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The Fantastic Five, chapter 3Chapter 3: The Birthstory of The Fantastic Five
We went back to our house, locked the doors and closed the curtains, so no one could see in. Then we gathered into the kitchen, and my family started telling our stories how we had become superheroes, starting with Bart and me getting into an X-ray accident, followed by Maggie absorbing parts of our powers thanks to Professor Frink, then dad becoming the Pie Man, and finally, mom becoming The Entangler in our last big adventure at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant.
"So, that's it", I said after mom had finished her story. "Now, can we hear your stories?"
"Actually, they all come in one", Margerine said. "We all became superheroes in the same place at the same time."
"What happened?" Bart asked.
Margerine took a deep breath and started telling.
"It all started about a year ago", she said. "We were all having a trip at the Grand Canyon, when we were surprised and kidnapped by a group of crazy, but intelligent scientists,
The Fantastic Five, chapter 2Chapter 2: The Heroes' Ambush
And as if that night's events weren't enough, on the following days, we encountered more and more already solved crimes, where the ones catching the criminals had always left the big sign of number five somewhere nearby, and the criminals themselves were unable to tell us anything what had happened. And always they had been taken out in the same way: some were pummeled to half-death, others were slashed badly, some had become blind and were hearing non-existing music, some were caught in some kind of web and some looked as thought they had been petrified.
This mystery started to become an obsession for me. I could spend long times in my room, just walking around and thinking about what could we do to find out more of those mysterious crime solvers.
One thing I had already realized: whoever was doing this, must have superpowers, because no ordinary human could do it, that was clear.
Then I came up with a plan to catch those mysterious attac
The Fantastic Five, chapter 1Chapter 1: The Mysterious Attackers
Hi. You can call me Lisa Simpson. Or Clobber Girl. That's my superhero name. I've done many things in my life: travelled in many different countries, performed magic tricks, been close to being killed, written cartoons, but they're nothing, nothing compared to the life of a superhero with awesome super strength that allows me to pick up and toss cars like toys, lift houses, break through walls like they were wet cardboard, and beat the hell out of evil bank robbers twice of my size.
And believe me, being a superhero you get a lot of attention, even though as myself, I'm still the abonded little girl with a straight line of A pluses from almost every subject. The best thing about this thing is that I'm not doing this alone. I also have my whole family in it: my brother Bart (Stretch Dude), my baby sister Maggie (Bouncing Battle Baby), my dad (The Pie Man), and my mom (The Entangler) are doing this as well. Bart, I, and Maggie are ofte
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
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There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
A Simple MelodyToo damn cold.
That was the only way to put it.
It was simply too damn cold. The rusty old train car provided protection from the barrage of the snowstorm outside, but the metal confines did little to stop the freezing air from becoming any less freezing. The inside wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. It had been a cargo train, not a luxury transportation system for the rich to sip wine and debate over the economy. At the very least, the temporary shelter’s door could slide shut and eliminate the wind chill.
Travis was already bundled in two t-shirts, a hoodie, and a coat, but he certainly didn’t turn down the opportunity to nestle into the pile of abandoned blankets in the corner of the train car. A guitar was also propped up against the wall. The strings were rusty, and it was horribly out of tune, but he was thrilled by the discovery anyway.
The previous occupant of the train car had likely planned to return at some point, but judging by the untouched
A Borrower's Quest: Salt Acquiry
Smooth, warm light shines in through a small, opened window. Morning fog is outside, in the forest. The room is silent and calm. It’s crowded with furniture, shelves and chests all around the walls. All give home to clothes, glass jars and hundreds of books. In the middle of the room, a big, old wooden dining table stands. A few cups, a little clay jar and a vase are on top of it on a neat white tablecloth. Next to the wall opposite to the window, there’s a bed. A boy in his late teens enjoys a deep sleep in it. His occasional snoring is the only thing that disturbs the calm silence of the cottage.
And then small fidgeting is heard from the direction of the window. The sound of it is insignificant, nobody would give it a second thought. They would think it’s just some ordinary noise any house makes. But it wasn’t. From outside, the wall is overgrown by ivy leaves, the vines reach over the window, and on these, something is climbi
Trust Machines: Morning Coffee at the VennCafe (Food TFs, Coffee TF)
“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.
“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”
Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”
“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”
Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”
Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee be
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
How to Make Your 100th Deviation
“Welcome to your100th deviation. Such an inviting sign isn’t it.” I sighed in frustration. “When I asked people for help, this wasn’t what I meant.”
Chelsea pushed me towards the building. “Oh come on Chris, what do you have to lose.”
I started walking towards the building with the weird sign on it. The only reason why I was here was because I was told by other deviants that whenever they were stuck on what to do, they came here for some help. I was a little skeptic at first, but at this point I was willing to try anything.
As we approached the door, Chelsea came out from behind me and began to walk beside me. She then asked, “So did your friends tell you how this place was supposed to help you?”
I shrugged my shoulder and replied, “Nope. All they said was that it would help me figure out what I really wanted to do.”
Blue Through the darkness…there was a flash of blue…
Not just any blue, but a clear shade of cornflower that brought flashes of images and memories so potent that they lanced through his failing mind with an almost agonizing degree of clarity.
Eyes….eyes that matched that perfect, delicate shade of cornflower; they had been the first thing he noticed. If eyes were the windows to the soul, then he’d just gazed onto a soul more beautiful than any of the sights he’d seen on all of his many travels. Yes they’d been what he’d noticed first, followed closely by the intimidating feeling of cold steel against the tender skin of his throat.
Another memory—a challenging voice demanding answers. Who was he? What was he doing in her forest? He’d been speechless, and not just because the dagger was pressing uncomfortably into his windpipe. In the end it was the indignan
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