What Happened to Everyone?

It was the early hours of morning. Phil Coulson stood looking at the field of white grave markers, seeming without end, feeling a strong sense of reverence. He had an uncle and a grandfather buried in Arlington, and in a way, so was the man he was minding.

Coulson gave the man his space, and watched over him from ten feet away as the man gazed upon the grave marker that read; Continue reading “What Happened to Everyone?” »


Swords, Scales, and Bagpipes

Nash raised a hang to plug his snout as he entered the bar. These places always smelled horrible. He glanced to the left, and noticed a group of Hoblins, pig-like creatures who, due to their habit of living in swamps, always had a horrible smell surrounding them. Well, at least now he knew the source of the stench.

He walked over to a nearby barstool, one that was a good distance from the Hoblins. The tiny robot bartender floated over to him and asked for his drink order. Continue reading “Swords, Scales, and Bagpipes” »


This is the Life (Chapter 2)

So excuse me for forgetting
But these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten
If they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple
But now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you’re in the world

I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you’re in the world

Your Song- Elton John Continue reading “This is the Life (Chapter 2)” »


This is the Life (Chapter 1)

It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside,
I’m not one of those who can easily hide

Don’t have much money, but f I did,
I’d buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no,
or a man who makes potions in the traveling show,
I know it’s not much, but it’s the best I can do,
my gift is my song and this ones for you

– Your Song By Elton John Continue reading “This is the Life (Chapter 1)” »


The Truth on Parchment

Hermione stared at the book she was reading in her hand: Hogwarts, a History. She read this book so many times before, and four months ago, she had renewed the same book a dozen times. She wondered how boring she must have seemed.

In front of her was Harry and Ron’s workload of homework spread across two tables, yet they were nowhere in sight. Harry was in Quidditch practice for the fifth time this week and Ron was watching him in the pouring rain. It had been raining for three days straight, and it wasn’t showing any sign of letting up any time soon. Continue reading “The Truth on Parchment” »


Love and Nature (Chapter 2)

Harry was still shaken up at the close loss of his loyal owl he received as a 11th birthday present from Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As he got off, the entire Weasley family other than Mr. Weasley and Charlie ran from the house and gave him a group hug. After a few failed times, he managed to choke out, “Can’t breathe”.

They finally all let go of him and gave him room to breathe. They all gave him a warm smile that a loving family always gives and Harry couldn’t help but return. After Harry caught his breath, he made a gesture for a hug, which the Weasleys gladly gave. Continue reading “Love and Nature (Chapter 2)” »


Love and Nature (Chapter 1)

Harry Potter was no natural boy, sure, some boys may enjoy doing homework and hate summer vacation, but that is not what separated him from the others. He is a wizard, but not just any wizard; he is a The Boy Who Lived and the one destined to defeat Voldemort once and for all.

Okay, so your first thought must be, Oh great, another famous jerk that is meant to save the world but probably too selfish to do it. Well, he is nothing like that. Sure, he may be famous, but all he desires is to be a regular boy— Well as regular as a wizard boy can be. Continue reading “Love and Nature (Chapter 1)” »


No Hands

She isn’t sure if her son is crazy.

Emma imagines what it must be like for parents of children diagnosed with a severe disability; to learn that their child will never be able to do the most adaptive of skills — walking, talking, dressing themselves. Ultimately, the painful realization that their child will never be normal. She had hoped that by giving Henry up for adoption, he would be able to live a normal, healthy life. During her pregnancy, Emma had vague dreams of his happy life with a stable family. Not wanting to vanquish this longing sequence of thoughts, she’d chosen a closed adoption. Continue reading “No Hands” »


Zombies in Happy Valley

In the Summer of 2020 I traveled home to visit my parents. I don’t know why I did. They always had hated me. They never really showed any affection. But nonetheless I felt that familial loyalty to them and I guess that is what brought me back.

I ended up staying there a month, helping my father rebuild a barn that had burnt down the previous summer. They seemed kinder now, now that I was away from their lives. Perhaps I brought them down into the pits of despair. Continue reading “Zombies in Happy Valley” »