She bought the ticket back to Gotham without needing to think twice about it. Selina hadn’t resorted to such impulses in months, especially when it concerned the grimy, slimy city she called home, but this time she made an exception. Even then, the term “home” was used loosely. Stray cats don’t stay in one place for too long. Continue reading “Ashes to Ashes” »
Edith’s old pillow in her old bedroom, starched and stale from disuse, still cradled her head perfectly, just the way she remembered it. In times of great emotional need, familiarity felt a lot like hope. Continue reading “Forgive Me” »
Surprisingly, it was Sadness who had left them first.
Fear had puzzled about that for days. He’d always assumed that people were sad to die, so it hadn’t made any sense to him to lose her this early on. But so it was. Continue reading “Transient” »
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?” »
I think I need an aspirin
I gotta get my head right
Can’t remember what I did last night
Everything, everything is still a blur.
Harley woke up slowly, stretching out her limbs and yawning. The first thought struck her: where the hell am I? Continue reading “Blur” »
Peter Quill ran a hand down his weary face, scratching slightly at the scuff growing on his jawline as he put the Milano on cruise before he crashed his beloved ship into something on purpose just to cure himself of boredom. Of course, he’d never actually do that, but after flying for hours upon hours and listening to his Awesome Mix Vol. 1 until Drax had at least memorized and understood the lyrics to Hooked on a Feeling, he had to get up and do something. Continue reading “Ears Aren’t Just for Listening” »
Judy Hopps: January, 1/25/2016 5:43 pm.
Dear family and friends, it’s me Judy. I apologize for my long wait on updating you on my happenings here in my new life in Zootopia and I’m sure Mom and dad most be fidgety for a phone call or letter by now. It’s just I have been so busy with being both a new comer and a police officer that I have had little time to fill you guys in. So let me begin with saying I miss everybody and hope there doing well while I’m here making my dreams come true. Continue reading “Zoobook” »
Newt Scamander was not an ordinary boy, and never had been. Ever since he first came out of the womb, he had a fascination with animals. First, it was the family Crup. Then, he had found a baby Bowtruckle, and kept it in a cage in his room. At the age of seven, his mother had begun to allow him to help tend the Hippogriffs that she bred as a hobby and he had begun to dismember Horklumps to get a better idea of exactly what these creatures were made up of. Continue reading “Expedition One” »
The crack of the rifle was like lightning cutting through the jungle. Ardeth knew immediately what it meant, and he whirled around, the cry escaping him. “Horus!”
The falcon was lost. He knew that, the same way he knew that it was Lock Nah who had figured it out and shot the bird. A fine grief seized him, surprising in its intensity. Continue reading “Friends Lost and Found” »
He ran and ran, Alex’s cry of fear echoing in his ears.
Still he ran. “We’re going to make it. We’re going to make it” the chant ran in his head. He could run all day, his son in his arms. The sunlight was coming but he would beat it, he had to. On and on he ran. “We’re going to make it”. Continue reading “And all because he loved them” »