Heart-to-Heart (Superhero Black Hole, part 136)
I looked around at everyone in the room, their frightened stares piercing me. I could feel myself becoming less calm with every passing moment, and knowing how…
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I looked around at everyone in the room, their frightened stares piercing me. I could feel myself becoming less calm with every passing moment, and knowing how…
“Hasten the arrival of the unknown assailants, and likely hasten our demise,” interjected Al from across the room. “We don’t know that they’re coming to kill…
Back in our main hub of activity, we all stood staring up into the grid, witnessing the electric blue lines fizzling out one by one. Darkness lay behind the…
Al pressed his palm against a scanning plate, held his eye up to a retina scan modified specifically for him and then traced his finger, from top to bottom…
As Al lead us all to the weapons storage area - (because of course we have a weapons storage area) - Tsering asked him: “What is going on?” If we had a…
My name is Hunter. My name is my trade. I don’t mean to sound like a Sin City narrator or anything. I just want to get all the perfunctory introductory…
Adam bolts down the alleyway between his building and the next, clambering over the wire fence at the end. The Heli-Coppers are closing in. He runs through the…
The driver tears through the dry brush, the wheels kicking up plumes of dust behind them as they chase after the animal. Alastair kisses the seal of the gold…
A magic man once told me That “you only live once”. The magic man lied; I’ve been alive nine times, And now I have become life’s dunce.
Cut to: Just over an hour later. Me and the Zoes had all showered-- (NOT TOGETHER, Zoe (the original (and best?) has hastened me to add) --and were now seated…
That was the ceiling being not so much a ceiling, but rather a seemingly endless criss-crossing matrix of glowing blue circuits - or wires, or whatever …
If ever there had been another moment in my life where the sound of an angelic chorus signifying the awesomeness of a sight I beheld could have been more…
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Twigs snap and leaves crackle damply under my wobbling feet. Suddenly aware of the desert dryness of my mouth. Hurts to swallow. When’d I last drink something…
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