloves to prevent any loose fingerprints on the crime scene. I saw the time. An hour left until his maid returns to make him dinner. 

I took out a water bottle. Though there was no water in it. The sweet smell of petrol mixed with the lavender scent in the room as I sprinkled it on the man. Another bottle of it was sprinkled on the desk. Then I struck a couple of matches and set the man and the desk on fire. I hate that desk as much as the man.

I shouldered my backpack and walked out. Nobody was there on the streets. I was grateful for that because I'd have to explain the blood then and honestly I wasn't in the mood for a second murder. 

I was walking leisurely when I saw someone stop in front of the park. 

It was James Richardson.

3rd Person's POV

The brunette stopped in front of the park. His name was James Richardson. He wasn't really that handsome but most girls liked his charm. James was in the swimming team of his school and had a full sports scholarship for Stanford University.He was fairly popular at school and was a fun guy to hang out with.

That fateful day, the day it all started, he had to go submit the name list of students interested in making donations to some community project that he didn't know anything about, to old Mr Welsely.

Mr Welsely was a 60 something old bachelor who lived alone in an isolated estate by the river. He was a retired school teacher and was one of the members of the city council.

As he was passing by the park, he heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw that it was Liz. 

Lizzy Barthory, his oldest friend. They were neighbours, before his parents divorced and he moved away with his Mom. Though they were still good friends. She was of average build, had dirty blonde hair, dark brown eyes and a permanent smile on her face.

She ran up to him. "Where are you going, Jay?" she inquired.

"Oh, Hi Liz!," James smiled at her,"Just taking something to Mr Welsely."

"Cool! Can I join you?" She asked him eagerly. James agreed.

They walked towards the Welsely estate talking about anything and everything. When they knocked at the door, nobody answered. This was normal as most of the time the old man was cooped up in his soundproof office, working.

While walking in, James accidentally knocked down the flower vase, which shattered. James assured Liz that he was fine and asked her to go give Mr Welsely and he would join her after cleaning up the mess he created.

Liz walked up to the office door and knocked. Nobody answered.

"Mr Welsely?", She knocked again,"I am coming in!"

As she opened the door, smoke billowed out of the room. 

"Mr Welsely?", She coughed and dropped down on her knees and hands as one should do when there's smoke in the room. 

When she reached the centre of the room a horrifying nightmarish sight met her eyes and she let out a blood curdling scream.

James dashed in and swore. He almost puked at the sight of the mangled burning corpse of his old middle school teacher. He opened the window and pulled Liz out of the room.

Liz was sobbing and dazed. James took out his coat and wrapped it around her and they just held on to each other, sitting on the front steps as the police arrived.

The police were inside the house while two female officers were comforting Liz. The place was swarming with police officers. One of the officers came up to James and asked him to tell what happened.

As James was explaining, a police car came up to them and two people got out. One of them was a gaunt looking man who seemed to be in his thirties. The other was a young woman who was wearing a red princess coat. 

The woman and the male police officer walked up to them and the person interrogating James turned to her and bowed his head in acknowledgement.

"Greetings, Detective Wilson and Sub Inspector Martin. The body of Councillor Richard Welsely is inside. These two kids are the ones who found it."