Polecat looked out the window of the second floor class room of the condemned elementary school in West Philadelphia. The criminals he had shaken down so for that day had told him that Blitz dealers often made sales here. He had scoped out the dilapidated building and chose Room 202 as his stakeout point. Tactically, it was a sound decision; the windows had a clear view of street it faced, as well as the two nearest intersections, allowing him ...

         Randy Davenport woke up and looked at his clock. 11:15 am. He groaned. He hadn’t meant to sleep so late. On the other hand, summer was running out, and he wouldn’t have the luxury of sleeping in for much longer. Still, he had things to do today. With a sigh, he heaved himself out of bed and went about the usual morning business.         After he had showered, brushed his teeth, gotten dressed, and ...

           Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Hear the prayer of Your humble servant.             First, I ask of you to forgive my sins. A member of the congregation, Jasper Howell, came to me last Tuesday seeking comforting words, words of the Lord. Jasper looked as if he had seen years worth of horrors in less than a day. I’ve know Jasper quite a while and knew well ...

         Even in the darkness of the warehouse, Polecat could see the guns pointed at him. There were three armed men altogether- two right in front of him, one off to his left. Holding his quarterstaff out in front of him, Polecat thought that if the general public knew about the armed thugs making threats in warehouses that smelled like urine, they’d think being a superhero was much less glamorous.        It should&...

         Chester Davenport grimaced as the burly federal agent hefted him to his feet. Manacles were none too gently slapped on his wrists as he was forcibly loaded into the back of the prisoner transport vehicle. Arrest was unpalatable enough for the average citizen, but he was The Whirligig- the Sultan of Spin, the Viceroy of Vertigo, one of the most notorious (and stylish) paragons of super-villainy of the last 25 years! His peers would never let him...

           My hair gets tussled by the wind as I walk through the cool night air. As I walk down the street to my destination, my stomach starts to clench in nervous anticipation. I’d waited all night for this. As I near the alleyway, I hear the big show starting to go down. I know what I’m going to see even before I see it. I take a deep breath and turn.           There’s a girl t...

Randy Davenport was running. It was Friday and, like many teenagers, he was racing to reach the favored hang-out he and his friends frequented. However, most teenagers didn’t run at 500 miles per hour, for Randy was also the teen superhero known as the Whirligig Jr. (Whirl to his friends), and the “hang-out” he was headed towards was the headquarters of the superhero group the Teen Templars, a group that he was proud to be a member of. Though just heading to the headquarters...

Mind over matter, literally, is exhilarating. When I discovered I was telekinetic, I went apeshit. Knocking down trees just by looking at them, levitating cars, and all the other perks of having the power of a god. Now, I’m in a standoff with the police. Reckless endangerment, you know. The man in charges says, “Fire!”, and a hail of bullets fly. I stop the bullets, then send them flying back. Officers down. I grin, but then I smell copper and feel wet warmth on my lip. I br...

Dave looked across the table at Gary, whose face was half-concealed behind the Game master’s screen. To Dave’s left sat Mike, who was busy fiddling around with his twenty-sided dice. They had gathered in Gary’s basement for their traditional gaming night, but Gary had something new planned. Dave began to speak up. “So, what are we doing again?” Gary didn’t even look up from behind his screen. “You two are helping me play test my new idea for a role-pl...

The Fortress of the Chronicler, Ganymede, Moon of Jupiter Stralex the Chronicler looked out. While normally he’d be expanding his consciousness, viewing either the past, present, or any of an infinite possible futures, his visitor precluded that. Stralex sighed; mortals had no comprehension of the complexity of his task. Charged with recording the history of the entire megaverse, the fragile collection of dimensions and parallel universes, his gaze could witness both the entirety of a g...