• False commented on the post, leathery 6 years, 5 months ago

    Travel food felt like leather and cardboard between his teeth. He didn’t bother to check what it was specifically. He just needed to eat, keep his poor new body going, as he trekked across a seeming wasteland, dusty and broken homes lining his path.
    He was told to protect the humans, guide them. He would if only he could find them.

  • False commented on the post, raised 6 years, 9 months ago

    William Kaplan was raised well. He was taught right from wrong, through the eyes of his God and Norse myths. So it was not the Kaplans fault that when William discovered his powers, he chose to use them as he did.

  • False commented on the post, side 6 years, 11 months ago

    Churchill said they stood side by side and it was true. But when they stood side by side, laughing at their shared enemies, they still held knives to each other’s backs and smile-less eyes whispered “I don’t trust you.”

  • False commented on the post, manners 6 years, 11 months ago

    Feet off the coffee table. Put your elbows down. Don’t yawn in public. Don’t chew with your mouth open. The incessant nagging infuriated him. blah blah blah bullshit I don’t know not in the writing mood.

  • False commented on the post, puncture 6 years, 11 months ago

    Shit. It’s gone straight through. Pierced through leathery skin, slid beneath ribs. He’s a goner. And he’s only just begun. He should blamed his team, but he can’t. It’s his fault. Him and his stupid wish.

  • False commented on the post, sonar 7 years ago

    And wouldn’t it be glorious if he could be a bat? But no, he sits in his room, and all he has to know where the door is, where his dresser is, and where the pictures of his family are is memory.

  • False commented on the post, bucket 7 years ago

    He carried a chewed up bucket with him as he slogged through the tidepools, but he didn’t pick anything up. Instead, he took something from the bucket and sprinkled it over the hiding anemones, and they bloomed.

  • False commented on the post, detention 7 years ago

    Stuck again. The silence presses down on his skull and he’s desperate to fill it with the clicking of fingernails on faux-wooden desks, but the teacher’s glare stops him.
    And he continues to suffocate.

  • False commented on the post, science 7 years ago

    He can’t really argue. He’d love to visit. Love to have access to equipment he hasn’t seen in years and love to talk.
    But he is a monster. And he’ll never forget that. No matter what Stark says.