To Celie

The first hero I ever had wasn’t my dad, or my mom.
It was Superman.
And I mean, who wouldn’t call Superman their hero?
He has super strength, super speed, heat vision, he can breathe in space
And aside from a stupid green rock and magic, he practically has no weakness.
Prime hero material, right?
But as I grew up and I learned that there was no such thing as a perfect person
And that Superman was not only fictitious, but incredibly unrealistic,
I started to wonder.
Who in the real world could be a hero?

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Asterisks = Author's Favorites. Brackets: Genre

Titles in Alphabetical Order:

*12 Billion Eyes [Drama]
A Realistic Fighting Cartoon [Prose, Experimental]
Ad Council [Humor]
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and the Pillsbury Dough Boy [Humor]
*Alight Romance [Romance]
All You Wanted Was a Cookie. [Humor]
Alone Again [TO COME LATER]
Another Misguided Lamb [Humor]
AT&T VS. TMOBILE [Humor, Fanfic?]
*Blood Trails [Humor, Drama]
Brandchael [Humor]
Bunny Cafe [Humor, Murder Mystery]
The Bus is Late [Humor]
Chunks (It's About a Lesbian That Eats Her Own Vomit) [Humor]
*Cookie Clicker: The Movie [Humor, Script]
The Corner of Carl's Jr. [Humor]
Crab People [Humor]
Ephemeral [TO COME LATER]
*Fladeboe [Xkybo]
The Hash-Slinging Slasher [Horror]
*Hi [Horror]
Himchan Miracle Story [Humor]
Hotel Apocalypse [Humor]
I Gotta Feeling [Humor]
Joker&Bane: Friends4lyfe [Humor, Fanfic]
Mecha-Hitler 2.0: The Infinity Reich [Humor, Sci-Fi]
Megan's Adventure [Humor]
Mint Chocolate Sushi [Humor]
Mushroom Soup [Horror]
*Naruto [Humor, Fanfic]
Only You Can Prevent Wildfires [Humor]
*Oscar [Humor]
Paper Trails [TO COME LATER]
*Samuri the Last [Humor]
Story Title [Humor]
Superman Loves the Sun [Humor]
Tales from the Mushroom Forest
Unrecognizable [Humor]
*The Wonderful World of Wombats [Humor, Informational]
Author's Note

A Dae With Daehyun

Christina held the laminated concert badge in her hand, which read "B.A.P all-access VIP pass" along with a few pictures of the members of B.A.P on the front. Yongguk, Himchan, Youngjae, Jongup, Zelo, they were all there, in strange yet seductive poses, or at least seductive to Christina. She still couldn't believe that she won the pass in a boxing contest, pulling off a come-from-behind victory in the 32nd round against a seven-foot tall, steroid abusing, sexually frustrated lady that went by the name of "Shalilian."

How did she win the badge? Because of her sheer strength? No, she was actually quite weak. Determination? Almost.

Love. She won because of her love for B.A.P, unmatched by any other. As she held on to the badge attached to the black B.A.P lanyard wrapped around her neck, she glanced at all the members posing on her badge, but really only looked at one person.

Daehyun. She loved Daehyun.

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Content (in order):

Alana
Alex
Angela
Brandon
Camille
Daniel
Diane
Elliot
Emily
Mr. Fulks
Hannah
Ivan
Kayla
Kevin
Mathew (or derivatives)
Michael (Me)
Seth
Steven
William
Author's Note

An Excerpt From A Chemist's Diary

I don't know what to make of these strange occurrences, and I fear that if I explain them to anyone else, I'll be branded a lunatic by society. So I write my observations this diary, both to keep my sanity and in hopes that if the unspeakable were to happen to me, someone in the future may be able to explain these events. Or, if not explain, then avoid entirely.

What I am about to write in these pages are true events, written to the best of my memory. At times, it may seem more like an outlandish horror story, but I swear, on my mother's grave, that these incidents are not fictitious. I realize that the bulk of the text may be overwhelming to some, so if you happen to come across this diary in the future, I offer one piece of advice to you.

If you ever find yourself alone, and you feel like you're being watched by something. Or, if you enter a room by yourself and are suddenly subject to inexplicable chills and feelings of panic, then it's there. Behind you. Hidden in plain sight. Staring you right in the back of the head. And if you ever find yourself in those situations, the only advice that I can offer is...

Do not look behind you.

Ragged Doll P

Step. Step. Step went my feet as I walked down Camino Ruiz, a route I was more than familiar with. I had taken this same route so often that I could navigate it with my eyes closed if I really wanted to. Things never ended well in the times that I did try to walk the road blind though. At best, I would stumble on a protruding block of concrete beneath my feet that I had forgotten about. At worst, I would cause a 42 car pileup requiring 15 medical vehicles and presidential attention.

Regardless, I probably knew this route better than I know most of my family members. The pale white trees to the right of the sidewalk with pale bark that flaked and peeled like old paint, the woofs and ruffs from an unseen dog greeting me from behind a fence bordering the street, the severed leg stupidly hidden behind a bush near the intersection of Camino Ruiz and Westmore Road. I knew every secret and every story that this road had to offer simply because I walked the same path every day to and from school. No detours. No shortcuts. Just Camino Ruiz.

I lived my life the same way that I chose my paths. I would find the safest, most comfortable approach, and repeat it endlessly, never daring to change even a single step. Of course, that meant that my life was often boring and cyclic. At times, I didn’t mind the monotony, but sometimes, the faintest desire for a thrilling, fast-paced adventure would spark deep within my pinkish-red internal organs, a spark that never completely engulfed me because of my reluctance to change. But thankfully, one day, change took control. And slapped me right in the face.

The First Day of the Rest of Ivan's Life

Click. Click click went the old computer mouse under Ivan's skinny, pale fingers. A thick layer of oil and grease formed a shell around the mouse, a testament to the endless hours that Ivan had spent snacking on chips and pizza while in front of the blue glow of his old Macintosh computer, the only source of light in the dark, damp basement of his mother's house that Ivan called home.

He was 29. His birthday was in a week. You know the old saying, where if you turn 30 without having a single girlfriend, you become a wizard? If that were true, then Ivan was well on his way to becoming the wizard king. Apart from his mother, he hadn't seen another girl since he dropped out of high school when he was 16. Hell, he hadn't even seen his own mother in awhile, now that he only left the house between midnight and sunrise, when the sun wouldn't burn his deathly pale skin or hurt his weak, beady eyes. He had become a vampire. A pathetic one. Which no person would ever write a book about, or at least a book that would make millions of girls fall in love with him. If he were in some sort of writing material, it'd probably be in a blog post, or a National Geographic article about fake vampire sightings that nobody ever reads.

Ivan had spent the vast majority of his unproductive, meaningless youth in front of his computer screen, eating a diet made entirely of of pizza, chips, and the occasional stray rat that happened to pass between him and the monitor. It was a miracle that after 13 years of this, he hadn't turned into an amorphous blob of lard and grease. Maybe it was because of his ridiculous metabolism (haha). Or maybe it was because he starved himself, completely ignoring his hunger to maximize computer time, until he's just at the brink of death by starvation, where he gorges himself on snacks and pizza and repeats the cycle again. Yeah. That was probably it.

He didn't sleep. He didn't even blink anymore. Every second of every day, his eyes were open, and glued to the monitor, reading 4chan threads or playing games or watching things. On this particular day, Ivan had been doing the former. Little did he know, this particular 4chan thread would change his life. Forever.