The End of the Year_That One Time..._Superbrother_Lifeline
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The End of the Year
Sometimes things go as planned, but not always as you planned. Like maybe you planned to change careers and make a little bit more money. Maybe you planned to go back to school or move to another city. Or maybe your plans were more run of the mill, for instance you just planned a trip to wallworld to pick up a few necessities. Whatever your plans you expect to go about them unimpeded. For most this is true, but for me a plan isn't properly planned unless you have a back up (or two). Just like any other day my plans were simple, well simple enough. As usual I was up at 6 am to get my little one...
That One Time...
I made too many mistakes the last time. I remark, bandaging my gashes and bruises from defeating The Fire Mamba Brotherhood’s cult leader. Too many mistakes, too many pauses. Maybe I AM getting too old for this, I think back to his words. “You're getting slow old man!” He roars, parrying my thrust and locking me in his sights. “Never have I thought I would have the chance to actually beat you but here we are!” He chuckles, shooting his semi-automatic, following me as I pe for cover behind the concrete wall we ripped up. I growl as I reload my customized M16、 “What's wrong? The deaths of your f...
Superbrother
Jack looked out onto the frozen, white wonderland; his eyes darting around, following the dancing snowflakes. His frustration grew into a ball of fury in his gut as he grunted and pushed away from the cold window and flopped onto his bed. The colourful Spiderman duvet brought him no relief of the growing anger from being stuck inside. “I didn’t even do anything wrong,” he grumbled as he turned over and traced the outlines on his bed. He shot to his feet on the bouncy bed as the door creaked open. His anger amplified as he saw the round face of his younger brother. “What do you want?” He asked ...
Lifeline
“If you go, you’ll die,” he whispers into the phone, barely making a sound. Seconds pass by without a response. The gutted words hang in the air between them, untouched, as he drags a trembling hand through his hair.Finally, a shaky breath cuwww.onedoor.ccts through the silence, “Then I guess I’m calling to say goodbye.” It takes a minute for the words to wash over Tommy. ‘Goodbye’ seems to stretch on forever. The weight of the words hit him all at once. His fist shoots out and connects with the aging wood of the phone booth. Anger contorts his features as he tries to twist around, restrained by the phone c...