So I actually wrote this story about two years ago. It was accepted into a superhero anthology and I was giddy and then…The anthology was never made. Despite my disappointment, I decided I still wanted to share this story with the world, so I opted to self-publish it through Amazon. You can pick up the ebook here:
Here’s a synopsis:
Rae must face an enemy that she thought was once a friend. She is faced with an impossible choice. She can use her newly-discovered powers to stop her old friend or she can give into his demands and possibly lose herself in the process. Will she face this battle and find out what she is truly made of or abandon it?
Here’s a short preview:
“You know what makes a hero, right Rae?” Her mother’s words echoed in Rae’s head. “They keep fighting, even if they know they can’t win. They don’t pick their battles. The battles pick them.”
She continued down the rain-soaked city streets as the words reverberated in her head. Even as she tried to think on other things, she could not shake them.
Rae could not remember if she had asked her mother about what a hero was, or if it was just the curious look on her small features that prompted her mother to make the comment, but the words had stuck with her for the next twenty years – long after she had gotten super human abilities of her own.
Long before she had to test her mother’s statement.
I’ve once again joined the weekly challenge over at the 100 Word Stories Podcast blog. This week the prompt was “King” and here is my story for this week:
I’ve met a lot of self-proclaimed kings and queens in my life. They wield their power and laud their achievements to anyone who will listen.
That’s how their power works, they tell you how important they are, why you should bow down. When you don’t, they gasp and act horribly offended. How dare you? Do you not see how exceptional I am? Hush, peasant.
Here’s the best way to deal with these sorts of people: Ignore them.
They only have the power people give them. Ignore it, and they start to melt like the witch in the Wizard of Oz.
After a few weeks away, I’m back to doing the weekly challenge over at the 100 Word Stories Podcast blog. Please check out the link to see the other stories, or to join the challenge yourself.
We live in an age where everyone is expected to be available at the drop of a hat, but I try not to take that for granted.
I mean, I get it. I do. We’re self absorbed beings that care more about Candy Crush than the person across the table from us. Sometimes, at least.
But 30 years ago, my mom lived thousands of miles from her family, it took several steps and a couple weeks to send a picture of her newborn baby. Now, the phone rings and she can instantly see her granddaughter, thanks to that soul-sucking technology.