Ch.2
Hank rubbed the size of his temple, trying to diges— rather, understand the story he had just been told. Doc had apparently created Twilight in a lab, from DNA taken from Night Stalker and Helios. The young super’s destiny was always to be eaten and Doc had made sure it came to fruition. Hank’s worldview as a lowly grunt was shaking. The heroes didn’t lose, and they certainly didn’t die. But Twilight, beloved by all, had just perished in his gut overnight with

Hank Weathers sat in his brown leather recliner armchair, only in his underwear, watching his small TV play. The lights in his living room were off. No point in them being on if he was the only person there. He was always the only person. An apartment full of nothing but a man and his broken dreams. The TV light flashed capturing Hank’s attention once again.
“And the city has been saved once again to Night Stalker and his super-powered sidekick Twilight.” The News anchor repor

“I don’t know about this, Sir.” Salim twiddled his fingers.




“Nonsense, my boy I can’t think of anyone more deserving of this than you.” Knight Galivant smiled holding out shiny silver armor. He had just slain yet another dragon that was terrorizing a village and as a reward was allowed to plunder all its treasures. Whether it was Rolfak on the frosted mountains, Grekle in the open plains, or

If there was one thing Yuma loved doing it was finding old junk and making it treasure. That’s why he had even stopped at the yard sale. But for once he wasn’t looking at junk at all, rather what seemed to be a new polaroid camera. No signs of wear and tear or dust anywhere. He had to wonder if it even belonged sitting out there on the table under the summer sun.




“Hey, excuse me, Mrs. Morris are you sure you wa

I was thrilled to have my son home for the summer. College was over and we had lugged his stuff back into his bedroom.
That night I had ended up falling asleep in front of the TV. The movie was long over, and it was dark outside. Thankfully my son had thrown a small blanket over me. I wasn’t planning to spend the rest of my night down here. With no lights on I had to use the monitor to plot my course upstairs. Turning off the TV, I trekked up the steps.
When I got to the top, I heard grun

I woke up groggily to the alarm clock in my hotel room going off. My head was killing me terrible way to start the day. Sleeping in my bed and using my arm like a pillow was my best man, Bento. He was curled up in my side with a smile on his face. Neither of us had made it under the cover. Bits of last night came to me. Me and him stripped down to our underwear then had a sword fight on my bed.
My hand slammed down on the alarm, shutting it off. Looking down at my briefs I had a huge case of mo

I stared at the ceiling, laying in bed. What would I do today? Days could just past by and I struggled with how to fill them. I used to love surfing; I could spend a whole day on the beach but that was along time ago.
The clock read 6pm. Had I slept the whole morning? Shoot, I was late for a date!
Standing up and looking full length mirror, I looked at lot better than I felt. I was in my underwear and my body was begging to be shown off like a model. I did a few flexes in front of the mirror,

“I love you too, ” The guys heard Romeo whisper to his boyfriend. Curtis snatched the remote from Sullivan and turned up the volume to drown out the conversation.
“Can you guys believe how much of a wuss Romeo has become?” Allen shared, looking at the other two. The three of them were gathered around the TV in the apartment, shirtless and in basketball shorts sitting living room, while Tanner was in guest room on his cell phone.
Curtis shot daggers, “That’s en