A father of 3, Wendell is a cyber hobo with a love for storytelling and food. His interests include grappling, pro wrestling, anime, MMA, superheroes, comedy, at least one song in every musical genre except EDM, and cooking.
Yesterday seemed like a distant memory. James was awakened by both the feel and sound of his stomach rumbling. Fortunately for him, his nose detected the aroma of whatever mouth-watering concoction Uncle June was whipping up in the kitchen.
Morning’s light forced open James's weary eyes. He shielded his face with his left hand while the right fumbled for his cell phone. He noted the time digitally painted on the screen and threw off his covers.
James stared at his uncle like a crazy person. The craziness did not stem from his uncle or from what he had said, but from the initial excitement at hearing the word vampire. That feeling was slowly displaced by curiosity.
James Mitchell entered through the main entrance of the Institute for Paranormal Studies. As he passed by doors labeled “Introduction to Magic” and “Vampiric Lore,” the admittedly nerdy side of his personality was intrigued by the prospect of learning about the paranormal.
Nathaniel Dawkins recognized the limitations of his capacity for compassion. Unfortunately, his employer at the Port Arthur Pulse had greatly overestimated those limits.
We all have something that just bugs us. Sometimes it’s merely an observation that after a little reflection, you can ignore. Other times, it just burrows into your subconsciousness and infiltrates your thoughts as you mop the floor or try to watch an episode of Black-ish; its sole mission to enrage you.
Ekon Okafor wanted to believe he was stronger than this; or at the very least smarter than his actions were making a concerted effort to disprove.
Anyone familiar with me online or off is well aware of my affinity for Dragon Ball Z. Earlier this year I watched and mostly enjoyed Dragon Ball Super.