This is number three of the top 30 reasons for why normal people should not date a superhero(ine). Remember supers! This is all in good fun, BUT if you see yourself in these reasons you should consider altering your behavior in order to keep your beloved! [In no particular order, except for number one because that’s…
Tag: Making my own damn superheroes
The Receptor
I am on the subway in short exercise shorts (why is it that exercise clothes for women are even MORE sexualizing than our regular clothes? Probably to remind the people in power that we are still fuckable and that us training to to be able to run away and fight back is not threatening at…
#13 – You Are Constantly Almost Dying
This is number thirteen of the top 30 reasons for why normal people should not date a superhero(ine). Remember supers! This is all in good fun, BUT if you see yourself in these reasons you should consider altering your behavior in order to keep your beloved! [In no particular order, except for number one because that’s…
Half-Crazed Writer Seeking NPFS
Hey Y’all, Tuesdays are going to be quiet for a bit while I continue to pursue the elusive Nefarious Plot. With Back Venom nearing the end of the planning stages and the Achilles Project needing updates, I figure having one day off a week could be a good thing for me. This slot will not…
Post Delayed
Hey Y’all! I am sorry to report that today’s post has been delayed to a later date due to unfortunate, but not unsurprising, nefarious plot issues. Namely. I am having trouble making up a sufficiently believable nefarious plot. BUT DO NOT WORRY! I have my minions helping me! All the love, Michelle
Groceries
Quid checked the list again, who the hell put all the vegetables and fruits on it, she wondered. The only items she had on the list were prepackaged meals – microwaveable stuff, mac and cheese, boxed rice, and ramen. It could have been anyone because they all ate a lot healthier than her. She grabbed…
Baby
Daddy called her stupid, useless, shit-for-brains, hey numbskull, and idiot among other things. Ma called her Tammy, Tammy Lynn, not right now baby, I’m busy, maybe later. Her teachers could never remember her name. Beatrice called her Tammy-Lynn, but that doesn’t fit you, how about Quidnunc, Quid for short. Friend, best friend. Her classmates called…
Fireworks
Very little can pull Quid away from books and articles and reports. She isn’t fond of TV or radio or movies and video games and board games never hold her long, but the thud of exploding shells overriding her heartbeat gets her every time. She remembers old, worn blankets spread over dewy grass and the…
Gilded
Quid owns very few books due to her almost perfect memory and recall, despite her crippling inability to answer direct questions. She borrows from libraries and reads articles online and spends afternoons browsing bookstores, but she can remember when she was younger the books she desperately wanted to own. The thick, ornately bound, gilt-edged classics…
Ocean
Quid grew up far away from large bodies of water. She never learned to swim, never went to the public pool (that cost money). She never took baths, only showers. The closest she got to swimming was when Benny from two trailers down shoved her into the pond and she nearly drowned. Water was not…
Anniversary
There was a knock on the door. Quid marked her place and walked over to it. She opened without looking and was surprised to find her whole team there, Hye-Jung at the front holding a tray of rice cakes. Behind her Ivan had a homemade cake with an imperfect 100 in icing decorating the top….
Little Gentian 