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#251 Posted by arthurkerr (2180 posts) - - Show Bio

It has began...

Jason Aaron looks around the boards.

He does see his own name.

He wonders...
Is this really me is this myself is this the true writer of words that will one day leave a scar on every single hero in marvel.

He looks at the name and panics.

Who made me shorter and took away my beard and gave me a super wedge..

It was me I must confess...

Super Wedge man Jason.....

Unable to figure it all out Super Wedge man is called to the scene of Thor and his hammer i tiny peace of his old hammer still resides in his worthless gold hammers....

It is the peace he looks at and he thinks.

Did I do this did I destroy Thor...

He tries to pull his wedge out but it is in tight.

His fans are very upset.

I think I see the problem....

Thor cries...
I am unworthy and do not know how to fix this all we have is this little tiny piece of Mjolnir...

I am not wise enough to get the rest of it still in the suns core and Odin my all knowing father and all powerful can zap it to him but that would make sense.

So I am stuck with weapons that break and not smart enough to simply just get more of this metal out of the ground where it has been for eons and eons.....

In the land of the dark Elf.

Wedge man cringes and he finds himself.

He breaths in deep and then I see my 15 minutes has made me stop my rant...

I then poof the powers of super wedge man away Jason finds himself back at the computer no knowledge of the night his adventures and a huge pair of spandex with the powers of the wedgy lay across his bed.

All the world waits.

Will Thor use his god like powers to save the day.

Will he fight like the beast that he is...

Or will he cry like a baby yet again saying how unworthy he is and wonder when jane will save him....

Stay tuned as you hear Jane ask...

Super Wedge Jason....

Do you know what your doing?.

Not to reader at no time did Jason ever leave his meditation chamber where he is currently sleeping and thinking up odd stories for marvel. The girl that could fly with only the powers of her pinky toe , the boy whom knew everything but was so tiny he could only whisper in the ear chamber or Reed Richards thus giving him his smarts. The power of Thor the god of thunder...Who never uses any of it just likes to cry. The Jedi Knight and powerful Luke skywalker...who does not fight but loves to cook pasta. I bow to the thought that one day...

I will be a character lost in the winds of some strange book where I will have the power to mix popcorn with ice cream for a tasty treat that does not make you thirsty and will not have you gain weight.

I will be called...
Super cook......The man who fed Wedge man....

No sounds all wrong to me to.

Oh well back to the boards.

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#252 Posted by batkevin74 (15308 posts) - - Show Bio

"Oh %$# me!" Julian yelped as the ground underfoot ominously clicked. "Guys!"

Dick, Anne, Georgina and Timmy stopped dead at their older cousins swearing, even Timmy the dog was surprised.

"What's happened?" asked Dick as he approached only to be waved away.

"I've stepped on a land mine," Julian stated. The five were mortified. It never even occurred to them that traipsing around disused Sethmoor Barracks than there would be live ordinance lying around.

"How do you know?" Anne asked. "It could be a stick."

"Should I step off to see if you're right?" Julian replied angrily, tear welling in his eyes.

Georgina slowly approached. "If it is a mine, we could get Timmy to dig under it."

"It could work," Dick shrugged as only ten year old boys can.

"And if it doesn't" Julian gulped.

The five went silent. The sun hung low in the sky. Anne snapped her fingers. "I've got it! We need equal weight."

"Huh?" Julian said.

"You weigh about eighty pounds right? Well we need to get something from around her that weighs the same, put it where you're standing and then you step off."

"Brilliant!" cried Dick. "And look, there's an old oil barrel over there."

Dick headed towards the barrel and then promptly exploded as he too stepped on a mine showering the group in chunks of charred child flesh. Timmy the dog bolted and in turn triggered another mine which turned the little dog into nothing more than mist. Anne screamed, Georgina screamed, Julian took a few steps back and promptly exploded as well. Terrified beyond comprehension Anne and Georgina fled like scaled cats and were soon blown to pieces by the minefield they'd stumbled upon.

the final pages of the last story by E Blyton, The Famous Five Go Boom!

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#253 Posted by FicOPedia (2107 posts) - - Show Bio
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#254 Posted by batkevin74 (15308 posts) - - Show Bio

@ficopedia: My dislike for the Famous Five and the need to write something

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#255 Posted by cbishop (15511 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74: I had to look them up. Sounds like cutesy stuff. Wikiepedia mentions that some references were taken out as the perceptions on them changed. Don't really care for that.

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#256 Posted by batkevin74 (15308 posts) - - Show Bio

@cbishop: English kid adventure stories from the 50's, kinda like the original Scooby-Doo.

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#257 Posted by freshQ (52 posts) - - Show Bio

black rain, red stain

troubled over false beliefs, falling in the pit, abyss

living in a dream, blue trees and violett Leafs are falling, when they are passing by

my name was brought up, they start their discussion

arrogant, insane, mind blowing wealth and fame

its like living without emotions, surrounded by machines

doing their work in a regular fashion

the Light brings Love, Hope and Success

but they loiter in the darkness eating their fill

in comes the man, heartbroken without his heart he is no more

but even though they love the hate, he is keeping his distance and walking straight

while many are hurt stopped by the pain, emotionally unstable, they still pretend, believe in playing their foolish act till the end

because long past the shadow and long past the mirror, the true end awaits us guiding the surviving fruits on the only way to the Light

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#259 Posted by HumansFirst (264 posts) - - Show Bio

Touchstones exist only as a way to find one's way back from blindness, but such things are no longer needed here. There are no boundaries, there are no limits, there is only the law of infinite possibility. What use to find your way when any way is open? What use to look to the achievements of others when you in reality hold all possibility in you? Ignore the saints and sinners, follow your own compass, even should it lead you off a cliff. There are no uses for opinion, for past invention and former views. You are free. Act it.

So says the writing on the walls. What's left after, the parts nearest the body, are all stained in the predictable splatter of blood. Johannes Matthias Smith, 3rd generation immigrant from God knows where, has covered his room in the same cryptic, nonsensical writings we've found in every other suicide within a 200 mile radius. Me and Lucy are, again, entirely stumped by what the hell it all means. She's convinced it's some satanic cult they're all a part of, but none of the evidence links them together so clearly. None of them knew the others, not in any visible, concrete way, anyhow. Even more confusing, the same general message is repeated over and over, but in different words. If this were a cult we'd see more uniform vocabulary, the stump speeches they hear at the ceremony taking form in their own delirious writings, but there's none of that. Just rambling on the same topic in different words, different styles, none of the hallmarks of organized religion or doctrine.

I scratch my head, the bald spot in particular is particularly pleasing, but when I look up I think I catch something out of the corner of my eye. Twin horns, crossed in horizontal lines and looping in and over one another like a double helix, ending in singular jagged tips, the cuts glowing an ominous red. It's not satanic though, nothing so animal, it looks as though it were architectured, fixed by human hands...

I try to focus in on it, to get a good look, but when I turn to look at it dead on its already gone. I tell Lucy to get outta there, call it a day. Don't know why I did that, but the writing just calls for privacy.

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#260 Posted by fmen2016 (81 posts) - - Show Bio

Sensation Mystery!

The Multiverse is big with it's many Earths that dot its star-scape ,Though The Multiverse is vast in it size as well,in fact there are some Earths that some may say that they are unknown, But no matter what Earth your talking about there is one thing they all have in common, they have a Superman. Until Now.Because ours has gone missing.

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#261 Posted by arthurkerr (2180 posts) - - Show Bio

I never find the time to write anymore. Let me stop myself.

My name is Clark Kent as you know. I can fly move fast and lift heavy things.

I try to inspire people to get them to do great things yet.

I fail more times then achieve that goal.

As Superman, I can change the course of mighty rivers and move ships.

Yet it is as Clark Kent I can do my most good, I can let people see a better way and lead the thirsty to water and give them the reason to drink deep.

To write or not to write that is my question.

Who is Superman who is the bigger hero?

If your ever thirsty for something and your lost and your wondering.

What should I do?

I mean you could wait on me as Superman or you could look up one of my many blogs.

How to be a better partner or how to get that great job or how to fight the good fight and be a good American.

Even how to be proactive on planet Earth.

As I write this I am lost to the very notion that people know that a hero is somebody willing to give all to save others.

Yet sometimes you do cannot give it all as the saying goes you cannot and you should not.

A dead man is not a hero for those who come after are the ones who fight the villains who take on the evil and living is the answer.

It is the way it is all we know.

If you die you do not have to raise the children do not have to fight the enemy do not have to tell anybody how you sacrificed anything to save them.

You cannot speak and those left behind become your voice your storyteller your soul.

As the saying goes that history is written by those who live to tell the tale.

The pen is made mighty by history and those that forged a bloody path across the globe.

Killing and enslaving the people.

As I write this I am about to embark on a quest but you reading it will be targeted and your life is no longer safe.

I Clark Kent will disappear and so will Superman but one day we may meet.

The resistance will contact you and when all the universe comes into alignment we will talk again.

You will call me an ally and the stars will fall from the sky and the sea will turn to blood and we will be locked in a battle to save the universe from.. Itself.

I close my letter as a warning to you...

Stay away from the shadows, watch the moon beware of the space between tics of the clock.

You will know what I mean when it all begins to fall apart.

Live and breath in the moments between war and peace for peace is about to end.

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#262 Posted by FlashTheJedi (15 posts) - - Show Bio

I used to work for a top secret military facility with about 38 of us all working on one common goal, time travel. As a child I always wanted to be able to travel back in time to see history itself, I always dreamed of meeting King Arthur and the knights of the round table, I always wanted to be able to see what happened at the dawn of time. That was our mission, to find solid evidence of how our world came to be, how our universe came to be. I wish we hadn't of even tried.

We had every single item, chemical and element to our disposal until one day I had an idea. I am not going to share too much information as I do not want anyone to ever re attempt this. We built something called a particle fission device and then paired it up with a Nuclear Particle Reactor. I was part of the team expected to go 'back in time' to research how the universe came to be. We powered up the time machine unsure it would work so we sent 18 GPS chips in and sure enough when we attempted to locate them we had an extremely faint signal which we picked up from a satellite near Jupiter. I was then sent in. Everything was dark and my flashlight didn't work, there was no sun, no moon, no planets and no stars. I did a full 360 turn but saw nothing, I looked down and saw a very faint distant yellow light. I attempted to use my radio but had a sharp high pitched noise return instead. I slowly hovered to the light to see it was one of the GPS' I then began to hover back up to the portal to go back to the future but saw a dark mass sweep past it. I realised that I was breathing heavily as I was scared so I tried to move back to the portal as quickly as possible and then I saw it. The dark mass appeared in front of me, I looked at it and it released a blood curdling scream, I looked away and saw that I was in a room with this dark entity, I ran to the portal and it spoke.

"Before life, there was death. And before death there was nothing. There is no salvation. When your life ends you will join us."

When I returned they shut the program down and destroyed every single molecule which was to do with the mission.

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#263 Posted by arthurkerr (2180 posts) - - Show Bio

The universe has a sense of Humor

The gods have a sense of humor and it is seen in the infinity stones. The day has arrived when Thanos has gained all the stones. He has the power to destroy half the universe or even the whole universe with a snap of his hands. Why stop at half. Why not destroy it all and remake it as you please. With built-in his and her hand towels, everybody gets a car. Thanos thinks about the last one and decides he no longer allows the Oprah show to play on the ship even in the background. It simply messes with his head. But he ponders the color of his car he would receive. Blue he thinks baby blue. He feels the universe around him he knows all the players he pulls them out of hiding. Infinity and eternity and Galactus. He binds them with a thought. He is god now and he controls all. He will say what happens and what does not.

Thanos smiles as he looks at the Avengers all dead every single one of them.

He pulls Odin from his chair with the power of the stones.

Look at your son I did that the almighty Thanos.

Odin frowns and Thonos simply brushes him aside with a wave of his hand.

The power is making him drunk. He does everything he has ever wanted.

He plays pool with planets he makes a computer the size of his ship but it has a galaxy at its core.

Then he goes online and plays world of Warcraft.

He has no clue the universe has a sense of humor none at all.

Step outside the bubble you see Thanos with a lost look on his face as all the Avengers are lost at what to do.

He placed the glave on his hand and simply stopped and stood still.

Nobody could touch him or get close.

He existed in a universe all in his mind. Doing whatever he dared dream up in some self-imposed reality.

Eternity and Odin waved at each other.

We will let him out one day but the truth is the stones have no power what so ever.

They are just colored stones and pieces of glass.

We do this from time to time it breaks the boredom of being immortal after all.

Clap their hands and Captian America finds himself at home in the avenger mansion.

He has to wonder.

Are the gods messing with us all?

Time will tell.

He wondered what color car Oprah would send him.