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Picture It and Write: Shockwave

Here’s my bit for this week’s entry. It’s an Avengers fanfic 🙂 Here’s the thing, it turned out to be longer than I anticipated which is normal but I wanted to keep on point that it’s a prompt piece. I will definitely post the other part as sequel since I already finished writing it. Fact: this is my first writing of this sort for this fandom. I actually like it.

This week’s photo prompt, click here for the main post.

I couldn’t sleep, I finally decided as I fell on the floor face first after much tossing and turning. I’d come out of a panic attack only an hour ago (it’s one in the morning) after learning that my scrambled mother sent all of my freaking socks to GoodWill, except the pair that I have on. I just can’t even, anymore. I have yet to meet another soul who truly knows the importance of socks, the spiritual aspect of the things.


But something strange happened between that time and now.

Now, I was … I haven’t the foggiest idea where I am. It was by a dock, that much I could say. It was almost quiet, the ringing in my ears is almost audible.

Not far off I could see the city skylight taking definition in the horizon. It was one of those shipping yards where those hella huge container ships dock. I’m perched atop a stack of them, five stories tall. It was cold, environmentally sure, but the pealing metal was approximately 6°C, with no vibrations except from the tiny ones coming from the ground conducted by the four containers below. A night bird called, a nervous shiver raced through me like an internal minor earthquake.

I can’t explain it, but I just know this stuff. Live feed on the energy signatures around me and this is just the one dimensional stuff. I noticed it three years ago. I wish I could talk about it but it’s the kind of thing that gets you in a sealed room and on a dissection table courtesy of some vague and menacing government agency. No thanks, not that I have friends anyway.

There wasn’t much traffic here, however, I’m pretty sure I’m still in New York. That made me kinda edgy being here out late. Then again weird shit happens at any given time. Last year there was an alien invasion at high noon. Our saviours had disappeared as quickly as they had appeared but I do feel safer knowing that they exist at all. Ask any one. You can take a peek at my room. The faces of the Avengers dominated my walls. First class ass kickers, that bunch.

Back to the now. I don’t know how I got here. One moment I was about to nod off. The next I was standing in front of this normal sized corrugated metal box, a nondescript thing really. I shouldn’t have noticed its dull blue-grey paint, but I did. I knew it was trouble the five seconds after. Trouble had energy emissions too, not that the average human could discern.

Impulsively I’d reached out and touched it, fingers grazing the cold dead thing. With a strangled gasp I wrenched my hand away. It wasn’t dead like it should be. My hand been glowing teal and silver-white along the bones and nerve tissues, making it abundantly clear this was going to be one crazy night.

The beautiful lightening ran from that arm to the rest of me like … like fresh blood, I guess. Energized. Alive like I’d never been. The world was sharper, the scents were stronger and separate. Basically all of my senses leveled up by a lot than what I was used to. There had to be something alien about it. Hell, it practically was alien tech for all I knew.

Then I hear voices approaching, gravel crunching under brisk footsteps.

There wasn’t a lack of hiding spots and just for the heck of it, I tried a thing and tested these heightened abilities. I took a few steps back, bent my knees and sprang up with all the force I could muster. And dear Lord almighty, did I jump. I needed to work on the landing aspect.

Now (five minutes later)

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To Mothers

via Pinterest, click to see

Yesterday I was on a pin-athon and I made a board for the Avengers, because let’s face it people they are freaking awesome, but are they more so than moms? That might be a trick question but seeing that we all have met a real life mother than a real life super hero with mad ninja skills and wicked powers, yeah, I’d say moms are pretty fantastic. I can’t begin to imagine what it must be like to give birth to and help raise five children, and live through the grief of the death of a new born son as my mother had. Don’t you forget the house work, my mama doesn’t let me.

There were times when I swore she couldn’t understand me and never will, but I’ve grown up and saw that she knows a lot more than she lets on. She can be really silly and thoughtful, I could tell her almost about everything but I don’t sometimes because I don’t want to add more to her pressure. Over the years she’s given me advice here and there, preparing me for the time when I have to go out on my own (whenever the hell that is because over here kids live with parents for years).

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A little peek out of my cave

Source: paulting89.blogspot.com

Hi y’all! I am so sorry for posting so infrequently for the same reasons I’ve said in an earlier post somewhere, school and that pesky habit that time has: flying out the window faster before you can say Superman’s red underwear (I think it’s red … somebody please correct me if I’m wrong). I’m yet to learn how to go to bed early, I end up being amongst the walking dead the next day, thank heavens for caffeine.

I haven’t any time to post any day so I’ll be getting rid of my “Post a Day 2012” button and get me a “Post a Week 2012” one because that’s what I am aiming to do, at least once a week I will post some thing instead of the barge of re-blogs (which will continue, sorry, but there are some things that are meant to be shared and I can’t pass up a good post).

I’ve been expressing myself with the help of my Crayola Tower I invested on a month or two ago, but little brother and sisters got the best of me

The Pink Ballerina

The Pink Ballerina.

and I let them use it now so some of my precious crayons were rubbed mercilessly flat, if I post a picture of their present condition I think you might cry like I did. The point: I will also post my drawings for you guys to see. Here’s one now ->

I finally saw Thor and Captain America (I know, I know, where in the world was I? I don’t know) A few scenes in Captain America made me cry. Who in the world cries while watching a movie of a Marvel comic? Me. I’m weird that way, I don’t know if I’m the only one … The part I really cried for was when Tommy Lee Jones, who played Col. Chester Phillips, when he threw that inactive grenade at Steve Rogers (our hero, played by Chris Evans) who threw himself on top of it! How selfless was that? With no delay what so ever, tears sprung from my eyes and I had to actually pause the movie to have a good cry before resuming. That part and the almost ending when he was going to crash with the plane, pure heart ache.

What I loved about the Captain was that even after his transformation he stayed true to himself; humble, kind, brave and a patriot to the icy end. The scientist who made the formula had seen all of that in Steve, he wasn’t going into the fight for the glory but for his country and to stop the bullies from taking advantage of of the defenseless, he knew how it felt. Chris Evans portrayed Johnny Storm in The Fantastic Four, I re-watched Silver Surfer just to refresh my memory and I will tell you it was a total 18o degrees from Captain Steve Rogers!

I haven’t seen a Marvel Comic book in Guyana before but it would be cool if I got my hands on some Spiderman and Capt.America. Today CSEC (Caribbean Secondary Education Certificate) Maths was written and like last year it was raining cats and dogs (never found out why people say that but it sounds cool) and I can remember I could hardly hear myself think. These pics below are the cards I got my mom and Gran for Mother’s Day, what would we ever do without our mommies?

I’ll say sorry again for not posting as much we’d both like, to be honest I wonder why I even have any followers at all but you dudes and dudetts (I know that’s not really a word but I like it)  all rock! Thank you all for reading and commenting, I really feel so happy and satisfied that someone has found my ramblings worth reading and I really appreciate it 🙂

 In closing, here’s a couple of links to reviews of The Avengers and Captain America:

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