Fiction
An Ode to Recovery: Midnight Show
When my head hits the pillow at night, I don’t see a blank ceiling, I see us, reliving our memories like an overrun movie on a large screen, like a sky full of gleaming stars, showering light all around me.…
An Ode to Recovery: Twilight’s Pawn
You silly little sunshine, So put together at midday! Tell me have you tried Solving the riddle in your name, Lost your eyes in the process And could never find the pencil? You twirl and giggle, His feet are tired,…
An Ode to Recovery: Delicate
Yellow, white, golden and brown: same old curtains surround me every morning; Morbid, plain, so delicate, so pale. They bend and break too, but in their ruins, all you see are loose threads; In mine, you see placid, darkened eyes…
Superman: Man of Tomorrow- 5:31 AM
Wednesday August 22, 2018 5:31 AM Conner turned off his alarm, grabbing his t-shirt from the nearby chair. He scratched his stubble absent-mindedly, whistling Imagine Dragons as he entered the washroom. He stared into his reflection two seconds too long.…
Batman: Duel- Ch 1, Beautiful Lies
1993 Gotham. It's the most beautiful city in America. It's also one of the worst cities to live in, worldwide. Crime rates have been stuck at 2.5% for the last decade. Property values were in perpetual decline. Mayors, governors and…
Dragonball LE: Light Eternal- Ch 1, Vegeta Dies
"Wake up, soldier. It's time." Bardock opened his eyes. The dark red of his pod's interior greeted him. "ETA to our destination, pod?" "3 minutes." "That's too long. Engage the VR again." "As you wish." Bardock was engulfed by overwhelming…
Captain America: Out of Time- Chapter One: Sentinel Down
It's not easy. It's not easy swinging the shield, let alone throwing it. James Barnes was finding that out the hard way. It was 12 pm, and James was speeding through the noon traffic of Long Island City. He ran…
Live, Die, Run, Repeat
I hear him, before anyone else. It's a hum that vibrates below the frequency of the known universe. Diana's about to fall to the Furies. Bruce's mind is already gone. It will take me three nanoseconds to free Bruce. Five…
Cruel Men Come at Dawn
865 AD Torvald shivered. He looked wistfully at his sticks and runes. The boat rolled and rumbled, and his totems danced around the floor, tumbling haphazardly and clunking against the wood. Ivar grinned, and Torvald felt both relieved and unnerved.…
A Cuboid: Pink Sunsets in Dhaka
She points to the setting sun in front of us. Then, balancing her phone between my arm and the hood of the rickshaw to a photographic position, she blurts, “I must take this shot for my Instagram. It is no-filter…
