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Super Hero story 1st draft
“There was a time for heroes, once. A time where single good person would bring out the best in people. That one hero, that animal, super in every way, could have held the earth in his hands and crushed it with ease.  He could leap canyons with a half-step, drop a brick building with his pinky, and change the weather just with the sound of his voice. Instead of evil and villainy, he created Earth’s mighty defense force with twelve of his personally picked heroes to take the helm whenever he couldn’t. Inspiration for us to do better, passion for those who needed a little boost, and justice for those who stood against their fellow citizens! He had it all and he gave his all for all of us,” The heavily clown make-uped news reporter moose on the television adjusted his glasses, the channel 1337 news logo in the background filled in behind his massive girth, “And today we honor our planet’s first super hero a decade after his passing to-.”
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Teddy Bear in the Rain
It was a simple thing. A teddy bear lay upon the park bench, listing lazily over the edge at its filth covered end. The rain drizzling, silently soaking into the toy’s fur. It waited patiently for its master to return. It would wait forever if it could. It was a simple thing. With one crack of thunder, the sound gave the bear one final push to the trash littered puddle.
Sage calmly sipped his tea as he waited. The coffee shop was open, warm, and welcoming but not a soul dared to venture out into the storm. Tomorrow was to be a parade or so he heard. It wasn’t his choice really, the women on the bus announced their life stories so well he might as well have sat in on a whole production.
He cringed as the liquid touched his lips. This was not tea. It was a fabrication, something with ‘enhanced’ flavor. Calling it tea was a travesty at best. He let it slide down this throat anyway. No one made it like they used to. No one had time, always busy with endless nothings
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Guards
Twilight sparkled over the purple sky, the day long over but the night still building up the courage to begin. The lanterns were lite, boards creaked louder than usual, and dogs began their never ending blight to each other about where the stars came from or they’re just barking. Regardless, Brian rubbed his eyes to wipe the sleep away. He sat back in his chair, leaning up next to the building, as he faced the endless nothingness of the desert trail.
“Nice haircut, by the way.” Stanly commented as he stood closer to the firefly heavy lamplight, thumbing through a periodical.
“Thank you!” Brain half-heartedly shouted towards the heavens. “You have no idea what I’ve had to deal with today.”
Stanly paused, giving Brain a dull look. “Trish caused a bar fight over her again, the Domino brothers tried to swindle a farmer out of his deed to the farm, had to carry that bloke’s iron ass to three different metal smiths because none of t
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By Trade - Remember
Everything was for sale, nothing too worthless. Chairs, boxes, floorboards, everything that wasn’t bolted down, and even some that were, was completely up for grabs. To some this was madness but to others, and the few who knew a thing or two, it was a market place cashing in on all the incoming dimwitted top hat wearing wealthy. Even the thieves were having a field day which worried Sandy just a tiny bit.
She stood just off the corner taking in the endless stream of bodies yelling, hitting, and violating their fellow human beings personal space. She cringed a little as a drunk waddled by as he attempted to sniff her hair but only met the pavement upon tripping over himself. She forced herself mid breath into the reseeding wave and hoped, with her hands clutched around her case, her destination would warrant this discomfort.
Only a few steps in Sandy felt a large hand grab her by the shoulder and force her to a nearby stall, a toothless bald man with an askew tie met her face far
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By Trade - Shift
Edward sat back in his usual spot contemplating the wasted moments going by. To be a patient man was one thing but his current enforcers were anything but engaging. The one, a distasteful old man, kept the cart moving as best he could, while normally not the talkative type, Edward sensed a deliberate avoidance of attention toward both Edward and the woman. The cart clattered on with nothing more than a glance from the geezer to which Edward only suspected was to make sure nothing was amiss.
The other, the woman, was not at the old man’s side. She rarely talked and Edward suspected she had been staring at him whenever he wasn’t looking. It could have been his bias opinion about himself but with her he wouldn’t be surprised. She followed the cart a few feet behind, walking rather calmly. Her jitters and wondering eyes focused at the pavement as she held a rusty shovel over her shoulder.
Of course neither had been on Edward’s mind for the last hour or so. For the m
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Awoken - Part 6
Coughing, Ben unlatched his seat belt then smacking headfirst into the ceiling. His body shook but his mind kept him moving. Escape. That’s all it told him. Escape. Reaching for the door handle he felt a sharp pain shot through his palms, shards of glass everywhere. The ringing sound kept the world spinning. He sent an arm out for the latch, missed and missed again. The third time his fist held something and with a click the door popped open.
His arms refused to pull his weight and his legs couldn’t lift him. Yet, he somehow stumbled from the wrecked box of metal onto something soft. It took a few moments for his brain to decipher where he was. A field just off of the road. It was rather pleasant with the flowers and butterflies. Those butterflies were good. Flapping their wings so effortlessly. Ben had a desire to flap his wings as well.
“BAH.”
Before him stood the broken neck sheep. Whatever bliss his mind was in now reeled back with such force that he found h
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By Trade - Red
His companion scanned the scene once more, biting her lip. “Up to you.” She said in her usual whisper. Her cloak shifted ever so slightly as she kept her balance.
Just over the dune sat three wagons, circled haphazardly around a long dead camp fire, even that was nothing but wisps in the wind. There wasn’t any movement from what either of them could tell but it was hard to say one way or the other from the road.    
It wasn’t quite midday but a spare glance had halted their much needed progress. Of all people, Edward’s comment of smoke could have been left as just a hallucination from the sun. The trader looked back at the shaky rust machine as puffs of smoke burst from the hole in its body. The gears still rattled and wined but only slightly. It was a miracle he could rig it as well as he had. The fact it lasted this long was anything short then pure luck and he knew it. Edward stood at the back of wagon tied to the wheel after complaining half
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Awoken - Part 5
It wasn’t long before he was back on Main street where life was slowly beginning to blossom. His heart was still pumping as he chanced a familiar individual stepping out of shop.
“LUCAS!” he called, on Lucas in seconds. “You have to h-help me! Something’s after me.” Ben shouted in one breath. Ben’s knees shook to the point he should have fallen over but Lucas merely starred at him oddly.
“Uh, what?” was all the giant could muster, scratching his chin.
Ben held out a hand to the wall, doing his best to calm himself. “I just saw…” It was irrational, unbelievable, completely stupid and no one in a million years would buy what he saw to be true. And yet here was Lucas the jock. “It’s a-after me. You have to help me.” he stammered, not willing to test the craziness that might come out of his mouth.
Lucas nodded sagely. “I see.” For once maybe Lucas was taking it seriously. Ben felt a calm
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Awoken - Part 4
Glancing at the wall again he found the tray with the forms. Someone had placed it in the tray. Of course they did. Picking up the form he grumbled through the process of filling it out. It was then the manager stepped through the back door.
“Ben? You don’t work today.” His manager stated confusingly.
Ben gave back the same puzzled look. “Yeah I do.”
The dumb tie wearing higher up pointed his ‘I’m working’ clip board at the schedules on the far wall. “No I changed it this morning.” He explained rather pleased with himself. “We had to make cuts in our hours.” From here Ben could see the schedules all marked up in red.
“This morning?” Ben asked bewildered, “How was I supposed t-?”
“We have everything covered.” The manager laughed reassuringly, writing something on his clip board. “By the way you forgot to clock out yesterday. Don’t forget again.”  With that h
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Awoken - Part 3
His walk was far from exciting, since he pretty much walked it near every day. By now he had witnessed the same groupings of houses, trees, trees, and more trees then he cared to look at. He’d pass the same woman walking her dog, the same off white picket fence that desperately needed a paint job, the same guy mowing his lawn every morning, and the same grouping of trees. There are a lot of trees in this town, to the point where it could almost be called a forest if the main part of town wasn’t leveled out with a row of buildings when it was first constructed. When that was no one knew or bothered to know.
“BAAAAHH!”
A bit of white flashed just out of the corner of his eye. An ice cold chill ran down his spin. “What the…?” he breathed, slowly turning toward the sound, across the street, at the corner of one of the buildings stood a sheep. It starred at him. Ben starred back. Their eyes locked.
What happened next Ben really couldn’t descr
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Awoken - Part 2
Ben closed his eyes, they burned from being open so long and it felt so good. He waited squeezing his eyes shut as if it would help with the noise. Deep down he hoped he could doze off. This was wishful thinking at its finest and he knew it. He wondered why he even set that alarm. It was the worst possible sound ever uttered in history, though that was kind of the point. Ben kept going down the creaky staircase. This morning the alarm was worthless. He was already behind schedule.
Ben’s apartment stood right above Handy Hardware’s entrance. Every time that little bell on the door rang Ben could hear it. No matter what time of day or night it was. No matter of repositioning his furniture, playing loud music or earplugs could ever drown out that small spontaneous ding that people tend to forget about once they used the door. So, as Ben exited the stairwell he couldn’t help but glance up at that tiny evil device and give it his most irritated glare. Much to his surprise
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Awoken - Part 1
“Hot enough for ya?” asked a gruff voice.
Ben snapped out of his daze to give the gentleman a smile. “Oh, er…yes. Very.” He stammered but then added, “To think it’d be hot on a sunny day in July.”
The old man nodded in agreement, "Suppose so." He said not giving Ben's comment much thought. The elderly man nodded to him with a stupid grin before shuffling his way to the Bakery tables.
When the man moved out ear shot Ben glared. "Not like I get THAT question every five minutes." Ben spat, noticing the cart tracks through his once marvelously moped floor. Ben gritted his teeth as he splashed the mop in the bucket of water a little harder then he needed to.
A sharp whistle caught Ben’s attention. A scowl from his Manager quickened his pace to the front. A customer was yelling at him for some reason.  

BEEPBEEPBEEP. BEEPBEEPBEEP. BEEPBEEPBEEP.
It was 6:25AM. A sliver of light lay upon the still body. It lay there, eyes open
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By Trade - Ace of Clubs
“Always with the mysterious stranger from nowhere too and somehow he’s the only one who can fix up that town.” Added George tossing in two more chips. It had been a long night. Half drank bottles littered the tables around them, they’re owners gone to their own beds or in the muck outside. A single lantern light danced at their plays waiting with anticipation.
It flickered as George spat his unintended voice across the empty pub. Lewis glared at him but said nothing about it. “Eeyup.” He agreed eyeing his cards a few more seconds before folding. “And he just sort of wonders in one day looking for something. Could name it or not. Either way he only plans to stay one night and move on. But of course the locals have a beef with him in some way.”
Edward, the current dealer, looks down at his hand again; a pair of kings. He raised his gaze ever so slightly through his tinted glasses. The two men across form him babbled on without a clue as Edw
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By Trade - The Stranger
The sun slowly broke it’s zenith as it descended toward the empty road ahead. It was a particularly hot day in the desert, more so than usual. It had nothing to do with the heat from the sun or the pavement the wagon currently rumbled across. It was the cloaked individual riding shotgun, her face beat red and her eyes darting everywhere except at the driver, though there really wasn’t much to look at out there but rocks and the occasional tumble weed.
The driver, a gruff looking man with a sour look in his eye and always puckered up ready to spit, chuckled a little bit. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Eh, lot’s a people have that problem at your age.” He tried to console but his companion didn’t seem to hear him as she continued to keep her focus someplace else. Shrugging he snapped the reigns, egging the mule to move just slightly faster.
The wagon bumped a hole in the patchwork road, sending its contents to raddle about. His passenger
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“There was a time for heroes, once. A time where single good person would bring out the best in people. That one hero, that animal, super in every way, could have held the earth in his hands and crushed it with ease.  He could leap canyons with a half-step, drop a brick building with his pinky, and change the weather just with the sound of his voice. Instead of evil and villainy, he created Earth’s mighty defense force with twelve of his personally picked heroes to take the helm whenever he couldn’t. Inspiration for us to do better, passion for those who needed a little boost, and justice for those who stood against their fellow citizens! He had it all and he gave his all for all of us,” The heavily clown make-uped news reporter moose on the television adjusted his glasses, the channel 1337 news logo in the background filled in behind his massive girth, “And today we honor our planet’s first super hero a decade after his passing to-.”
The television switched off, as the old coyote leaned over the week old newspaper as his cigarette smoke still rose from the overfilled ashtray. He spat something black and slimy over the embers, and still it rose to fill the ceiling with its tasteless ash, “You’re going to be late,” he coughed and hacked into his fist, the resin painting the tips of fur hanging above his lip.
The rabbit at the far end of the counter just sat silently sipping her coffee. Her demeanor was unconcerned, and her sips were hummed with quiet licks of satisfaction. The dinner wasn’t open yet, the tiny timepiece over the kitchen window showed the time to be half past four, and the shadowed pitch blackness outside confirmed it. There were some street lamps on in the distance, with a toppled and crush public trash cans in the streets where cars lined the sidewalks dully or dead.
He took a hollow breath, his lungs long broken and overtaxed, “Charon?”  
  “I heard you, Gene,” Charon continued to stare off into nothingness, sipping away unconcerned. Her ears slightly slackened in her freshly purple dyed hair as her yellow clove fingers tapped the salt shaker next the menu stand, “They were mandated to stay for another sixteen hour shift.” She reported, brushing the salt shaker over to its pepper companion.
Gene snorted with all the annoyance he could muster, taking another puff of his cig. “At least I get another hour with a heroine in a bikini I can gaze over at.” He eyed her, a firm grin etched through his tired form taking in her costume of a logoed one piece swimsuit and fishnet leggings that revealed every curve she had to offer. All of which she held out just enough through her trench coat that no one needed to imagine what she was packing.  
His comment alone made the rabbit raise an eyebrow, the first time that morning giving him her full attention. “Top-10 wears two gold pasties and a thong, you’re not getting much,” she lazily informed, setting her cup on the counter top, “Skin tight is usually the bare minimum requirement.”
  Gene moved his smoke stick away from his mouth as he gave it a quick arm rub to smear off the blackness building up, it did little help even when he took an extended draw from it adding more to what he tried to remove, “She the one on the United Hero Society with the giant disco shoulder pads and ten inched spike heels?” he asked, his distant stare scanning through all the heroines he might have seen on television or magazine that he always claimed to only have because he loved to read the articles.  
“And hated by women everywhere,” Charon added with a yawn. “A true super heroine of our time.”
There was a thump at the side door, drawing the two’s attention. Three laughing, leather clad, drunks thumped on the glass again as they each put their full bodyweight into opening the locked dinner door. Sighing, Gene flicked his cigarette away, cupping his hands around his muzzle to give his voice some added volume, “WE’RE CLOSED. COME BACK LATER.”
The chicken at the front of the group, twitched his head to the side, his wattle waving about with each movement he made. “But we’re hungry now old man!” He shouted through the glass.
His two friends, a bulky badger and a dirty pink bowed hyena, stepped back and rushed the door, snapping it off its hinges with a loud bang and shattering glass. “Yea, we’re hungry now,” the badger spat, cracking his knuckles, “Right, Gauge?”
The hyena chuckled and giggled madly, “You know it, Lars babe.”
Smoothing out his comb, the chicken shoved the two of them aside, a death glare haunting his calmed voice. “Will you two clam it, I don’t need a commentary every place we bust up,” adjusting his oversized leather jacket he kicked one boot up on the counter where Gene was standing at his full height, “I have an appointment I don’t want to be at on an empty stomach. Get in the kitchen and make us a sandwich special.”
Gene was not a large coyote. He was more lanky and dwarfish to most paterions that walked through his doors. He had both experienced and seen things that would bring any lesser being to their knees. As he stood there, noncompliant to the commanded request, his fingers tightened into a well-practiced fist. He glared over at the rabbit casually observing the exchange, sipping her coffee like normal. Catching his stare, she shrugged, “Call the police, if it ain’t super, I ain’t touching it.”
Super Hero story 1st draft
No real action here, just an opening to something I'm working on.
LOTS of spelling and grammatical errors but something finally being posted here after.....a very long time.

Yes, everything in this story is owned by me.
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Have my own website and books for sale: thatauthor.wixsite.com/oddadve…

While I don't post much here, I love art and creative works. So, feel free to take a look at some of
my older, not great, writings and let me know what you think. 

Hope you all have a great day!


Check out these talented people:
:iconaimlane: :iconsainttape: :iconflickeringthoughts: :iconladyriverlark: :iconfl0e: :iconbagnathesupervillain: :iconnoodlerama: :icondrcrafty: :iconjackcrowder: :iconpuppydoctor:


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  • Watching: Randomizer Speedruns
  • Playing: Final Fantasy 14
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dragonoscuro203 Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for watch Birb intensifies 
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LastProtocol Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2018
np :D
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Azzedar-san Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2018
Thank you for the watch! :)
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LastProtocol Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2018
np. ;) Great work!
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Thank you for the Watch C:
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LastProtocol Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2018
Np. :D Liked your style.
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Selirum Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'm sorry for too late reply, but thank you so much for the watch~ :3Racing Girl Emoji (Ehehe) [V4] 
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LastProtocol Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2018
np. :D You're welcome!
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Thanks for the watch.
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