Stories tagged “pity”
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Rising
“It’s done, Malik,” I murmured. “The cops will be here any minute.” He glowered at me— crying? Pissed. “What are you going to do?” He bellowed. “What the hell are you gonna do without me?” I l...
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puppy eyes
“Schnitzel!” Ben bellowed. A mildly overweight beagle soon appeared, wheezing from the strenuous walk from his dog bed to his master. A great distance of nearly two feet. The dog sat at Ben’s feet, looking up expectantly with big eyes for a treat...
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sudden realization
He looked back on this shining moment and realized his true calling. He was born to be…a hero. He pondered this delightful notion and quickly came to a final decision. Of course, when one finds themselves in moments of great realization, it’s quite...
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a hero in the making
Ben glanced at the devilish look that gleamed ferociously in his eye through his reflection in the mirror. His newly self-confidence burst forth like a stripper surfacing with forced exuberance through a giant cake at a bachelor party. He was never lik...
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you can't do the job without a cape
“Don’t be afraid, Schnitzel. Just because I’m going to be a hero doesn’t mean I won’t have time for you. Besides, you’re getting lazy and you don’t even like going to the park as much as you used to. Maybe I should put you back on that di...
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a superhero shopping list
“Fine, be like that, stupid dog,” Ben said, sulking towards the couch. He grabbed a pen and a scrap of paper from the coffee table and began to make a list. “I need a mask; nun-chucks; rubber suit; shitloads of talc. Got list, will shop.” A...
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Progress
Her muscles were tense, expression blank. She didn’t want to be there. “C’mon, Pam. You have to be able to do this.” Her movements were slow and reluctant, but she widened her stance. Nick ran at her, telegraphing his intent so she would ge...
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The Generous Hell
When I arrived in Hell I expected brimstone, fire and anguish. Well, that was all there in ready supply, but no one really ever bothered with it. Instead we all sit around waiting for the next delivery of half-used hand-me-downs from the Saints for Sin...
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Self Loathing Hate, distaste and distrust
(Trusting friend) They stand there in the shadows day in and day out mocking you behind your back unknowing you love them so These people you call your friends I don’t see how you can They mock you in these shadows I want to slap them down (inse...