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Authors note: What would you do if you thought that someone stole your idea but the reality is far more complicated than you first thought? The latest adventure of my superheroines the Dazzling Diamond and the Asimus Avenger. The Dazzling Diamond woke on the ground surrounded by scorch marks. It was a sunny day and she was out in the middle of a field. She looked and 10 feet away was the Asimus ...
Double Feature Challenge, Part 1 Theme: Supeheroine on Tik-Tok The Double Feature Challenge is a one-on-one writing challenge between two of our esteemed writers. The rules are simple: One theme 1500 words One vote at the end of the story Let's get started. by Woody “Stair Shuffle. Stair shuffle. What’s your name, where you from. Oooh a trickshot! nup, they missed. You know this for you page is ...
Julie Torpor worked as a broker on the top floor of an office building in Brisdale. She was 5’6.”, short brown hair, with a slim build and a rather conservative dress sense. She wore glasses and was always tired. Coffee was her lifeblood, but it didn’t work half the time. The reason she was always tired is Julie had a problem, she was a narcoleptic. She had been diagnosed 6 months ago but the ...
Julie Torpor sat in the sleep specialist’s office. She had been lethargic for a while now and had drifted off at work multiple times. She sat nervously as she waited for Doctor Night, whom she thought had the perfect name for a sleep doctor. “The Doctor will see you now Julie.” The receptionist said and Julie got up and walked into his office. Doctor Johnathon Night was in his early 40’s and ...
She landed with the grace of a ballerina at a secluded beach. Putting her bag down and obscuring herself behind some trees, she raised her hand and twirled. A shower of red and white sparks cascaded down her sleek toned arm. As it reached her hair her mask disintegrated, sunglasses replacing them. As the sparks met her trademark red and white form fitting suit, a flowy sundress materialised, ...
I hate early mornings. But apparently here things are different. H gets up a the crack of dawn and when she books a “training session” you better believe that that’s when it’s going to start. Truth be told I found this out the hard way; Mid-flight still in my bed with H carrying me as Hyperwoman. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” I yelled above the wind noise. “Morning sleepyhead” I heard faintly. ...
It was a couple of days since I first became Hyperwoman. I stood in front of the mirror contemplating what I was about to do. I looked at myself. I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and some nice heels that H had lent me. My hair in a pony tail. I took off my glasses and set them down. Then I ripped the shirt. I felt the now familiar surge flow through me and I looked as I transformed into my ...
Have you ever had that feeling when you’ve drunk so much that you have no idea where you are and are heavily disoriented. Well, that happened to me a while ago but I was stone-cold sober. I woke up as normal but things were a little different. For one my bed was on a different wall then what I went to sleep on. When your first thought is “How much did I drink last night” closely followed by ...
“Now how do I fly and where is this warehouse?” A quick internet search on the search engine Giggle gave me the address and rough directions. It was only about three minutes as the crow flies. “That’s the where taken care of, Now how do I get there?” I thought. “Fly,” I said and jumped into the air; only to land on my feet. I tried again. “Fly,” I said as this time I took a running leap; and I ...
I was looking into a mirror… again. The girl who walked into the unit was more of a dead ringer than Hyperwoman. She had her hair tied back in a loose pony tail and glasses over her green eyes. She was my height, my build, even had similar clothes to what I owned. She even had a dimple on her right cheek looked to be where mine was. I looked at her glasses in detail. They were just like my new ...