Microfiction
Ultra Max
Never said he was enough to make it. He tried to be strong but was smaller than the other kids. Jeffery wanted to grow up strong, and as he grew, he became more robust. He saw others picked on and wanted to stop the town's bullies. Jeffery worked out and started to notice the bosses ruling the streets. He began to grab the members of the gangs and stop the criminals. Jeffery Sagen just wanted to prevent those from being harassed. The street gangs started to hunt such a hero. Jeffery began to call himself Ultra Max. As he had no superpowers, only his fighting skills would have to do. He was not invincible by any means and even walked out of fights bruised and beaten. As the gangs began to become stronger, tracking him became more manageable. Jeff had to even make himself stronger with armor and weapons. Even now, the crime was being cleaned up, and the gangs had trouble stopping him. As Ultra Max became popular, the cops seemed to look the other way. As the more significant organizations were looking to destroy him. Many gangs joined together to trap Ultra Max. Crime only wanted their way in the city if they could escape their fiend. Somehow, his reasoning figured out their plot and got them all caught. Wits and methods were his means, as wearing his suit, cape, and mask kept his identity, but for how long. Ultra Max will be protecting the streets till he can be stopped.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
Green Heat
The bridge was collapsing and my baby and I were in the car. I scrambled to the backseat, in a desperate attempt to free her from her car seat. She was crying, I was crying, and my peacoat was suffocating me in the heat of my panic. I knew that I had no choice but to get her out, to get us off of the bridge that would otherwise kill us.
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Fiction
W.T.F.
I was happy asleep. Still ok when I woke, before I opened my eyes. You've overslept before. You know how you know, the moment you wake, you're late. It's like that. Except it isn't just the light. It's the fabric I'm balled up under. Its feel. Its smell. The... presence behind me.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Phaser
The neon sensors roared alive for the thirty-first time. “Doc, hold on – it’s not moving.” #20 panted. He pressed himself into the corner of the cage as tightly as he could, as though he could somehow push himself through to freedom. In his ears a symphony of blood sang in chorus with the racing of his little heart.
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Fiction
Ghost
A team of researchers had finally discovered tachyons—superluminal particles—photons that travel faster than the speed of light, and effectively flow backwards in time. Under the right conditions, smashing the right particles together, the supercollider produced a brilliant flash of light, and unfortunately for one researcher, a lethal dose of radiation.
By Reid Christmann2 years ago in Fiction
MAGA Man
Maniacal mists of moodiness marked the midnight moon looming over middle America. Malcolm Murphy, a menacing mastermind, would soon make his move. Murphy was a middle-aged madman who moved through life in a maze of mishaps and mediocrity. Manifesting the madness consuming him and others just like him, his mind became both manipulated and motivated by one thing: magnifying Donald Trump’s message.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Fiction
Economic Hitman
When he discovered the evils of communism and capitalism, he decided to destroy modern economics as he knew it. It wasn’t that he was a superhero necessarily, or even the bad guy, it was mere expedience to get the suffering over with that made him an economic hitman. No one would know his name, and that was just fine. He would be the blandest office geek ever with a big suitcase from the 1980’s which contained the finest computer available, and his secret weapon in the event the cyber police found him. It wasn’t a gun, it wasn’t his talent with viruses, it wasn’t his perfect poker face and ability to calmly lie to anyone. No. The secret weapon was powerful enough to knock out the grid for a hundred miles around; all he had to do was push a button, and chaos in the streets would allow him to disappear. He called his pulse device “electromagnus,” and all he had to do was plug it in to make it work. Yes. Modern debt, modern monetary “theory,” modern digitalism had enslaved the whole earth, and the office geek was going set it free.
By Aaron Michael Grant2 years ago in Fiction
241 Sometimes I Surprise Even Myself. Top Story - August 2024.
Self-awareness is a big deal--evolutionarily. Our brain also creates foresight, purpose, empathy, and a sense of fulfillment. The list goes on... emotions, love, disdain, anger, remembering targets for revenge, praise, admiration, etc.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
