A lame superpower is probably flying, superspeed, or superstrength.

Whoever is reading this must be thinking, What is she saying? I would love those powers!

That’s exactly it.

There cliches.

Used over and over again, even after they dreid up.

There lame and uncool, and if everyone picked a power, these three powers wouldn’t be cool at all.

They would practicaly be unsuper.

Impossible

Is Possible

when you forget I and M.

The science becomes scene,

with the clean-

ing of of two letters.

History,

is wrong, for now theres imortalty,

flight, much more.

All whithin science, it is possible,

there is no 'sceintificaly impossible'

only 'undiscovered possibilities'.

Inspired? Hah. I don't get inspired. Not for a challenge that doesn't have any prize money. If it's easy to enter I enter with a quick little story. The last post I made was called "It's Easy" for this challenge that wanted you to break the fourth wall. I was "inspired" to enter because I easily came up with an idea that I could quickly write down. That was like two minutes ago.

Why did I write such a rude and uncouth entry for that and this?

Well...I'm bored. And it hardly took any of my time, so why not?

I am supposed to break the fourth wall. Me. Not with a hammer, not with an explosive, not with a brilliantly written story, but with words. Me. Don't be confused. The writer. There's no pretense. Forget everything I just said, I can break the fourth wall with just one word.

"Hi".

I journeyed to the library

Where there I metaphrase

I’d never met a phrase like her

She had me in a daze!

She was built like a poetic goddess

Her body of works displayed on her cover

I could tell by fondling her ample pages

That metaphrase was a well-read lover

I sensed with this beautiful metaphrase

It would soon turn metaphysical

If only I knew where to take my cue

I’d put a little English on her binding too!

Without much prompting or hesitation

Our intellectual intercourse began

Quietly there in the library floor

I proved to her I was her man

The scent of our lovemaking filled the air

Upon that library floor

There I left dear metaphrase

Begging me for more and more

This shaggy metaphysical tale

It has a happy ending

For metaphrase and I were wed

And in a few weeks you’ll be pleased to hear

…Another metaphor, is pending.

(c) BAM

"I don't wanna!" Galia pouted and her mother sighed so hard a bubble came out and quickly rose toward the surface. "Sweetheart, this is the way it has always been and always will be, you can't change your nature." The girl gave her a withering stare. "What's the difference anyway, they're humans no matter what gender so what's the problem." How will you ever have children if you don't lure in any males" Meri asked in frustrated desperation. "Our race is entirely female without human males we will be lost." At that Galia exclaimed in shock and delight, "Is that the only problem Mother!" At Meri's confirmation Galia smiled. "If that's it then if I promise to lure some males in for mating, will you eat them since I think females taste better?"

Her blonde hair shook free from her ponytail, unbound like an ancient book.

This was the most exciting story in the library.

And I took it from the shelf, removed the jacket and surveyed the cover.

Her breasts strained at her buttoned blouse, ready to burst free. So well stacked.

A new chapter was about to begin as my trembling hands unbuttoned her blouse, my eyes enchanted by the contents.

I came to a full stop as I unfastened the final button. A period of silence. Paige looked at me, smiling.

My hands gently stroked her nipples through her bra.

I was nervous. My colon twitched; as did my semi.

I was so glad I'd booked this appointment with the head librarian.

She was open to my advances and promised I would not have to make a withdrawal.

I entered the Librarian as I had entered the Library, firm and erect.

And her sighs told their own story as she opened for me and guided me to the climax, where all was revealed.