Two portals open in a small room, closed off to the rest of the world. Two doors that can’t be unlocked. Two mirrors on opposite walls, and then the most peculiar addition—two figures spewed from the depths of the swirling magic within. They both stand at the same time. How they managed to completely miss each other, too, is beyond one’s comprehension.

Rubbing their heads in pain, the men groan....

(Both from my own novel…they later become best friends.)

Amanda grasped her bow, breathing shallow breaths as she swiftly dodged a swing from an axe. A woman, about 17 stood harshly with pale white skin, and her eyes were a blood bath red. Addicting yet painful. Her skull was cracked, yet she still stood like she was alive, as if it was nothing new for her. The hair from her head mostly cov...

On a foggy night in Gotham City, a jet-black Bat-Signal cut through the clouds, shining a massive emblem over the skyline. Batman, cloaked in shadows, watched from a nearby rooftop. Commissioner Gordon was late, which was unusual, but Batman was patient. He heard a soft, deliberate sound behind him and turned to see not Gordon, but a figure in a long coat and deerstalker hat, the faintest outline ...

Five was walking into Griddys Donuts, more specifically Five Hargreeves. (FROM THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY AND THEY RUINED THE FOURTH SEASON FOR FIVE) Anyways Five sits down at the booth and got a coffee. Someone limps in, obviously taller than Five by a few inches. He observes the boy, he looked 17. Five himself was 58 in a 13 year olds body. The boy sits a seat away from Five.

“Sorry to bother you but...

Detroit, 2077, Earth-21109.

Murphy scanned the mission area: “Threat assessment: High.” Three targets. Two of the hulking mechs had already dropped to the ground, their hydraulics whining in protest. The third was recklessly descending from the massive cargo plane, fast. Before it could join the fray, Murphy was on it—his recent upgrades kicked in, and he closed the distance midair.

Missile laun...

Harry pushed back the mop of hair across his scar. It hadn’t burnt in an age, but the memory, the shadow of the pain was still there. It always would be.

He saw Molly’s pristine apron and head maid pin, right above her heart. How she managed to look so neat and polished without magic, he’d never know. Not a speck of dust remained in the room, it was in a state of perfection.

Molly looked at th...

A thunderclap of Childish Gambino and raucous laughter stormed into the cool darkness of the driveway. Cedric was telling that story again, Neal deduced. He was elated he had chosen the ideal moment to step outside of Terrence and Mika’s Halloween houseparty. Cedric’s stories were not only endless but often inspired more stories and photos. Neal shivered despite his tartan Ulster cape. Pipe in hi...

****A Reluctant Guardian****

Arora’s heart continued its frantic rhythm, a counterpoint to the simmering anger within her. Dominic's presence, despite its captivating nature, felt like a violation. He had nearly died, and here he was, strolling into her life like it was nothing, a blatant disregard for his own well-being. Her gaze flickered between his face and his bandaged hand, a silent indictm...

****Arora's Perspective****

Arora's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the sudden surge of emotions that washed over her. She couldn't deny it, despite the stoic facade she presented. Dominic Corinthose, the infamous mobster, was standing before her, his piercing green eyes holding hers captive. He was even more captivating in person, his sculpted features and imposi...

****A Bookstore Encounter****

The days bled into weeks, each one a frustrating echo of the last. Dominic's men, under Marcus's relentless leadership, scoured the city, their network a spiderweb of informants and covert operations. They investigated every lead, every whisper of a woman matching the description: tall, with hazel eyes and a striking presence. But Arora, as if a phantom, remained elu...