Hestia100

United States

Micah. 19. Perpetually confused, but doing my best.

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Hestia100 (United States) published:

do me a favor

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do me a favor:
if you ever find me
staring down a mirror
and peering into your eyes
at the same time,
turn on your heel
and walk straight out of my life.

my dear,
your energy
infects me:
dark smoke,
and an obsidian rope
that wrap themselves
all the way
around me.

my mood morphs
in your presence:
you suck the love out of me
with a single attack
of your tongue
and lately,
I've had a hard time ...

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9 months ago

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Hestia100 (United States) published:

phantoms

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all my phantoms
live in my childhood
bedroom,
wedged between the worn
children's novels gracing
my bookshelves and congregating
in the space between the matress
and my sheets.

all my phantoms
look like you:
green eyes and tight lips,
never letting their ideas
spill out from their brain
into a world
that is willing
to destroy them.

all my phantoms
dip into the darkness
and melt into it.

all my phantoms
laugh at me
as they hide
where I can't...

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11 months ago

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Hestia100 (United States) published:

Langston, Rosa, Martin

PROMPT: On Courage

I will be forever proud
to stand on your shoulders.

A gifted pack
of brown bodies
and brilliant minds.

You came before me,
stood on the back of
Hate when he tried
to throw elbows into your ribs
and knock you to the ground.

Hate is a man
who believes the world broke him once
when really,
he is the cause
of destruction.

He thrives on the sound
of snapping bones
and caved-in chests
that have no heart
to speak of.
...

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over 1 year ago

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Hestia100 (United States) published:

The Monster of Room 207

PROMPT: Monster Flash Fiction Competition 2018

“I firmly believe I’ve lost my mind.” The teacher declared, snatching her knit handbag off the computer table and clutching it to her chest. In one fluid motion, she was on her feet and hobbling towards the door. She was halfway through the door frame when she turned around and pointed her crooked, wrinkled finger back at all of us. Her gaze found each of our faces for a brief second before it moved on to the next victim. Every...

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over 1 year ago

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Hestia100 (United States) published:

Langston, Rosa, Martin

PROMPT: On Courage

I will be forever proud
to stand on your shoulders.

A gifted pack
of brown bodies
and brilliant minds.

You came before me,
stood on the back of
Hate when he tried
to throw elbows into your ribs
and knock you to the ground.

Hate is a man
who believes the world broke him once
when really,
he is the cause
of destruction.

He thrives on the sound
of snapping bones
and caved-in chests
that have no heart
to speak of.
...

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over 1 year ago

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Hestia100 (United States) published:

a two earbud day

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Renata knew from the moment her eyelids forced themselves open that today would be a two-earbud sort of day. A closed door sort of day. A resist-the-urge-to-barricade-that-door sort of day. 

It was a heavy metal sort of day, not a indie folk day. Today, she was going to need to dig out the box of semi-stale Cheez-Its from the back of her closet. She hadn't had a day like this in...two weeks? Three?

Shrugging, Renata swung her sore legs over...

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over 3 years ago

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Hestia100 (United States) published:

nine lives, nine hundred pages

PROMPT: Becoming Human


dusty manilla book shelf
has infinite knowledge stacked 
on his shoulders
but never sags beneath the weight
of all the stories in the
universe.

on spine after spine,
there are a pair of eyes
that never close.

blank and
forever staring,
they see everything
and nothing
all at once
and tell their tales
in eleven point font,
Times New Roman.

 
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almost 4 years ago

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Hestia100 (United States) published:

The Joys of Jellyfish

PROMPT: 1 Photo, 100 Words

I entered the aquarium with a crushing weight resting on my shoulders. College applications. Collecting my brother from soccer practice. My part time job at a diner that had not seen a vacuum or bleach in at least fifteen years. Every thought pushed my spine closer to the linoleum floor. My headspace was filled to the brim.

As a child, I always loved jellyfish. Their pinkish-purple flesh was my favorite color. Nowadays, I envied the way that their only responsibility...

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almost 4 years ago