“Sanctioned, Book One: Rejects” by ChrysKelly

“Glory is fleeting, but obscurity lasts forever.”

Stacey said something funny.

I managed to miss it completely, and I’m not even sure what I was thinking about when I should have been listening. But I knew it was funny, and not nasty, because Zaheera and MJ were laughing. They wouldn’t laugh at something cruel; they definitely wouldn’t laugh at me or Ashleigh being the butt of a joke. In fact, Zaheera would likely get offended and say something to Stacey about how her attempts at humour were hurtful and undeserved.

So it was definitely a funny comment – and for once, that left me wishing I’d been paying attention when Stacey spoke, instead of mentally writing a few paragraphs of my latest Tarzan fanfic in my head.

That’s what I’d been thinking about: I’d left a cliffhanger on my last update – Tarzan was just about to meet Jane for the first time. Continue reading “Sanctioned, Book One: Rejects” by ChrysKelly

“Once Giants, Volume I: The Size Queen” by Team Contract

Headlights flashed and horns blared as Tina dashed across the rain drenched highway. She slammed full force into the side of a swerving minivan. Or perhaps it had slammed into her. Either way, the cheap Korean import crumbled like a beer can as it bounced off her eight foot frame and spun out in a squeal of rubber and exploding glass.

Caralho!” Damn idiot. Continue reading “Once Giants, Volume I: The Size Queen” by Team Contract

“Kill Yourself Working” by Knifleman

Annabelle Park leaned back in her chair, absentmindedly chewing on a lump of tobacco that had long ago lost any flavour or texture. She’d gotten into the habit as a teen, when she’d had to spend a year living with her grandfather on his farm, and had never gotten out of it again, despite her dentist’s best efforts. Someday, she told herself, she’d quit, knowing full well she probably wouldn’t. Continue reading “Kill Yourself Working” by Knifleman

“Liberation” by Psycho Gecko

“Yo, Magneto, what’s the word?” asked Manny’s curious neighbor Wyatt in the Lakeland Special Correctional Facility. Manfred Wells, aka Magnes, didn’t appreciate the nickname, but his gimmick, gadgets, and popular culture made it inevitable. He knew when he first started his career as a criminal to expect his fair share of derivative nicknames. Besides, Wyatt wasn’t too bad a fellow, Manny figured. His next door neighbor had taken it upon himself to make sure Manny didn’t get into too much trouble. Continue reading “Liberation” by Psycho Gecko

From “Stone Burners” by Syphax

Olivia hunched over on the couch in Ben’s apartment, threadbare blanket wrapped around her shoulders and wings. The tube TV across from her filled the dim room with flickering light and white noise. Outside, sirens cut through the night air, more than she’d ever heard in the last week since waking up for the first time. She tensed up every time it sounded like they were approaching, though they always turned away or stopped short. Continue reading From “Stone Burners” by Syphax

Guest Post Week

I’m on vacation this week. To make sure that there would be a post, I asked people at Web Fiction Guide to see if anybody would mind filling in for the Thursday and Sunday updates so that there would be something to read.

I got a bigger response than I asked for, so much so that I decided to post one a day in the hopes that I’d be able to accomodate everyone.

Starting today, you’ll be seeing a new post around noon EST.

Precision: Part 7

Jillian’s boyfriend straightened up, letting go of Jillian’s arm, and standing in between her and Kid Biohack. Meeting Kid’s eyes, he said, “I told you I wasn’t going to do the hero thing after graduation. The system’s corrupt, and I know you know it. We talked about it back—” and there he blinked, “—in days we can’t talk about.”

Jeremy glanced over at me, and I guessed he’d recognized the same thing I had—the slack-jawed look of a guy whose psychic block had kicked into action.

Haley grabbed Jillian’s arm and whispered into her ear while pulling her backward, and nudging Camille and the guys next to her.

That was the smart play. Getting a ringside seat at what might be a superpowered fight was not.

Meanwhile, the conversation hadn’t stopped. Kid Biohack said, “I know it, but you’re not just dropping out of the system. You’re actively working against it, and the people you’re hurting aren’t the people we had a problem with. It’s normal people you’re hurting. You’re part of the group that’s robbing the armored cars.”

Jillian didn’t go immediately, reaching out and touching her boyfriend, “Alden?”

He just said, “Go.”

After a moment, she did, or at least she tried to. All the people coming out of the theater had created a crowd behind us and on both sides. Going forward didn’t seem like a good idea. Our only option aside from revealing ourselves was to push sideways, and so we did.

We just couldn’t do it quickly, and so we got to hear more of the conversation than we wanted.

“You’re my best friend in the world, man, but if you’re in this, I have to bring you in.”

Alden shook his head, “I know, but hear me out first. You know there’s something wrong. It might be the Nine. It might be that heroes we’ve believed in are too powerful, have too much influence. It’s hard to tell, but when you’re outside the system, you’ve got the freedom to look, and I’m looking.”

Kid Biohack replied, his arms shaking as he said, “You’re not doing detective work, all you’re doing is hurting people!”

Alden held up his hands between the two of them, palms out. “No. There’s no hurting involved. We don’t hurt civilians and we never kill. We’re careful. Precise. We only rob businesses. They’re all insured. The crime’s practically victimless.”

Kid Biohack brought his hands to both sides of his head, and might have pulled his hair if he weren’t wearing a mask.

Bringing his hands back down, he said, “Look, robbing armored cars isn’t the only thing you could have done. People are always looking for speedsters. Even if you didn’t want to do hero work, you could have worked privately or for the government—”

Alden shook his head. “You know better. The Nine are in government, and even if it’s not them, my dad would never leave me alone. You know what he’s like. He’d hound me and I’d be in a Defenders unit within the month.”

In a much quieter voice than he’d used before, Kid Biohack asked, “Is this all about your dad? I know he’s not the best—”

Alden didn’t let him finish. “I don’t know. So what is it? Are you going to let me go, or are we going to fight?”

“Shit,” Kid Biohack said, sighing. “I think we’re gonna fight.”

After that, I didn’t so much as see them fight as feel the wind as they rushed each other, and see the blur. From the spybots’ logs, I learned that they fought in the parking lot for a little while, but I never saw them.

Bare moments later, they weren’t in the parking lot anymore, instead, they were fighting all over the city, only showing up briefly in the spybots cameras before disappearing again. Alden wasn’t caught that night, but I had no way to know that as we led Jillian to the van, climbed in and drove back to campus.

I made a quick check of my phone before I got into the van. Travis, Chris, Marcus, and Sydney were trying to use the spybots’ images to select a good spot in the city to set up an ambush. Chris Cannon’s grandfather came on the comm to offer them suggestions, one of which was, “Just give up. You don’t have anyone fast enough.”

He was, as I mentioned, completely correct about that, but they still gave it a try.

I put the phone back in my pocket, figuring that I’d help if anyone asked. Just then, however, we were in a much better position to capture Alden than anyone. Granted we couldn’t capture him directly, but we could get information that might help.

We couldn’t leave the parking lot at first. Jillian sat down in the second row of the van, but Jeremy stood behind her, leaning forward toward her, and everyone else crowded around the two of them.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” she said. As non-answers went, it was one of the best, but it didn’t save her from the followup question.

“Did you know he was a criminal?” The words came out of Jeremy in a rush.

She hesitated, but finally said, “N-No.”

I didn’t need to notice Haley’s frown to guess that Jillian was lying.

Precision: Part 5

In the background, I heard Courtney continue. “His text said that he was corralling everyone else.”

Jillian stood a little taller than Haley, and she’d braided her hair—which went halfway down her back. Just like the last time I’d seen her, she wore a flannel shirt over a t-shirt.

Courtney backed in as Jillian stepped inside—Jeremy and I didn’t have a particularly large room. We each had a closet on either side of the door, forcing everyone to move into the main area of the room, and stand next to our bunks and the desks. Jeremy’s was covered with a mixture of physics textbooks, science fiction paperbacks, old anime DVD’s, and books about conspiracy theories. Except for my laptop and the textbooks I couldn’t get as ebooks, mine was nearly empty.

Courtney pulled out Jeremy’s chair as Haley sat on my desk. Jillian and I stood in the middle of the room next to the bunk beds.

All of this meant that I couldn’t ask Haley anything about the power juice. The big questions being whether Jillian had some on her or whether she’d already drunk it or what? Continue reading Precision: Part 5

The Legion of Nothing: A Series of Online Superhero Novels (Updates Monday and Thursday)