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Cityscape Epilogue: Hero Retirement

It has been a long time since I or any woman has been able to bask out under the sun in nothing but a bikini without fearing for her life and safety. The fact that my lover and I were both out by my pool laying in a couple of beach chairs in bikinis was a tribute to a job well done. We had worked hard for this moment; all of us heroes had sacrificed a lot so that the inhabitants of this city could finally live in peace. Today would mark the success of that mission.

The Swoopiness of Ferrets, Genetics, and Time

If something blows your mind enough, there is not a sense of being scared, for there is a limit to being scared. When the level of fear plateaus, only a level of wonder remains, dumb, unadulterated, wonder.

Of course, many get killed in this state so it’s not advised that you enter this state often. Running and fleeing don’t help much either, but just standing there while there’s some beast frothing overhead is NOT to be recommend if you want to breathe just a few more breaths.

They Called It “New Beginning”

Twenty years.

But on such a ship, that meant very little. A year was just the ticking of a clock on the wall, the changing of a digital expression on a plastic watch, the sun rising and falling, the moon going through its phases, and the stars making their casual way through the sky. Twenty years was twenty revolutions of the planet Earth, which was very far away at this point.

Glass Floor: Naiive Flaws

He stood still on the pavement, turning his head to gaze at the police escorts as they stormed toward the northern side of town, the echo of their sirens bouncing around the tall buildings, night hulks glistening with vast panes of black glass.

“Are… are they gone?”, came a rather drunk whisper, emanating from behind the corner of the bookstore.

“Yes”, sighed Stephen, shaking his head wearily.

Starting School

Amanda Graives breathed slowly as she did her morning exercises with her mother. It had been a ritual for the two wolves since Amanda was four. At seven, Amanda already knew quite a lot of martial arts and enjoyed this time with her mother. This day was a little different though, as her grandfather was also stretching with them. He had volunteered to teach both of the ladies some wrestling moves. But, that would have to wait, as one of Laura’s human maids came down the stairs and stood at the entrance to the dojo.

How Things Used to Be

Old Bosco was a beaver. He ran the sawmill, was missing three fingers off his left hand, and was miserable at cards. Right angry old coot, too. Couldn’t take kids near him, so Momma Duck and her collection steered clear of Muldoon’s Saloon Saturdays. Sundays, Bosco tended not to have any money left to get medicated on, and Momma Duck might treat the kids – if they’d been good – with a lemon ice on the way back from church.

Animal I Have Become

It’s happening again. The feeling of rage, anger, power…I can feel it washing over me, obliterating everything else. Even pain. If only that guy hadn’t been there… I might not be in this mess.

About an hour ago, I was a normal human being. Well, maybe normal isn’t the best word, but I was still human nonetheless. I’m an orphan; for the last seventeen years, I was moved from foster home to foster home, making many enemies and few friends.

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