Gum Belle, Episode I
The tall, handsome waiter moved easily through the pale wonderland that was the Plaza Nightclub. The tables were pearly white, the chairs were white ash, the floor was white marble, and the plates were pure white china. He himself wore a white uniform, and he delivered the food and drink with hands encased in white cotton gloves. Each table was set with a tall white candle, and he made sure each was lit with a pure, alabaster flame as he passed them by. The bandstand, all silver and stucco, was stocked with very fine musicians in bright ivory suits that glittered in the stage lights. They played the latest music; the Big Band stuff that was all the rage with young people like the waiter.
White, you could say, was the color of the day at the Plaza Nightclub, which made the six big men at the owners table so very conspicuous. They all wore dark suits with matching snap-brim hats pulled low over their eyes. Several wore black leather gloves, and their oily patent-leather loafers lur
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a spray of gas bombs hit her square in the face and blossomed into sickly green fumes. Gum Belles eyes rolled back in their sockets and her head fell into a stack of her own coiled neck. The crooks van roared off, its six heavy wheels leaving deep tire tracks in the unconscious womans shapeless body. Bum Frank coughed and sneezed and struggled against the belt that kept him tied the deathtrap that was now the freighter Confidence, but to no avail.
Just then, FBI Special Agent Lionel Ricketts awoke with a gasp and a pounding headache. The Confidence was littered with bodies, and there was a big pile of some rubbery red sheeting in the middle of the deck. The custom armored jobbie was long gone, but the cloying stench of the gas was everywhere.
What a mess, he grumbled. Leave it to the criminal element to vomit all over six months hard work. Jenkins was still curled in a fetal position next to one of the gangsters, whose gas mask ha
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Ricketts looked up, saw the falling gargoyle, and moved faster than he ever had in his life. He shoved Ted and the blonde away from him, so hard that they fell to the ground, then turned to run.
Ted hit the pavement hard as people ran everywhere around him. He rolled and flailed to keep from being trampled. Something red darted past him, like a serpent. There was an earth-shaking slam, like a giants fist punching the pavement, and gray dust billowed across the sidewalk. He raised his head, saw his Das bowler hat roll out of the dense, gray cloud, and wept.
Well, well, well, said a merry contralto voice. Looks like I caught a whopper.
The dust was clearing. There stood a pretty woman with long blonde hair and a bright red and gold costume that resembled an aviators flight suit. She was leaning against the gargoyle, and was chewing something with relaxed ease as she held her arm a good ten feet up in the air like an anglers pole, where Lion
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There was a sound behind Frank like a snake burping and his neck burned. Blood trickled down his spine in a warm, wavering stream. He had a moment of clear and lucid thought -- Did that muther just shoot me? -- before he slammed into the alley wall and collapsed.
Vincent Salucci walked over to his car and picked up a telephone receiver mounted on the back of the drivers side seat. There was a moment of static on the other end of the line, then Eddie the Rats nasal voice came through. Yeah, boss?
The couriers down. Pick him up.
Sure thing, boss.
Soon enough, the lumbering, armored, six-wheeled monstrosity of a van that they had used for the Confidence job screeched to a stop at the other end of the alley. Eddie, Brick Mick, and a few recently-promoted soldiers jumped out, picked up Franks prone body, and hauled him inside.
You sure about the drop-off point, boss? Eddie asked over the phone, as the van
Gum Belle, Episode VIIGum Belle, Episode VII6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ted Ricketts dashed from Helmut Arcturions opera box, only to see a red-gold cocoon pulsing high above the lobby floor. Rubbery tentacles swarmed around it, each bearing a frightened opera patron, but it was his fathers face, red and straining, eyes bulging as the cocoon crushed the life out of him, that rammed an ice-cold spike of terror through his heart.
Da! he cried, his voice high and shrill.
Gum Belles head looped around on its waving, fleshy stalk of a neck, and Ted barely had enough time to glimpse the vacant, dead look in her eyes before another tentacle peeled from her body with a soft, floppy flick and whickered through the air at him.
But Ted, though only an average student in the classroom, was an attentive pupil during recess, which had taught him many valuable skills, thanks to playground bullies. One of them was: when attacked, surprise.
He ran forward. The tentacle undulated lower and whipped at his ankles, but he hopped over
The Training of Elastica.The Training of Elastica.The Training of Elastica.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You call this a tasteful costume? It was only Alines first day as a superheroine and already she was finding reasons to regret that particular decision. Eliza looked at the outfit laid out before the two of them and shrugged.
Whats wrong with it? It is made out of materials that will stretch with you, its insulated, should present at least some form of protection against extreme heat, cold, or electricity, and I made sure to get it in your favorite colors, white and green. Aline picked up the green sleeveless vest which would make up the upper half of the uniform.
It was, to put it politely, completely devoid of fabric around a certain portion of her anatomy. Perhaps I should have been more specific when I said tasteful I meant completely covers my breasts is that clear enough? Eliza shrugged mightily.
Miss Twist: PrologueEast Berlin, December 14th, 1965. 8:30 PMMiss Twist: Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was snowing on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall.
The woman in black burrowed deeper into her coat and rubbed her hands together beneath her fur hand muff. It couldn't be warmer then fifteen degrees Fahrenheit, and the harsh, blustery wind made her face numb and stiff. No wonder the lovely lads in the press department called this the Cold War.
She turned down a narrow, dingy alley, her boot-heels clicking briskly on the cobbles. Something vaguely human was huddled beneath a pile of white-dusted rubbish. She made the effort not to look too closely at it. She couldn't afford pity. She was on the clock.
The alley opened onto a street. Across the way was a local bar. Its small-paned windows were too frosty and fogged up to see inside, but two drunks slumped by the front door, singing boisterously in German. Best to move now, before they saw her and wondered why the pretty lady was skulking in the shadows. The woman in black twitched her s
The trail by fire of ElasticaThe trail by fire of Elastica.The trail by fire of Elastica7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wake up already! It was not just with a most ungracious shout that Aline was awoken, but she was actively shoved off the bed a few moments later. Alines eyes shot open, and she twisted about to face Eliza. Hey, what was that for? Eliza bent down and slowly swept her hand across the room.
Well first of all, the next time you wake up and need to use the bathroom, get up and walk there like everyone else rather then just stretching the lower half of your body into it. This place looks like an obstacle course, and I get enough of manuvering my way through those at work. Take a look at what I had to make my way through in order to get here...
She bent down, grabbed Alines neck and pulled. After extending her friends neck above the bed Aline could see that her legs were stretched out leading away from her bed
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Keitie was stretching around the city looking for trouble when she actually ended up caching sight of a lot more than she had ever planned on finding. Sadly, as a superheroine she was duty-bound to try and thwart any evil she caught sight of. Not only that, but it would be painfully difficult to pretend she hadnt caught sight of a giant near-naked woman walking through the city.
It was hard to judge the womans exact height, but she was taller than anything Rubbergirl could find to compare her against at the moment. She had very dark skin and enough blue hair that an explorer could get lost in there and starve to death before they found their way out.
She was also wearing golden earrings that were large enough for to create a pair of gold-plated UFOs. Then there was the complicated green and yellow armbands and for lack of a better word knee bracelets. Nor was one likely
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The blue haired man looked at the automatic (in the sense of the thing was mounted on a wheeled tripod and could move around to try and pick up what it thought was the best possible angle for a shot) camera for a moment, made sure that the green on light was blinking and took a moment to straighten his frequently protesting cowlick. Sadly no sooner had he managed to get it into some semblance of order, then a passing gust of wind undid all his work.
Not being overly egotistical the reporter realized that very few people who eventually saw this particular broadcast would be paying any sort of attention to him, so he might as well get on with it. He coughed once to clear his throat, and got down to business. Hello, my name is Fredrick Hennery for Channel 31 News. It is my esteemed pleasure to be bringing you this one of a kind personal interview with renown superheroine Rubber
InterceptorInterceptor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When they came in, they always came in fast. They skid low across the atmosphere like silvery stones, flushed with coldness and dawn. It seems like they had been coming for a few years now, and perhaps observing for some time before that. We knew what they had been doing for awhile, but due to the scale of the previous conflict their depredations went unnoticed. Unnoticed at least by nations and armies. The inhabitants of a remote farm would go missing. Bandits, of course. A fishing vessel might disappear, just before dawn on a clear calm night. Drift mine, most likely. However, the disappearance of all the human inhabitants from certain remote island chains seemed harder to explain.
As things were rebuilt, one missing person became ten, then a hundred, then a thousand. A sort of harvest was suspected. It took radar and collective will to finally see them clearly. Silent, swift, and hungry. We almost never saw them at all. We never found any trace of their victims. They came o
First Contact part 1If you could describe Humanity in a single word, that word would be war. Wars have been fought since the dawn of the Human race. It molds us, makes us rethink, innovates us, and breaks us down while at the same time, it builds us up. It is in war that Humanity became united, and with this unexpected unification, mankind faced the greatest challenge of our entire existence.First Contact part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Year 2089: Drought and famine swept across the States, Europe, Russia and Asia. Fields burned, crops wouldn’t grow, and many people began to starve. In response to the reduction of resources, the world’s powers panicked, escalating in all out war for the planet’s last bits of healthy farming land. The cost of the war was immense. Oil foundries severely depleted the black gold reserves, and the military campaigns caused havoc and destruction on a Biblical scale.
With nuclear warfare seeming to become immanent, the U.N. came together and called for the world’s leaders to convene on groun
Dyna: The Laughter of the GodsDyna the Dynamic DamselDyna: The Laughter of the Gods6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Laughter of the Gods
The woman was in police custody shortly after Dyna was able to get a change of costume and power herself down. While the form she called Stage 2 of Dyna was even more impressive strength wise than before, Dyna hated being in it. She found the call of the extra power both intoxicating and a bit sickening at the same time. After she powered down, she found her muscles ached and at times felt like a series of pins was being stuck into her flesh in various places. It was a sure sign that should not rely on the extra power the belt could offer regularly. Stage 1 would suffice unless another set of extreme circumstances presented itself.
In a war with a god, she feared those circumstances would become common place.
The woman gave no name, had no fingerprints on file, and her personal effects told nothing about her, save she killed a man to take his clothes. However, her manner told volumes. She did not break under questioning by the police,
Fanfiction "Golden Age" DynaDyna the Dynamic Damsel: OriginFanfiction "Golden Age" Dyna7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A fan fiction by Jack Maddington
Based on the original character "Dyna the Damsel Dynamo" created by David C. Matthews
Steel City was once a small town built around three massive industries due to the need for tanks, guns, and steel for the war effort against the Axis. In a few short years, the town became a city, with growing skyscrapers and beautiful architecture. It was soon made a landing point on the Zeppelin Lines connecting to Boston, Chicago, and New York City. The citizens of Steel City were a proud people, friendly to their neighbors, always willing to lend a hand, pure American.
The year was 1946, and World War II was not yet truly over. A young German officer killed Hitler over the madman's Final Solution, and the German army retreated to its borders. A shaky truce was laid down as the German government agreed to hand over Nazi party officials and sympathizers and an a