The honking of car horns and constant construction created a symphony of urban chaos every afternoon right outside of Sam Holden's New York City apartment. The lower east side had changed a lot from the decrepit slums Sam grew up in, but things like the sounds remained unchanged. Over the many years, Sam let the apartment go into dis-array having had it pass...
It was a fairly standard Thursday afternoon at Goldberg Consultation Services, LLC, as the sounds of the occasional phone ringing at the waiting room desk and the rustling of bulky paperwork filled the incandescently-lit office in the middle of downtown Springfield. “Miss… Uh, Eva?” The receptionist called out, peeking her head into the waiting room door. “C...
Author's disclaimer: Autor is witting this usually when he is riding to or from work. Because its a combination of a new lifestyle and hard work, he is kinda sleep deprived. Sometimes the sentences don't even make sense in his native language. He would be really glad, if someone would tell him his mistakes, as a reward, he will be more open to suggestions fo...
God was watching Eastenders. Don't ask me how, but they do say he works in mysterious ways. And being omnipotent, he could, if it was his wont, sit under a larger tree in a beautiful garden and watch the miserable faces of walford. Especially as this was Sunday all and his day off. Just put all calls on the answer machine and let 'em pray. Life was sweet....
Anyone simply looking at Meredith Harrison would never have guessed that she felt very unsatisfied and badly done to by life. How could she? The statuesque junior was the queen bee in her college's social circles. She decided who was in, who was out, what was hot, what was not. People would do anything for a word from her, even though most of the time it was...
First of all, I think I must introduce myself, I am Jeanne, The CEO, and Omni. I think I can spare you all the details about how I obtained the source of reality and became one with it thus controlling what is and isn’t real. At that point multiple questions might be raised in the mind of someone inferior like you. Like what can I do, what can’t I do, and wh...
I am seated on the couch in a short poet's nightshirt. It is white with some delicate embroidery. A strap has fallen off my shoulder. One leg is tucked under me while the other dangles to the floor. It is an innocent, almost childlike pose, yet risque in position. I am wearing no makeup, freshly showered, my skin smells of vanilla. You are seated comfortably...
It had been a while since I had met someone like Paul. A long time ago, we were introduced, then we didn’t talk for a while. One day he contacted me, however, and we started talking, immediately clicking on all sorts of levels. We had a lot in common, but there were enough differences between us to make decidedly deep arguments interesting. We talked every n...
Kyle Rayner is a little down on his luck at the moment. His kind of, sort of, girlfriend, Soranik Natu, the daughter of Sinestro, just tried to kill him. Yes, he did keep a pretty big secret from her that may have involved his participation in the death of his and her's evil future son, (Fuck you, time travel bullshit), but he didn’t know that initially, whi...
As I wake up again Amy is still lying on top of me and is fast asleep. I finally have time to think. So about 19 hours ago I woke up in a hospital having received surgery for modifications of my mental and physical capabilities. Then about 18 hours ago, the most powerful man alive told me that he has created me, and others were genetically modified or art...