Sometimes, I hate my life. Seriously. My name is Stephen L'Atelier. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on the seventh day of February 1989. My father, Jeremie L'Atelier is White, of French-Canadian descent. My mother, Annette Jean-Francois, is Black, of Haitian descent. She moved to Canada from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti t...
The incident had started innocently enough during morning exercises. The day started as every day at Xavier's School for the Gifted, with a brisk, dangerous, team mission in the Danger Room. Cyclops had ordered the small cadre of Blue Team members into the mission at five in the morning. The team consisted of Cyclops, the team leader, Jean Grey, his redheade...
To the best of my knowledge, I'm in a category by myself. For you see, I've been kicked out of the only place in the universe which NEVER kicks people out. I'm talking about Hell, of course. Yes, THE Hell. You see, my Dad runs it and apparently he doesn't want me there. It isn't out of fatherly love but because I caused way too much trouble for him down ther...
As I stare up at the evening moon, the warm air blows a refreshing breeze through the forest of Teldrassil. I can smell the sweet aroma of the flowers and grass as the pollen takes flight and glides passed my face. Though seen as an outsider to the natives, I always feels at home within this land atop of the world tree of Teldrassil, and that no where else w...
Hypno Girl took a deep breath as she entered the seedy nightclub. Coming here was risky, but she felt confident that her mental powers would protect her from any threat. Besides, with Psionica battling the tentacle monsters on Alteron Five, Hypno Girl was the only available member of the Justice Society with the telepathic power to find Cosmic Girl and rescu...
The bodies of Sandpeople covered the floor of the cave, some dismembered or with limbs missing clearly be lightsaber's, others crushed against the cave walls or with rocks. Sash stood amid the carnage, covered from head to toe in blood, none was hers. She switched of her red bladed lightsaber and turned towards the rear of the cave. Her long dark hair, which...
My name is Ivan Charpentier. The world has never seen someone quite like me. A six-foot-two, broad-shouldered and muscular young black man clad in a long black leather duster over a red leather jacket, red leather pants and black leather boots. Complete with stylish sunglasses. In case the outfits got you wondering, the answer is yes. I am in fact bisexual....
Chapter 3, "To walk and talk" The second day of the march dawned steamy and wet, the fiery orb glaring on the Marwerl steppes, illuminating the two warriors as they were settling for their second resting of the day. As Drerin went through his customary stretches preparing for their three vutcer training session which was the sole reason for the stop in the...
Faith sat at her computer, staring at the chat room in a somewhat dazed state. Drew dumped her, why would he do that? They were going to get married at the end of the month, maybe it was cold feet and he would come back to her, maybe he just wanted to see if she would wonder away from him emotionally. She didn't know, so she did the only thing she could, an...
Octopus Jones: Case of The Couch Monster It was 9 am when the action-packed man with the tentacled hands Octopus Jones entered the building of the PIE. No I'm not talking about apple pies or cherry pies. I'm talking about PIE, meaning Paranormal Investigation Enterprise, the largest paranormal investigation office in the world. Stopping by the receptionist'...