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IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!

As the title says—today’s my birthday!!! Another year older, and hopefully a little wiser.

Honestly, it doesn’t feel all that different from any other day, but I guess that’s pretty normal. Still, I want to take this moment to thank all of you for your support. I’m genuinely grat...

(ITB) ISSUE #8: AFTERMATH

The laundromat looked like someone’s abandoned dream, now reclaimed by disuse and the occasional desperate soul. Cracked windows, mold-eaten wallpaper, a mattress in the storeroom, and nothing else. But it had running water, a locking door, a half-depleted first-aid kit, and—most importantlyâ...

(THO) CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Coil didn’t believe in luck: he believed in pressure; in weight applied precisely and in levers pulled at the right time; and in decisions made far in advance, executed through layers of cause and effect so subtle even the players didn’t know they were playing.

Coil didn’t believe in ...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER TWENTY: THE DECISION

The sun hadn’t risen yet, but the horizon had already begun to pale. The streets were quiet, muffled in that in-between hour when the city hadn’t quite woken and the night hadn’t fully let go. Taylor stood across the street from her house.

She hadn’t been here in weeks.

The bu...

(LIMITLESS) INTERLUDE: CONSEQUENCES

The warehouse was quieter now.

Not silent—there was always noise in the aftermath. A dripping pipe. The distant whine of sirens. The ragged breathing of men too injured to flee. But compared to the chaos from minutes before—the shriek of tearing metal, the howl of something not quite hu...

(TSSFH) INTERLUDE - KEITH

Keith stood behind the rows of cameras and clustered reporters, arms folded tightly across his chest. His mask failed to hide the exhaustion etched into every line of his face, but thankfully, he wasn’t here to speak—just to watch. To listen. To be seen, maybe, as a symbol of continuity. He <...

(PU) NARUTO UZUMAKI

Taylor Hebert watched with thinly veiled disbelief as the man strolled into the gym like he’d just stumbled off a beach in Maui. Flip-flops slapped against the scuffed floor with each step, and his Hawaiian shirt looked like it had lost a fight with a box of orange highlighters. Shorts hung loo...

(OPB) BAKUDA’S BIG MISTAKE

Bakuda had a plan.

Not a normal villain plan—oh no.

This was art. This was madness. This was a doctoral thesis in terrain violation dressed up as a minefield.

She wasn’t kidding. The ground ahead of her was laced with every exotic explosive her deranged, hyper-intel...

(ITB) ISSUE #7: BURN MARKS

The night howled.

Wind screamed through shattered windows and down crumbling alleyways. Somewhere beyond the skyline, firelight painted the sky in furious reds and molten gold.

Brockton Bay was burning.

Taylor crouched behind a cracked concrete wall, heart rattling inside her ch...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: POUND OF FLESH

The first time Taylor had fought Hookwolf, she’d been desperate—still new to her power, still unsure of what she could do, let alone control the ones she was aware of. Back then, she’d bled. Fled. Survived by inches.

This time was different.

This time, she was calm. Focused.

(TSSFH) CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT - CHRISTIE

Christie hadn’t screamed when the building came down.

She remembered that, distantly—how strange it was, how quiet she’d been as the world crumbled around her. The windows blew inward first, shards of safety glass glittering like confetti under the sunlight. Then the floor lurched sid...

(THO) CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The abandoned trainyard had been empty for years. Rusted tracks curled up from the ground like old bones, and the chain-link fence surrounding the site was more rust than steel, torn open in so many places it barely counted as a boundary.

The abandoned trainyard had been empty for years. Ru...

(ITB) ISSUE #6: TREMORS

The television in the electronics shop window cracked mid-broadcast. A second later, the ground shuddered beneath Taylor’s feet.

No dramatic music swelled. No splash of lightning with the accompanying boom of thunder announced what was coming. Just the blunt, clinical voice of the emergen...

ANNOUNCEMENT

Hey. So, quick rundown: I’ve been working on an original story for someone over the last couple of months, but they ended up backing out. That means I’ve got time now and I’m open to writing a full-length novel—original or fanfic—for anyone who’s interested. Just hit me up if you’ve...

INTERLUDE

Eidolon had to die.

The Path offered no branches, no alternatives. No clean resolution that allowed him to live. Just the single, immutable line that began with her stepping through the door and ended with the sound of a gunshot echoing in the small, steel-lined transport truck.

It wa...

(THO) CHAPTER FIFTEEN

From the shadows of the rooftop across the street, Taylor watched people hand him items. They didn’t act like criminals, didn’t look like thugs, and didn’t seem

From the shadows of the rooftop across the street, Taylor watched people hand him items. They didn’t act like criminals, d...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: DOGS II

The warehouse stank of sweat, rust, and wet fur, the kind of cloying mixture rot that stuck to your skin and made your lungs feel heavy. The metal walls were lined with makeshift cages, each one barely welded together from old fencing and scrap. At least four dogs whimpered in the corners, their ...

(TSSFH) CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN - MULTI POV

Eidolon hit the ground again, skidding across concrete and metal until he crashed through the remains of a half-collapsed loading dock. Steam hissed from ruptured pipes. Rebar twisted from the impact.

He groaned, dragging himself upright, cape in tatters, face bloodied beneath the remnants ...

(ITB) ISSUE #5: SECRETS SHARED

Brockton Bay never really slept, not even in its quietest hours. Sirens still echoed in the distance. Dogs barked and growled at passers-by, and even the wind whooshed and howled as the chill of the earlier rain bit through the layers she wore. 

Taylor sat on the edge of an old billboa...

BROODING BALD CAPE IN A HOODIE (ALSO KNOWN AS: THE RISE OF BALDMAN)

Taylor didn’t mean to become an urban legend.

She just wanted to patrol in peace—hoodie up, jeans on, hands jammed in her pockets like she was perpetually disappointed in the entire city. Which, to be fair, she kind of was.

But word got out.

Not about Taylor Hebert. Not abou...

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: DOGS

The patrol vest felt like a formality. Taylor adjusted the strap in the PRT locker room, fingers working through the motion automatically. Her forcefield brushed faintly against the fabric, simmering with subtle resistance, as if the energy around her rejected the extra layers, finding them super...

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The PRT building in downtown Brockton Bay looked less of a headquarters and more of a civic institution, even with its thick concrete walls, reinforced glass, armored checkpoints, and an overabundance of eyes watching from above. Gojo walked past the front desk without a word. No one stopped him....

(ITB) ISSUE #4: THE CITY PUSHES BACK

The alley reeked.

Piss, old grease, rotting fast food, and blood—metallic and fresh. Too fresh. 

Taylor crouched behind the rusted husk of an abandoned SUV, her breath fogging in the cold. Within the matted mess that was her hair, her insects pulsed like a second heart, restles...

(TSSFH) CHAPTER FORTY-SIX - MULTI POV

Reconstruction teams had just finished stabilizing the northwest wing of the ruined high school. Hard hats glinted under the overcast sky. Welders disengaged their torches, their work temporarily paused. The skeletal frame of the building loomed behind them—blackened brick, rusted beams, broken...

(THO) CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The plan was simple.

Crude, even.

A battered street on Brockton Bay’s northern edge, half-abandoned. Cracked sidewalks. Dying neon signs. Immigrant families crammed into tenement buildings, clinging to routine like it might save them. Small businesses struggling to stay afloat under...

(LIMITLESS) INTERLUDE: CONTROLLED BURN

Director Emily Piggot sat at the head of the long table in the briefing room like a slab of granite given shape—broad-shouldered, unsmiling, unmoved. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and her jaw was locked in a way that suggested the only thing holding back a verbal onslaught was t...

ANNOUNCEMENT

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(KN9) CHAPTER EIGHT: RIPPLES

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(OPB) The Routine (Side Effects May Include Crippling Enlightenment)

Taylor sat at the PRT conference table, flanked by half the Protectorate, two visiting Thinkers from Watchdog, and a parahuman psychologist wearing three layers of Kevlar and the expression of a woman who had seen some things.

Miss Militia cleared her throat carefully. “You’re… not a ...

(ITB) ISSUE #3: MIRRORS AND MASKS

After he’d admitted he wasn’t from Earth Bet—but some other Earth entirely—and after she’d given him curt directions to the PRT building, Taylor hadn’t expected to see him again.

She especially didn’t expect to find him hanging upside down, webbed beneath a crumbling highway o...