Author’s Note: This short story is a continuation of my Justice Backers novellas, about a team of crowdfunded superheroes. If you wish to read this and fully understand what is going on, I would recommend checking those out first. They can be found in the novellas tab; here’s a link to the beginning of the first one. Okay, commencing with the actual story…
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Herocious: So we’re just missing Advocate? Is she here? Continue reading
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The world rejoiced when Dr. Kimberly Goldenrod invented Mannapop, her patented genetically-tinkered super corn that could grow in the harshest environments. World hunger was all but solved as her genius took root across the globe and fed a generation. Its kernels were as big as beach balls… and flavorful too! The delicious miracle so distracted everyone that they didn’t notice it growing in every corner, every empty lot, every forest, and even between the kelp on the ocean floor. Continue reading
Of the sixteen time machines in operation, only one played a video of someone tap-dancing. The machine itself wasn’t much to marvel at; in fact, it looked like a space heater from the 1970’s, just with a fancier coat of paint and 6,380 small wires snaking out of its base and entering all kinds of unusual places around the laboratory. Some went into sockets, some hugged the wall and left the room, and others rose into the air dangerously enough to get tagged with black and orange warning stickers. Continue reading
I do not grant you permission to see this lightly, but I tire of your begging and pleading. I have real work to do. If you want to waste your time, go ahead; I won’t stop you. I guess you’ve proven I can’t anyway.
Put it back when you’re done, as if nobody ever touched it. Continue reading
“Tell me how to say it again,” Archie Vinpipe pleaded, mostly to distract from the rattling of the dark carriage. Nothing but a pair of lanterns illuminated the surrounding forest. The moon was hidden by dark clouds that continued to pour snow as they had for nearly two days. Their driver was only able to press forward because of the trail left by the other guests and the excellent breeding stock of the four reindeer pulling the vehicle. The way the driver told it, they were no more than nine generations from Prancer himself and could, when properly motivated, run several inches off the ground. Continue reading
Ehmily of the Gonner House was supposed to be picking the blackberries as they reached their peak plumpness in those early summer months. Instead she merely picked half of them and immediately consumed the other half as her reward. She stopped briefly and took a seat in the lush grass just outside the castle grounds to contemplate how she would explain the half-empty basket to her handmaiden. Continue reading
Author’s Note: this story is one of my earliest, and is currently in need of alterations and structural editing.
“No! It took me ages to find that Dino!” The purple cowry shell broke the water’s surface and quickly sank, belching up two small bubbles from its interior. A blue gloved hand tried to follow it but couldn’t catch the shell in time. It was soon out of sight in the depths. They were almost four miles offshore now, so there was little chance a sandbar had cushioned it in a shallow spot. Gemini would have gladly dived in after it, even if the water was boiling, but if he broke stride he would surely perish. Continue reading
Over two hundred students were ushered into the atrium of the Pascal Higher Institute of Mathematics, which was composed of a huge, blue, glass dome held in place by a latticework of metal bars. Sunlight shone in through a hole at the top, bypassing a metal design in order to cast the shadow of a shifting hypercube on the floor below. Continue reading
As buds give rise by growth to fresh buds, and these, if vigorous, branch out and overtop on all sides many a feebler branch, so by generation I believe it has been with the great Tree of Life, which fills with its dead and broken branches the crust of the earth, and covers the surface with its ever-branching and beautiful ramifications.
– Charles Darwin Continue reading
The reception area of the cloud cognition research facility was designed to evoke positive feelings much more than the rest of the building. The couches were burgundy, the front desk was paneled in light shining wood, and the receptionist wore a pale purple sweater.
She wore the smile she was hired for when an eleven year old girl came in through the automatic doors. She walked up to the desk and placed her elbows on it, but instead of asking any questions she merely looked around. The receptionist wondered what was going on in that little blond head, but didn’t care enough to actually guess. Continue reading