Comics

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” »

Comics

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” »

Comics

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” »

Comics

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” »

Comics

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” »

Comics

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” »

Comics

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” »

Comics

Squint passports and chopsticks

With a shake of her head Dr Temperance Brennan placed a small plastic card of the bar and walked over to her co-workers’ table. She ignored Angela’s raised an eyebrow and contemplated her noodles. And Special Agent Seeley Booth’s back. She could see his jacket bunch and relax as he stretched to pick the card up and flip it over in his hands. Continue reading “Squint passports and chopsticks” »

Comics

Oh Crap

Residency wasn’t at all what I thought it would be. I thought I would just be working on patients, saving lives, you know- the normal stuff. I was an idiot. You know those souvenir shirts that are like, “I went to –state exotic destination here- and all I got was this lousy t-shirt”? Well they should have one for the residents here at Seattle Grace…it would go a little something like this: “I got accepted to one of the best surgical residencies in the country and all I did was fuck my boss, baby-sit an Alzheimer’s patient (who is also the mother of the girl you have a crush on), work late hours (then proceed over to the bar to get wasted), get syphilis, and operate on a heart in an elevator.” Don’t get me wrong, but this hospital has more drama than my high school did. Continue reading “Oh Crap” »