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Verrenta
The day was bright with the typical scorching heat of the sun of summer. Verrenta stood outside admiring the great heat and warmth, when suddenly the sky darkened. Looking up she found the clouds huddling against each other and soon the whole sky was covered with the thick black clouds. Wondering whether she could reach them, she extended her hands toward the clouds but failed, not like she expected to be able to touch them to.Soon the world, their homes and families filled with darkness, many people died of deficiency diseases and lack of oxygen as the plants were dying. The earth had turned ...
Shadow of the Cape
Shadow of the Cape The light flickered and buzzed unceasingly in the small, stuffy room with gray block walls and a steel table bolted to the floor. My hands pulled gently on the silver cuffs encircling them for what must have been the millionth time in the last hour since the agents had left me here. I could feel them watching me through the mirrowww.onedoor.ccred glass, the hair on the back of my neck was pricked and I could hear the blood rushing past my ears in time with every ragged gasp my lungs allowed me to take. What had they done with Ash? Everything in me screamed at...
A Trash-Changing Fate
My boss crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. “Liberty Johnson, late again I see. That’s the last straw.”“I need this job!” I say, “please, one more chance. I’ll never be late again. I promise.” “Fine, don’t blow it. This is your last shot.” He glares at me and walks to the back room. “Teenagers,” he mumbles under his breath. He doesn’t understand my busy schedule. Ever since my dad lost his job as an accountant, my life has never been the same. I knew my parents couldn’t afford to pay rent anymore, and I left them to minimize the cost. I’ve been on my own since, barely scraping by. Being un...
Pause Button Man
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, this superhero lark. I mean, not all of us get our deserved recognition. Take me. What do you mean you’d rather not? Okay, I’m not your traditional superhero, your 6ft, 185lb, looks good in tights type. Or 6ft 3in, 235lb if you’re Superman, the man of steel, everybody’s favorite hero. Okay, I can top that, I’m 250lb. But then again I’m only 5ft 6in, so hardly the ideal muscular physique you associate with superheroes. I don’t get my superpowers from an experiment gone wrong, lifesaving treatment, gifts from wizards or aliens, endless training or from the fac...