Chicago Kayla still isn’t really sure she isn’t dreaming. Her brother Max, who is supposed to be in New York, has been telling the story of what happened to him the night before. When he first showed her his powers,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Noriko never really cared about high school. She always thought it was a colossal waste of time and couldn’t wait to finish it. She knew her father was looking forward to her graduation: he had to drop out of his[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Bob Null wakes up with the smell of bacon. It’s not a bad way to wake up, the only problem is that there shouldn’t be anyone cooking it. His daughter couldn’t cook even if her life depended on it. Did[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Max Black was pretty much raised by comic books and television; his father was a cop and his mother never had less than two jobs at a time. Contrary to the cliché, he wasn’t the black nerdy kid with glasses[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The moon dust settles slowly, thanks to the lower gravity. Noriko Null stands on the green ashes that used to be a woman a few seconds earlier. <You…you vaporized her> Max says. <You have a real talent for stating the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
For all his family’s complicated history, Bob’s world used to make sense. He was a single father in his middle thirties with an eighteen year old daughter; remembering his date’s name and making sure her daughter’s life was going to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The bar is completely ruined. Four out of the five women in green exploded with the force of a small bomb, seemingly without warning or reason. The force of the explosion shattered everything in the room, yet nothing was burned.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Vesta is a very strange waitress: she never wears shoes. She’s also immortal. You’d think people would complain, but you’ve never seen Vesta. If your waitress had a girl-next-door smile, a body an Amazon would kill for, and never served[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
My name is Noriko Null and I’ve never met my mother before. There was never a picture of her in the house. Dad never mentioned her unless I asked first, and he always seemed very careful to say as little[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
