Comics

Dragon Slayer

In the street of the small town of Fairy Tail, a crowd gathered. Children, adolescents, adults; people of all ages stood around in a circle. In the center of this crowd, there was a fire-breather with bright pink hair, who wore a raggedy brown tunic, splattered with mud and covered with scratches. He was known as “Salamander”. He had the ability to spit out fire in all different shapes and sizes, using his magnificent flames to portray a story of a courageous knight defeating a vicious dragon. Continue reading “Dragon Slayer” »

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There’s a Start

It is really warm today.

Scratching at his temple, the skin slightly dampened with sweat, Saitama stared at nothing in particular. It was mid afternoon, the tiny apartment was heated by the bright summer sunlight. Saitama laid on the wooden floor in nothing but a pair of shorts, among random things strewn around him. The air-conditioning for some reason was rather faulty that day, but Saitama could care less. He had gone through a lot worse during his 3-year training, and besides, Genos did not seem too affected by the extra heat. Continue reading “There’s a Start” »

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Dog of the army

War was the worst invention made by humans. It involved a lot of needless deaths, horrific scenes of maimed people and terrified screams of those dying. Second lieutenant John Havoc did not like war. He didn’t mind being a soldier as long as there was no war. He rejected war and despised anyone who claimed to like it. And despite everything, he was now stuck in one. Continue reading “Dog of the army” »

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After Death

Light is talking to Matsuda when he first feels it. A breath of air across the back of his neck and a premonitionary tingle in his fingers.

The hotel room that they are staying in– the investigators have gotten used to working in these anonymous rooms and Light allows them that comfort– is hot and closeted. The windows have all been shut and the drapes drawn. The investigators are all edgy. Ryuuzaki’s death is still heavy on them, and it shows in every hushed movement. Continue reading “After Death” »

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Elegy

It was a scene trapped in time: cherry blossoms adrift behind them as he posed for a shot with Keiko at the park in spring. He never saw that smile on her again, not after she had taken up the case. Of course, he had known the risks, but she had been one of the brightest in the ranks. He hadn’t counted on her being outwitted. Continue reading “Elegy” »

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Ace of Spades

She was on the couch, a hand plastered over her head, and she was staring up at the ceiling fan, wishing it would spin faster. It wasn’t hot, but she could do with a bit more cold air. A breeze, maybe. But if she wanted a breeze she could just step outside. No, wait, she couldn’t step outside. They were in space. If she stepped outside without a spacesuit on she’d die within ten seconds. They said you could survive at least ten seconds in the vaccum of outer space if you shut your eyes tightly and if you put earplugs in your ears and pinched your nose shut. And then you’d die. Oh, how sad. Continue reading “Ace of Spades” »

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Cowboy Bebop meets Iron Chef

The audience in Kitchen Stadium grew silent as a flash of spotlights on a central location suggested the beginning of yet another grand Iron Chef presentation. Spike Spiegel rose from nowhere up into the lights, unto his usual platform, by means of a lift. He lifted his hands, which were covered by his ‘out-flying-the-Swordfish-around’ gloves, and began to speak to the audience. Continue reading “Cowboy Bebop meets Iron Chef” »