“So what happened?” Mr. Anderson arched his eyebrow so high I half expected it to hit the ceiling.

I felt like an office clerk sitting for my first interview. “Mr. Anderson, I can expl—“

“No it’s alright, Alex.” He held up his hand with divine patience. “I’m sure your friends could do some explanation.”

With that, all four of us sat in the hall with a smoking pan, burnt caramel aroma and milk s...

_Dedication: To Oddity, who’s inspired me to write fantasy genres. This one’s for you._

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The Silver Oaks stood tall even back then. Sunlight spilled through the shimmering blue leaves like **splatter** of gleaming paint.

Ameera, years younger, panted. She jammed the tip of her spear into the ground, marking the end of their sparring match.

“I won, _Agha_.” She breathed. She smiled despi...

The leaves trembled. The wind stopped.

Ameera clenched her fists into the dirt.

“Any last words, _General_?” Sylon said, the tip of his sword now grazing the back of her hijab.

Ameera glanced at her spear across her. Its shine receded. She watched as the life slowly drained out of it. Her control was gone.

“Every day.” She muttered. Her armor now weighed more than before “Every. _Single_. Da...

"General Xyzen was a _fool _to_ _choose you as his heir!" Lieutenant Sylon spat.

Ameera relaxed her jaw she hadn’t realized she’d been clenching. Her grip around her spear tightened. The old elf was one sentence away from the jab of her spear.

"I’m afraid you’re not **fit** to speak his name, Lieutenant." She replied, her voice even. _Controlled._

“The Council of Elven Elders may call you _Gene...

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**Take 7**

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**Setting:** **ICU Unit in a hospital**

**Frederick:(sitting over the bed)** Wakey wakey Alex…

**Alex: (sits upright with a start)** What are you—

The fake IV Canula falls off

**Alex**:** (breaks character) **Poor hospital service, man.

**Frederick: **Might as well make my job easy in killing you.

**Alex: ** I’m reconsidering whether or ...

Scene 1:

**Setting: The Vaughn’s dining room**

**Hunter: (In character with fork hovering over his plate)**

**Beth:** Pasta, Hunter?

**Hunter: (looks up)** ….

**Hunter:** I… **smiles breaking character** I’m sorry I forgot the line.

**Crew: (off screen) **CUT!

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**Scene 2: **

**Setting: Vaughn Family’s dining room**

**Liam:** Told you I wasn’t th...

“I need to confess something…” Natt’s Dad spoke, “I did it. Now, can you pass me the wine?”

“See, Natt? Told you I wasn’t the one who ate your cookies!” Liam cried.

A wave of laughter floated over the dinner table. Glasses clinked and the whiff of garlic bread wafted through the air.

Hunter hovered his fork over his plate, his thoughts lost in a different house, a different table where laughte...

“Uh huh.”

Hunter’s emerald eyes reflected the flickering bonfire in front of him.

Dark thicket closed in on them, hiding the night sky from view. The wind danced through the leaves, making them rustle over head.

"If we start at dawn, first thing tomorrow, we’ll make it in time." Natt swiped her tablet screen.

"Uh huh.”

Hunter was sat on a log, resting his chin over Natt’s head who had wedge...

Ft. Tim Drake and Chat Noir

Tim stared at the blinking red dots on his gauntlet projection.

"You were right, Oracle." He muttered into his comm link. "The Riddler is up to something.”

Chilling winds blew over the rooftop, smacking Tim in his face. The bitter cold bit him through his Robin suit. He rubbed his arms, huddling beside the ventilation shaft.

“Bet it couldn’t get any worse—"

**_BA...

“Gimme a sec…. **_Hngh!_**”

Will grunted as he pushed himself against the door. His palms pressed against the glass. His feet skid beneath him. A tragic sight, really.

"Almost there… I think I heard it slide!”

Another push. Another grunt.

Avery looked like she was trying her best not to twitch an eye.

"Will, it literally says _PULL_"

“_Hnggh— _Huh what?”

His eyes finally met those words....