His phone rang. A glance brought a groan.

"Yes, sir?" He smiled with his voice while his brow furrowed. "Where?" he asked. "I'll be right there."

His employer was sitting on the curb, his head in his hands. The remains of a white BMW convertible sat slumped in the street. The car was bleeding fluids out into the street. The deflated airbag lay limply in the driver’s lap as the woman reclined bac...

“Bastard! I won’t allow you to wreck havoc anymore!” The hero declared, “HA!” He yelled as he approached the monster. In just one blow, his punch penetrated the monster’s body and opened a hole on his belly.

“We’re saved!” The crowd cried, an abundance of journalists rushed to the hero, newly arrived one shoved their way into the crowd of journalists. They all attempted to interview the hero, no ...

I am Lillie.

Assistant to the hero Billie

Billie is what I call her.

I hope to be taller.

When we drive really fast,

Well… I get scared.

I hope this job is soon in the past.

At least so I thought.

I hope to be _stationary_,

Or a laundry washer.

I just hope this ends sooner...

Look, if you need a job, just let me tell you: do NOT be an assistant to a superhero.

You might think, “hey, it sounds fun, and you get to be famous?”

Hell, nawwwwww.

Where do I even begin

The ungodly amount of paperwork?

Working overtime all the time?

Or having to patch up another persons wounds?

Like, do I LOOK like a doctor to you? I ain’t getting your blood on my hands…

…but I still do...

In the bustling metropolis of Skyhaven City, where skyscrapers reached for the heavens and the echoes of heroic deeds filled the air, there lived an ordinary assistant named Lily. While she herself possessed no extraordinary abilities, Lily's life was anything but ordinary as she served as the loyal assistant to the city's beloved superhero, Captain Valor.

Every day, Lily's alarm clock would soun...

In the distant future, humanity had long suffered under the oppressive rule of an alien race known as the Xelthorians. For decades, humans were enslaved, their freedom and dignity stripped away. The Xelthorians ruled with an iron fist, suppressing any hope of resistance or rebellion.

Amidst the despair, a warrior named Aiden emerged from the shadows. Aiden had seen his people suffer for far too l...

After a solar flare thrust the populace into a super-powered age, some got on luckier than others. Some can fly, stop hearts with their mind, or vanish into the shadows. Others, most, pulled the short straws. Tracey can grow out his fingernails, up to a maximum of two centimetres. His cousin can selectively smell flowers up to fifty miles away, and his barber’s fiancé is in a constant state of...

“Mmm” The young sidekick stirs in their sleep. A cold breeze washed over them, helping the tall specimen to wake up. As they slowly flutter their eyes open, a soothing voice could be heard behind them “mornin’~” the voice was familiar yet unrecognisable due to the tired state the young one was in, though a small smile curled upon the raven-haired friend. Their eyes blurry, unable to see the said p...

Mona sighed as she slipped into the corner booth. The sparkly heart red vinyl squeaked as she sank into its depths. Fresno Freddie’s was her official third place. Outside of work and home between her favorite second hand bookstore and library the slip of a greasy spoon was her haven. Mona settled MothWoman’s costume in its dry cleaners plastic on the booth’s seat. There was only one all night dry ...

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