For days he felt like a bullfrog who had air stuck in his throat. About to explode, he was sure the caretakers would have questions about his whereabouts. Flying felt relieving and at the same time stressful.... Artemis smirked when Hamface formed a trench with his foot. The tip of his tusk was as bloody as the look in his eyes."You.""Hehe." It only made him angrier. REEEK!He lowered himself with his horn in view. "Hamface, is a one-man train." He blurted with spit spurting out and he went wild. She stretched over him and he rammed into the other ugly trolls, they scattered like bowling pins. He rolled over missing his other tusk. Artemis chuckled and stomped on the cockroaches."Oops." Aaron Branch grinned. He hurried toward the box long forgotten and picked it up while the monsters flanked her in their pathetic attempt to put her down. His uncle would be proud of his exploits. Richard Dawkins snatched the hexagonal box and pulled out the Ziploc bag full of mystical dragon

Irma Barnsley returned home from Queen's College, after a hectic week of learning about the science of sound. She swore that she could still hear the sound of her organs pulsing from staying in the quiet room for so long. She wore two peacock feather earrings and a black headband over her hair. She wore a grey dress, black pants, and tall boots strapped by several bands. She visited the park and heard all these rumors about her being friends with a creep. Irma felt insecure. She looked around the large open field with people tossing a pigskin around. She would have to find public transport.Artemis lounged at a bench figuring out a mimosa plant, she recoiled when Irma took her by the shoulders by surprise. They squealed and hugged each other. "When'd you get back?" She said.Artemis bit her lip. Irma shook her head. "That was an awkward question on my part." It was too late to take any of that back. Artemis didn't tell Irma about Aaron. Or her ordeal at the bunker. She waved it off

Francis peeked at the passage with little light on the way. The crowd at least twenty of them were lined up walking into the darkest places, apparently they had X-ray art too. They could not be exposed to any stray light whatsoever. "That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard." He was eager to see what the artist came up with but he heard her phone tweak again. He glanced at the crowd leaving in the opposite direction and he stomped his foot. He followed them and hurried past a portrait. The lizard crawled off the tree painting and followed them. ... Maks tried to use his powers. He watched Francis through the lizard's eyes. The lights, the voices, the room they were about to enter. He saw a large burly man with long dark curly hair, intermediate brown eyes, a big nose, and a gnarly grin. He had a knife in his hand. The staff was around and they gathered twenty of them. He saw him grip Jessica's hand_ [ Error. Your level is too low. Try again later. ] "What?" He sat there stunne

He felt his insides knot. "I don't mean to push boundaries. Did any of this have to do with monsters?" Her forehead folded up. "Where do they come from?" Maks felt like he was struck by lightning but from the inside. Her inquisitive jade green eyes were troubled. The best answer he could give her was a sad smile."I don't know."[ She makes a good point ] He thought she wished she didn't mention monsters so liberally. If he was not careful, he could open up a can of worms. He barely knew her."I have a lot of stuff to do." He said bouncing back..... At night, Artemis cart-wheeled out of her apartment with a beige tote bag, she was going shopping, and her clothes were out of sorts. She was fine without any powers, but now she had to deal with her body size, she was not sure if it was just a growth spurt. She rolled on her skateboard past the park and there were city lights afar and they flickered on the river, she parked at the man by the bush. The man had whitish hair, his eye

Her foot collapsed on the intersection of the small town he arrived in that he was standing on. She stomped on him, and Zippy screamed raising a scissor hand, he was cringing like the cockroach that he was, and smoke emanated from her shoes. She was returning to her natural size grinning in obvious self-satisfaction. Suddenly, an arc of lightning spread through her veins. The shops trembled. Cars hopped. His exact replica was standing right behind her with an evil grin on his face. He blew on his scissor hands like a gun. The energy he was using was enough to power up a whole city. Lightning flickered through the tendrils on his head like high tension wires. Static had the ability to replicate himself like a jellyfish by using parts of his body. He could generate electricity just by travelling at high speeds. The dryness in the salty air was accommodating his energy buildup. The people saw him and clambered out of the way in the small town. He took flight with electricity aiding h