They called me the Indestructible Hero.

The hero that never took any damage despite bones being broken to what should have been irreversible measures. The hero who could,and did,survive complete decapitation. The hero who was practically a Demi-god.

And that was completely true.

Except from 1 singular hour a year.

The 12th of April,09:00-10:00.

A full hour of all the previous year’s pain...

He’d been around here before-I’d see him as he often would sit there,like he was waiting for someone,brooding quietly underneath the hood of his black jacket. I would look away for only a few seconds,and he’d be gone.

I never thought much of this man,really. He most likely had an ill family member,so there was no need to report a grieving man such as him.

Until it was my turn to check on the t...

Weak. That’s what they’d all been. A homeless vagabond freezing in the chill of December,forgotten. A sickly patient left to rot in a hospital bed,isolated. A lonely soul with no one left to turn to for comfort,alone.

All would be willing to kill for a strand of attention.

This man was their saviour.

The one left to the street swept up into his warm embrace,never to be forgotten again.

The...

It had happened a lot.

The whispers,she meant. The whispers were quiet and calm,almost as much to be considered soothing.

They asked how she was doing,how her day at work had gone and mostly asked mundane questions. It was...nice,but incredibly odd.

And she knew she wasn’t crazy! Her dog often looked at her oddly after the voice sounded out,and it was the look of the dog’s confusion. So she ...

Julia had thought she’d been careful in her preparation for the exorcism of Jade. But she was wrong.

So,so very wrong.

The man who knocked on the door wore the stereotypical long,flowing robes and necklace with a cross made of silver,strung with rosemary beads,his expression etched gravely. Upon welcoming him in,Julia led him to the door of Jade’s room,behind which screaming could be heard. ...

Aiden was always referred to as ‘Bubble Boy’,or ‘The Boy In The Bubble’ by his classmates. The nickname was probably the only way many referred to him,and was slightly deserved.

He was always incredibly reclusive,as he had never been a social butterfly,or even one for small talk...

The sword was evil. There was to be no doubt about that. It was forged in the deepest depths of Lucifer’s personal chambers,from the purest Hellfire and developed from the strongest metal in Hell that rivalled any material Heaven could muster.

That’s why there was only ever one made.

...

Suicide?

No.

This is his freedom from the demon screaming down his ears....

Blazing infernos of rage rose up from the dry wood of the poor villagers’ humble huts,courtesy of the oversized armoured lizard as it soared high above the village. Roars sounded out between it belching fire,shaking the whole area around the tiny village. The only saving grace was the lack of people in the immediate vicinity,as they’d already been evacuated.

Well,that was a slight lie.

There w...

The Hunter.

The Hunter. That’s what the man who lived in the cabin,secluded from society,was called. No one knew his real name,no one dared to talk to him,no matter find out his name.

The Hunter specialised in deer hunting. And he very obviously enjoyed it. If you trekked into his land,you would see no blood,that was how precise he was.

Even odder,no matter how many deer he hunted and killed,...