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Expired: Part 1 (superhero fiction)

  The fiends, they know when you’re weak. It’s like blood in the water, like a slow limp in the jungle.  The rules in Capedom are no different than that in the wild. Eat or be eaten, kill or be … Continue reading

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American Soil (Superhero origin)

The Tibots were strange, but as customers  they were dependable. When Anwar’s father noticed their latest order—yet another jar of soil, this time from Tunisia–was unclaimed, he dispatched his son to deliver it. While it was unusual for for Mr. … Continue reading

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Heroes Don’t Come to Prudence Street

They clash in complementary colors–superpeople–hero versus villain  spandex versus leather, ideal versus the outside world. They clash, knuckles meeting flesh, bone crushing concrete, the surrounding air crackling, ionized with spite. They clash for the entire neighborhood to see, as if for … Continue reading

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Monster Under the Bed

The monster under Timmy’s bed nibbles on toes; it feeds on nightmares. Limping, sore, feet scarred, Timmy shuffles into mother’s room,  scissors shaking. The monster will eat well tonight

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The Pixelated Heart

His new name: Adonis12. Another day, another profile, the keyboard sends his love. Kate always responds: 48 hours of flirting before the silent freeze.  Like a chameleon without a palette, one day he’ll get it right. One day he’ll make her … Continue reading

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Fluff

I wake up to white windows and snow.  Light and fluffy, it weighs heavy in bulk, sagging all shelter.  The morning news: snow without a snowday, adulthood and its empty promises.

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Hunger

Billy tried to fool the rookie into taking the call, but he wasn’t stupid. 324 Deckard was on every pizza guy’s list: bad neighborhood, bad attitude, and worst of all, bad tippers. “Last call, it won’t be that bad,” Bossman … Continue reading

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