- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Magical
A deep, endless expanse, twisting upwards until it meets topsoil; the horizon kisses the earth, a heavy blanket of purple and blue, flecked with blotches of slow-moving white clouds. He looks down into the endless abyss, unsure of what he will find at the bottom.
Click.
Click.
Click.
BOOM! Large rocks launched into the air, soon followed by a bright orange glow - he rears back in pain as he feels heat sear through his flesh. An unfamiliar feeling. His skin begins to drip onto the grass around him like melting butter as the tower of fire continues to extend into the air-
An uncomfortable sickness filled Kallen's stomach as he awoke from the dream-on second thought, it would be considered a nightmare, which had plagued him in a much higher amount since he had been taken a few weeks prior. His comforter had found its way to the other side of the bed and the remainder of his clothing had bunched up beneath the various crevices of his body.
Slow, unsure, two words that came close to describing how Kallen exited the bed. Another few words, these from his own mind: "Ah darn, that sucked." And then, running water; cold filled his mouth, spreading across his teeth in a back and forth motion. He preferred the soft bristles to the rough ones- then more water, falling around him in a torrent of heat and pressure. The scent of burning wood, seared into his skin by soap; it just so happened he could use his power to make his sweat smell like the chemicals in the soap, which would keep him smelling fresh all day.
He pulled on his running clothes, a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a red t-shirt made of a material similar to his costume. "Do I come back here before the conference, or should I go ahead and pack it?" He answered his own question by pulling it off the hook and tossing it into a cinch sack-the concealed knives somewhat weighed the bag down, but he'd manage.
As he began his run, the dark thoughts from half an hour prior were blasted away by the cold morning air of Washington DC. Unfortunately, fear filled those holes; his kidnapping had happened on a dark morning much like this one. When the pain of running pierced his chest, he fired a pulse of energy at it, rerouting the pain to his feet, then back to his lungs. Back and forth, back and forth, a metronome of pain that kept his mind away from the memories.
The morning sun sat low in the sky as he partook of the holy grail of cheap American breakfast; the McDonalds bacon, egg and cheese biscuit. Fresh biscuit that crumbled with every bite, bacon that crunched beneath his teeth, filling his mouth with the greatest invention mankind had accidently created; bacon grease. His mouth sang the praises of the "McBiscuit" with every morsel of delectable food. Of course, he washed it down with the world famous sweet tea, loaded with 54 grams of sugar and 220 calories of pure bliss.
By the time the sun had reached its noontime home, Kallen had clothed himself with the bright reds that made up his secret identity. He hailed a taxi, and told the driver(a kind older man whose eyes immediately when wide upon seeing this "superhero") to drive him down to the location of the press conference. Upon arrival, he paid the required fee, "Thank you, thank you so much for bringing me here. I hope I wasn't too much of an inconvenience."
"Mom, dad, I hope you are watching this on the TV. I really I hope I make you proud." Not exactly a thought with words, but an impression felt deep within his soul.
Click.
Click.
Click.
BOOM! Large rocks launched into the air, soon followed by a bright orange glow - he rears back in pain as he feels heat sear through his flesh. An unfamiliar feeling. His skin begins to drip onto the grass around him like melting butter as the tower of fire continues to extend into the air-
An uncomfortable sickness filled Kallen's stomach as he awoke from the dream-on second thought, it would be considered a nightmare, which had plagued him in a much higher amount since he had been taken a few weeks prior. His comforter had found its way to the other side of the bed and the remainder of his clothing had bunched up beneath the various crevices of his body.
Slow, unsure, two words that came close to describing how Kallen exited the bed. Another few words, these from his own mind: "Ah darn, that sucked." And then, running water; cold filled his mouth, spreading across his teeth in a back and forth motion. He preferred the soft bristles to the rough ones- then more water, falling around him in a torrent of heat and pressure. The scent of burning wood, seared into his skin by soap; it just so happened he could use his power to make his sweat smell like the chemicals in the soap, which would keep him smelling fresh all day.
He pulled on his running clothes, a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a red t-shirt made of a material similar to his costume. "Do I come back here before the conference, or should I go ahead and pack it?" He answered his own question by pulling it off the hook and tossing it into a cinch sack-the concealed knives somewhat weighed the bag down, but he'd manage.
As he began his run, the dark thoughts from half an hour prior were blasted away by the cold morning air of Washington DC. Unfortunately, fear filled those holes; his kidnapping had happened on a dark morning much like this one. When the pain of running pierced his chest, he fired a pulse of energy at it, rerouting the pain to his feet, then back to his lungs. Back and forth, back and forth, a metronome of pain that kept his mind away from the memories.
The morning sun sat low in the sky as he partook of the holy grail of cheap American breakfast; the McDonalds bacon, egg and cheese biscuit. Fresh biscuit that crumbled with every bite, bacon that crunched beneath his teeth, filling his mouth with the greatest invention mankind had accidently created; bacon grease. His mouth sang the praises of the "McBiscuit" with every morsel of delectable food. Of course, he washed it down with the world famous sweet tea, loaded with 54 grams of sugar and 220 calories of pure bliss.
By the time the sun had reached its noontime home, Kallen had clothed himself with the bright reds that made up his secret identity. He hailed a taxi, and told the driver(a kind older man whose eyes immediately when wide upon seeing this "superhero") to drive him down to the location of the press conference. Upon arrival, he paid the required fee, "Thank you, thank you so much for bringing me here. I hope I wasn't too much of an inconvenience."
"Mom, dad, I hope you are watching this on the TV. I really I hope I make you proud." Not exactly a thought with words, but an impression felt deep within his soul.