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why did you become the villain?
did you do it because someone told you, you couldn't? did you do it simply because you just could? or did you lose your grip? tell me in 150 words.
Ended April 7, 2021 • 20 Entries • Created by sharpayisqueeen
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why did you become the villain?
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Featherson in Poetry & Free Verse
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Spear

There was a single darkness

Darkness seen

It...

Darkness heard

I remember

Spear

The symbol it was

I remember

The spear

Held by my own hands

Pierced my neck

I totally remember

Now in hell

I see devil

Around the corner

Pleading with me

Begging me

I understand though

He just doesn't want to get hurt

"DON'T BE AFRAID! I won't hurt you!

OH! DON'T CRY little devil! Mtsmm.. ehiiii,.. "

How I remember

The darkness

Depth of depths

Me it was

I think I remember it all

"WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?"

AIN'T NO MORE DEVIL

YOU WANT HIS CORPSE?......

Oh! Come and see!

POOR DEVIL,

HE TOUGHT BEGGING WAS ENOUGH!"

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why did you become the villain?
did you do it because someone told you, you couldn't? did you do it simply because you just could? or did you lose your grip? tell me in 150 words.
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Daniel_Markov in Poetry & Free Verse
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Different

I saved them from fires, waters, bad men, madmen, but it didn’t matter at all. They still feared me. They were afraid of my god-like powers, of the wrath I could bring them if I ever turned mad. They had nothing to fear, yet they did.

When they tried to kill me for the first time, I forgave them. But when they tried it the second time, I couldn’t forgive them. I didn’t want to hurt them, but they forced me to unleash my wrath upon them. So much blood was spilled on that day, and all of it could’ve been avoided. All they had to do was accept me for being different.

Being afraid of someone or something different was always in their nature. Since their dawn, the one who was different was shunned or murdered. Yes, they did horrible things to those who were different when all they had to do was accept them.

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why did you become the villain?
did you do it because someone told you, you couldn't? did you do it simply because you just could? or did you lose your grip? tell me in 150 words.
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VictoriaBowman in Poetry & Free Verse
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Why

I failed AP Biology and so I became the villain for extra credit so I could at least have a C.

I'm my professor's sidekick too. He's pretty chill. He gave me a uniform WITH POCKETS! I guess he heard me always complaining about having to carry a bag to keep my phone and stuff in because girls' jeans don't have real pockets or the pockets aren't even big enough to fit a fricking quarter in. He's quite feministic.

Also, he buys me lunch on the weekends, especially if I work late that week so that's cool too.

Other benefits include:

Protection from anyone due to personal bodyguard(s)

Always getting neat little gadgets and tools to test out. I got to try out a freeze ray. Poor fish...

Learning things I missed in the class for whatever reason.

I now know my way around the ENTIRE city without getting lost, both during the day and night!

Essentially, my boss has practically become my father... i get dad energy from him, ya know?

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why did you become the villain?
did you do it because someone told you, you couldn't? did you do it simply because you just could? or did you lose your grip? tell me in 150 words.
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The Struggle In Us All
Chapter 400 of 500
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WhiteWolfe32

Scapegoat

i became the villain because

society expected me to.

i fit all the cliches,

i had all the wrong friends,

made all the wrong choices.

society looked at me and said

“there goes a sinner”

so i embraced it.

i danced with danger and darkness.

i fought and killed with glee.

now society looks at me and says

“there goes a villain”

but they take no responsibility.

they watch as i walk by

whispering about my black clothes

and my angry expression.

but maybe somewhere in that crowd

is another sad sinner like me.

maybe when they see my mask and black clothes

they don’t think

“there goes a villain”

but instead

“there goes a fallen angel.”

demons were once angels.

i was once an angel.

but there can be no good without evil,

so society cast me out.

society called me a villain

and i agreed to their terms.

after all, being a villain has its perks.

people shrink away from me in fear,

like i’m contagious.

let them fear me.

better to be feared

than to be fearful.

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why did you become the villain?
did you do it because someone told you, you couldn't? did you do it simply because you just could? or did you lose your grip? tell me in 150 words.
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laura in Poetry & Free Verse
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I become the villain?

I didn’t know I was becoming one, untill things went to far.

I had been listening to the songs, while singing in my car.

“Her husband’s acting different and it smells like infidelity ”

“I would’ve noticed a gold wedding band, Diane”

“I’ll go to heaven or I’ll go to hell

Before I’ll see you with someone else”

Belting out the tunes, as if they actully hurt me.

Pouring all my drama into songs that didn’t effect me.

I smiled as I got out my car.

Locked it as I went up his drive way.

We had been seeing each other a year now, today was our annivery,

I thought I would surpise him.

It was the weekend, he didn’t work, I usally did, but this weekend I took it off, just to see him.

My smile grew as I knocked on his door, I had made an real effort;

his favouit blue dress of mine,

my hair in plates like he likes,

and flats just to make him feel taller.

The door opened and

it was like I was looking in the mirror.

She had the same copper hair,

about the same height,

dressed all in blue, just like he would like.

Confused we looked at each other. The songs had been right.

I never notice his gold wedding band, but hers was there, glinting in the sunlight.

I swalled deep, unsure of what to say,

She stared at me, unsure of who I was.

I stared back, unsure of who I was.

“HI” she smiled weakly taking in the scene.

“Hi” I answered back, finding the courage to ask. “is Tim in?”

She opened the door a little wider, “just through in the living room”

gestering with her arm.

I stepped over the thresh hold, like so many times before,

I already knew the way to the living room,

and I think she already knew that I knew that.

However, know ones knows what happens behind closed doors,

I felt empty as I left the house

Unlocking the car as I walked down his drive way.

Turnning off the CD as I turned on the engine.

We had been seeing each other a year now, today was our annivery,

I walked away that day, away from him, away from his wife,

I don’t know if she followed me.

The whole thing still keeps me up at night.

I use to wonder how did people not know, how could they miss the signs,

but there was no signs, no acting differently, no inferdelity, not towards me,

yet I still feel like the bad guy,

yet I still feel like a villian,

yet I still lay awake at night wondering if I’ll go to heaven or if I’ll go to hell for being that someone else.

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why did you become the villain?
did you do it because someone told you, you couldn't? did you do it simply because you just could? or did you lose your grip? tell me in 150 words.
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Moonsinger128 in Poetry & Free Verse
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a cruel fate

i became the villain because being the hero was lonely.

when i was the hero, the quest was unclear~ there was no specific end, just tiny goals that would fizzle out like sparklers dunked in a bucket of water.

everyone else was so busy being their own hero that there was no one there for me.

so i slipped into the role of villain.

sweet and beautiful and tragic and cruel~ all of these at once. the person i once was, but different.

when i was the villain, i was no longer alone. i had followers, afraid what would happen to them if they didn't submit to my convoluted rule.

and to the heros, i was a shining star, bright, consuming their universe.

because i was the only thing between them and a goal that wasn't exactly real. an obstacle, something to be despised, to look up at and hate.

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why did you become the villain?
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Roses311Sublime in Poetry & Free Verse
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Utilizing Evil To Be A Hero

My name is Glicko, and I am a powerful warlock. I have inflicted a curse on people with wicked hearts that mutates them into monsters. I kidnapped a young man's kind parents to confirm that my curse doesn't impact them. I wiped out memories of a young mage so her powers would not rival mine. Despite my works, am I truly a villain? I think not....

I see my actions as utilizing evil to eliminate evil in the long game. I curse those that try to hide their evil, and the monster mutations that result exposes them for who they really are. The monsters will have to be annihilated to remove the threat that they are to this world, and once there are no more monsters, the world will be free of evil. So tell me, do my schemes of destroying evil truly make me evil?

Glicko's schemes are ongoing in this story arc: https://theprose.com/post/414567/from-city-to-jungle

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why did you become the villain?
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WellOKThen in Poetry & Free Verse
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Until Death Do Us Part

Dark hair.

Bright eyes.

Sunkissed skin.

Exotic flower.

Natural beauty.

Earthbound angel.

My love!

The beach.

A cliff.

Silly games.

Too close.

Not looking.

Childish games.

Baby, no!

She fell.

I lived.

I mourned.

I tried.

Embrace death.

I failed.

Not again!

A plan.

A sin.

So shameful.

Impossible fear.

Alive again.

Fools dream.

What if!

A man.

Shady deals.

Stolen items.

Secret recipes.

Evil deeds.

Only hope.

No return!

I dug.

I uncovered.

Still beautiful.

I hauled.

I held.

I worked.

Still time!

Nip here.

Tuck there.

Fold up.

Hold down.

Plug here.

Attach there.

Must continue!

No sleep.

No food.

No rest.

She's ready.

No hesitation.

I commence.

She lives!

She howls.

She gnashes.

She fights.

I weep.

I hold.

I succeed.

But no!

White hair.

Cloudy eyes.

Cold skin.

Dead flower.

Ugly banshee.

Unearthed monster.

No hope!

I forfeit.

I sink.

No joy.

Only death.

One choice.

She bites.

Together forever!

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why did you become the villain?
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Mellondeau in Poetry & Free Verse
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I became the villain because...

I mistook his VILLAINY for love.

His /s/l/ a/s/h/ i/n/g words

D-----A---SH-----ING form dan ~~~ cing

-always just beyond my

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yet (nearenough) to give

c h a s e chasechasechasechasechasechasechasechasechasechasechasechase

ll Me/ 1, 2, 3/ 1~dan ~~~ cing/ 2~dan ~~~ cing/ 3~dan ~~~ cing~/ his waltz :ll

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Drag you along in playful re olut ons,

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\trapping you/

Tangled in unwanted bonds; XboundX and masked in memory.

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I am still more him in my mis AC miss APe sense of romance

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then you could ever be: /l \

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-Afloat-

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,~,, his ~,~,,watery~,~,,intentions,~,~,,

,~,~,~,~,~,, ,~,, ,~~,~,~,~,, ,~,~,~, ~,~,, ,~,~,,

,~,~,~, ~,~,, ,~,~,, ,~,~,~, ~,~,, ,~,~,,

enamoured with his(my) VILLAINY.

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why did you become the villain?
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NattyHillerse in Poetry & Free Verse
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The Power Disgusts Me, Yet

My early adolescence,

During my most vulnerable days. I listened to peers I'd thought friends, tell me what to do for acceptance I believed I already had.

We, my "friend" Chavez and his friend Ned strayed into the woods and prairies behind Chavez's farmhouse. I thought we were simply going to go hiking, shoot a couple Coke cans with our air rifles, talk life and go back home. But a nearby mammal minding its business along the creek changed all that. If only I weren't anatomically made of skin, bone and cowardice...

Ned, with a cryptic grin shouted,

"Hey look at that Muskrat! You ever seen one that fat and wabbly Chavez?"

"Nawh man, look at that stupid thing just chilling." Chavez looked over to a nearby chipped up log and set his air rifle aside.

"You guys wanna see how many hits it takes to kill that fat furball?"

I always told myself the only time I'd kill any living being was for survival, whether it be sustenance or defense. And I especially told myself I'd never kill someone so barbarically. But as I looked forward in a quiet, cold sweat I feel Ned's approving gaze behind me as I hear him lay his air rifle next to Chavez's.

- SPOILER/TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic Animal Cruelty in the Coming Passages -

"Dude I am so down! I'll go first." Without even a moment to contemplate what he was doing, Ned picked the mossy log up and walked up to the muskrat and raised it over his head like the most twisted wannabe Conan I've ever seen and brought it down full force on the Muskrat's shoulder.

BMMPF!

"Hyngsssssssss!" the Muskrat bounced in shock and turned instinctively, clearly wounded by Ned's cruelty. I, to a much milder extent felt the paralyzing helplessness the innocent rodent was enduring as Chavez confidently fistbumped Ned before taking the log and putting his back into it. Chavez dropped the log onto the Muskrat's backleg, causing an immediate yelp.

Ned standing between the poor creature and I,

"Damn, this things tougher than I thought...Natty, you're up. We know we've pushed you over the years, but you're stronger than all of us because of it. Aintcha'?" Ned takes the log from Chavez and sets it in my shellshocked hands, clasping my fingers from behind around the mossy wood so I wouldn't drop it.

Having still not blinked once since the first despicable strike on the creature whose only fault in this world was being in the wrong place at the wrong time (it's own home) Ned and Chavez saw that I 'needed a little help to get it done' they start cheering me on like some kind of frat party.

"NATTY"

"NATTY"

Surely this poor thing is half dead already. I look to my air rifle which I'd already set down only to see Ned wave a finger at me as they continued without missing a beat.

"NATTY"

"NATTY"

"NGGGGGY'UAAHHH!!" I swung that log down harder on that poor suffering muskrat than I did in defense when kids dropped me on schoolyard ice for fun. I took my life out on that miserable creature. As if that's ever justified anything...

I swung.

And I swung.

Having to blame the tears in my eyes on the sunset, as I forced myself with more regret than the swing prior to go until the job was done, knowing these sick bastards would have drawn this sin out as long as they could.

Finally with one last crack, and a hardening of it's poor beady eyes, I watched the muskrat leave his mortal prison by my hands.

"Damn Natty, didn't know you were that strong! Solid work man." Chavez chanted with Ned nodding in passive agreement.

"We should go back soon though. Mom's probably got dinner ready about now." Chavez said, as if we hadn't just committed animal cruelty for 'fun'. How could that sick chach think about food right now?

"Yeah man. C'mon Natty don't just stand there like an idiot. Let's go." Ned shouted already heading towards the farmhouse.

I stared through that muskrat at myself. Stiff as he was from the rigor mortis.

"Why did I do it? Why didn't I stop them? To stay on their good side? So cool kids I couldn't care less about think I've 'grown some guts'?"

To this day I still ask myself why I allowed myself to become the villain. And unfortunately I don't have an answer. I honestly can't think of one that justifies that night.

Other than turning down a wedding invitation, I don't think I've spoken to Chavez or Ned since.

While I've sworn to never harm another being again unless in defense or for sustenance again, I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for that evening.

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