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Afterlife Crisis

It all begins the day after the event in Los Angeles, the one where somebody (Fury still doesn’t know who) didn’t get all the footage of one Agent Phillip J. Coulson scrubbed off the Internet. The highlight of that particular morning is the part where Steve Rogers storms into headquarters demanding answers and sounding like he’s just lost his mind. Fury’s inclined to let the agents witnessing that spectacle to come to their own conclusions about Captain America’s sanity. Fury rides out the moment, finishing giving Hill and Sitwell their orders for the day before manhandling Rogers into his office, with Rogers spluttering like a fish out of water. Continue reading “Afterlife Crisis” »

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So Far From All Our Dreams

After the screaming had stopped, they’d decided that staying in one room together was the best idea. Or well, Alicia had wanted to retreat to her room to process alone what had happened outside the front of their house (and then try calling Matt again), but had been told by her mother that staying together was the best idea. Alicia had thought to argue, but instead offered a deal – she would stay in the living room with them if her mom would tell her what the hell was going on. Continue reading “So Far From All Our Dreams” »

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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” »

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Of Luck and Lightning

Henry Allen was led from his cell towards the visitation area. This was normal enough; his son came to see him every few weeks. But Barry had just been here last week, and it was unlikely that he would have come again so soon. This was more to Henry’s request than Barry’s desires. The boy would have been in every week is Henry would have allowed it. But he didn’t like to think of his son wasting his life away on the other side of a glass partition, talking to the father who had never been there. The request was just as selfish as it was noble however, because it hurt Henry to see his son growing up without him. Continue reading “Of Luck and Lightning” »

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Anime Night

9 floors up, in my small office, sitting at my desk, my knee hurt. That always happened when it rained (courtesy of a Japanese bullet on Guadalcanal, back in my uniformed days), and it was raining then. I could see it flailing against the window in waves. Cold, wet, and dark. I hate the rain. And from the looks of things, my new client wasn’t too happy with it either. Continue reading “Anime Night” »

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Intuition

Cat Grant had always lauded herself to being a reporter, a writer, above all other things in this world. Being the owner of a media conglomerate possibly landed as a close second, despite the emptiness it had created in her life via family relations, but it was as close to something that made her feel like she was doing positive work in the eyes of her mother. Continue reading “Intuition” »

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Switched

11:17 PM Somewhere outside of Area 51

Scully awoke to what sounded vaguely like popcorn popping. The sound was familiar to her but still half-asleep, it took her awhile to realize it was the sound of rain beating against the roof of the car. She looked at the car clock – 11:21. But something was wrong. The clock never looked like that to her. It was the wrong angle for the shotgun seat. Continue reading “Switched” »

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Angels and the Truth

When I was young my mother told me that God loved me, and that there were angels, guardian angels who looked over us, who protected us, who saved us. And it is until now I see that there is no such thing. I see no angels have ever looked over me. I see no angels saving me. I see myself getting pulled into a deeper, darker whole. I’m drowning in my own emotions. I’m at an all time low, and I will not allow the one person that I trust, that I care for with all my heart to get pulled down with me. It is not going to be allowed. I will not let this deep dark whole swallow her along with me. Continue reading “Angels and the Truth” »

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Fixed

It was a Wednesday night at Syd’s. A group of business men retiring from a day filled of accountants, percentages and growth profits ate their meal quietly. A laugh every so often was let loose when a humorous comment was made concerning the latest baseball game. A television in the background displayed the latest celebrities’ trials and tribulations. The bar was filled with the sound of an ever popular hit from some not so famous band of the nineties. The place was almost empty, almost. Continue reading “Fixed” »