Plant power_My Kind Of Superhero_Written in the Stars_Bottle tops
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Plant power
Long ago, I’m told there were humans just like me. Except, I’m not sure how on earth the were able to survive. In the great space war, it is said the alien’s first attack triggered something within humankind, bringing forth everything we could have imagined. Everyone around me is gifted with a power of some kind. Flight, teleportation, animalistic enhancements. Except for me, I don’t have anything but my hands and my head. Both very plain, very human. Most people in our world have superpowers and the strongest of them help keep our world in check- fighting off in the various wars to protect th...
My Kind Of Superhero
Adrian Freak. Monster. Demon.That's what I was. I mean, who could blame them? Nobody wanted a super freak like me in their family."You're a disgrace to us!" The slap was as loud as a clap and it stung my face. It had been an open-handed smack and it had left a red welt behind. Just below my eye was a small cut where the ring had caught me. I staggered backward, clutching my face, eyes watering."You have brought nothing more than shame in this household." I looked at the corner through my blurred vision only to see my mother crying as she holds my little sister in her arms, my sister weeps as ...
Written in the Stars
Above my head, thousands of stars wink and twink, clustering together in the familiar constellations I’ve known since I was small. Beside me, my mother points them out, telling me the same stories she always has done, her voice calming and hypnotic against the sound of the ocean in the background. “See that large star over there? And the three smaller ones that form a diagonal line running down to another larger one? That’s The Hare – see? His head... and his back... and his haunches. He was a trickster, but he was also the cleverest animal in the forest and he helped the foolish king defeat ...
Bottle tops
Henry reached up on tip toes, his Thomas the tank engine wellies squeaked against his chubby bare legs. He blew a spiral of floppy golden hair away from his eyes as he traced the trail of ivy up the tree with his perfect little fingers. It crawled its way over the gnarly old bark, twisting and turning, searching the crevices and nooks that the old tree offered. A puffed up proud black bird belted out his symphony from the other side of the woods which echoed through dusky honeysuckled air, the last of the bluebells twitched and jostled as a warm breeze tickled them on its way to bed. Both bir...