“Thank you,” she says suddenly then sighs. “I'm not used to saying it, and I'm terrible at it but…” her eyes meet mine in low light. “Thank you, Eugene.”
I nod. “You're welcome.”
Keisha exhales like she's been holding it in for a while.
“Goodnight,” she say...
2024-03-20 12:53:20 +0000 UTC View PostSeriously, Chavez? I help you save your kid and you leave me with the bill for your coffee? For shame, man.
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The girls watch me as I walk back to our booth, and before I can sit down, Annie asks; “You told him?”
I nod. “He's rounding up the cavalry right now.” 2024-03-18 19:26:51 +0000 UTC View Post
“Who's he?” Annie asks of Detective Chavez, having noticed my interest in him.
“That's Detective Anthony Chavez,” I say. “And he needs help.”
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“So, let me get this straight,” Keisha says, after I explain what's going on with the detective, “even though...
2024-03-16 22:41:32 +0000 UTC View PostWell, it's been a minute, hasn't it?
I need to get better at not letting my life affect my writing.
Enjoy the chapter.
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Carter holds out a hand.
“This is my wife, Susie Whitfield,” he says, holding onto her as she leans into him. “I...
2024-03-14 22:42:18 +0000 UTC View Post“I’m gonna kill them,” Annie says simply.
…
…to her sister's declaration of intending to commit murder, Keisha's only reaction is a shrug and a “Yeah, I'm down.”
Because, why not, right? This is Gotham after all.
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“No,” I say. “You’re n...
2024-02-28 17:14:57 +0000 UTC View PostTuesday, March 22, 2011
The next time I see Armsmaster after the memorable event of Saturday, is Tuesday, my fourth day as an official member of The Protectorate.
I have another power testing session scheduled for today, and apparently, Armsmaster has made some decisi...
2024-02-23 07:32:57 +0000 UTC View PostSorry I vanished on you all the last week. I write with my phone, and the screen broke, so I took it in to get fixed and they held onto for a week, and gave it back to me unrepaired when I complained that they were taking too long.
Fortunately, the crack in the screen actually doesn't affec...
2024-02-20 00:30:08 +0000 UTC View PostMonday, March 21, 2011
"Mr. Whitaker, welcome," Principal Nomad says as I enter his office. "Please, have a seat."
"Thank you," I say, taking the offered chair across from him.
Montgomery Nomad, Principal of Arcadia High, is a short man; it is evident even seate...
2024-02-12 10:04:29 +0000 UTC View PostAnd I'm back with this.
Sorry, it took so long, life was life-ing.
Enjoy the chapter.
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It's Sunday and we're moving.
Most of the stuff we own is, to put it nicely, ill-fitting for our new a...
2024-02-10 10:42:13 +0000 UTC View PostHey, guys. This story will be going on a short hiatus for the next two weeks so I can work on Smells Like Teen Spirit.
I apologize to those of you who prefer this fic, but needs must.
I hope you enjoy this chapter at least.
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Annie looks like she ...
2024-02-02 20:41:05 +0000 UTC View PostI'm sorry this took so long. I had this chapter pretty much done, but then Microsoft Word crashed and corrupted the file.
Had to start over.
Suffice to say, I'm no longer using MS Word. Or, more like BS Word.
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2024-01-30 11:51:37 +0000 UTC View PostIt is a strange thing, knowing that some unsexual action I performed has turned on at least one of the two incredibly beautiful women with me right now.
It is especially strange because, the unsexual action I’d performed was something as (in hindsight) ridiculously edgy as snapping a dude...
2024-01-25 19:00:48 +0000 UTC View PostA/N: to all who may be wondering about the status of Smells Like Teen Spirit, please know that it isn't abandoned, I should working on new chapters again from next week.
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Alert!
You have received a quest! 2024-01-23 17:46:50 +0000 UTC View Post
~can’t read my~
~can’t read my~
~no he can’t read my poker face~
~she’s got me like nobody~
I shake Annie, coiled up and pressed in next to me.
“Annie.”
She mumbles and stirs.
“Annie,” I try again harder...
2024-01-22 20:52:31 +0000 UTC View Post“I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick,” Annie says after closing the door. “I need to wash today off me,” she adds in a mutter as she walks away.
I take in the apartment again.
The tiny living room is basically also the kitchen and dining area, and it has a single window ...
2024-01-20 20:12:44 +0000 UTC View Post“I’m feeling peckish,” I say as we watch Mr. Rapist’s body roast in the dumpster. “You know any good burger places around here?”
Annie doesn’t answer for several seconds.
Finally, she says; “Yeah, I do. Let’s go.” And she picks up her backpack and walks away.
Why me?
A question probably as old as the human species, but one that continues to be asked all the same, for the simple reason that none of us have any clue what the fuck is going on.
I don’t know why me. I don’t know how me, I don’t know what me, and I barely even know who me....
2024-01-20 20:04:27 +0000 UTC View PostSo, I started another story; a Gamer!fic set in Gotham... as anyone can no doubt deduce from the title.
Please, consider checking it out on Q...
2024-01-20 20:01:24 +0000 UTC View Post
…just as scheduled, Armsmaster shows up to take me for my first (as a ward, but second overall) power testing session, and when he does, I ask my new teammates if they’ll like to come along.
They agree eagerly.
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“I was thinking about testing your physical abilitie...
2024-01-15 15:27:32 +0000 UTC View Post“So, what’s with the name? Musa?” Missy asks when we’ve settled down.
“Yeah, there’s clearly a story there,” Chris says.
“There is,” I agree. “It’s my name. I changed it to Aiden when my family moved to Brockton Bay less than two years ago.” I pause for a momen...
2024-01-14 10:43:38 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s Saturday, the 19th of March, and I’ll be meeting The Brockton Bay Wards for the first time today as an official member of their team.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” Mom says, watching me with some amusement as I fuss over my outfit in the mirror.
We’re still in the s...
2024-01-13 19:58:02 +0000 UTC View Post“So, let me see if I’ve got this right,” Mom says to the woman on the screen, Rebecca Costa-Brown, Chief Director of The PRT, “you want my son to help your organization, after a villain—who was working for you guys, I might add—got his identity from you and almost succeeded i...
2024-01-13 15:38:25 +0000 UTC View PostI wake with a start, and Mom hugs me 0.5 seconds later.
“Aiden,” she says with relief, doing her damnest to crush me with her recently muscled arms.
I hug her back just as hard.
Someone clears their throat.
Mom and I separate, and I look to see Armsmaster standing at t...
2024-01-10 19:16:50 +0000 UTC View PosteI place my hand over hers. “For Dad,” I say.
Mom’s eyes water. “Yeah,” she smiles. “For your Dad.”
She pulls my head down and kisses me on the forehead, and as I lean back up, a bullet flies through my throat, splattering Mom’s face with my blood.
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<... 2024-01-09 19:20:52 +0000 UTC View PostThomas Calvert frowned as he watched the security footage of the prospective ward, Musa, (literally) sniffing out Shadow Stalker’s secrets simply by being within proximity of her.
“Well,” the surreptitious villain muttered, fingers interlocking before his face, “this is not good. 2024-01-06 17:24:33 +0000 UTC View Post
“Are you ready?” Armsmaster asks through the phone.
“I am,” I reply.
“Okay, open the portal,” he says.
I reach down, find that odd, little zip that’s always where I reach for it, and open a hole through space.
“The portal’s open on our side,” Armsmaster...
2024-01-04 18:42:16 +0000 UTC View PostSorry for the short chapter.
Won't happen again. I promise.
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Mom is surprised and appalled.
I’m a little disappointed and more than a little pissed off.
The only one among us who isn’t particularly both...
2024-01-04 18:40:20 +0000 UTC View PostHey, guys. I'm back.
PS: please, do know that I've added more chapters to the Patreon, so if you're reading this in the Jackpot!!! tier, then the Jackpot Sr.!!! tier is now two chapters ahead of you.
That said, thank you all for being here and...
2024-01-04 18:37:01 +0000 UTC View Post“How do you know so much about the workings of the PRT anyway?” I ask José the following morning as we head to the meet-up spot with Hannah.
It was 7:49 in the morning, and we’re to meet Hannah there at eight.
“I was in Military Intelligence in the Army,” José says. “The...
2024-01-01 00:05:32 +0000 UTC View Post“You have complaints with the terms of the contract?” Mr. McGill asks, automatically winning himself a spot among the nominees for the ‘Stating the Obvious’ award.
“Yes,” Mom says, still sounding quite calm, “I have ‘complaints’; like the fact that the contract is written ...
2024-01-01 00:01:26 +0000 UTC View Post