Superheroes in Prose Volume Six: I, Pink

Best. Day. Ever.And I deserve it too. More often than not, being a Superhero makes me feel like I’m stuck inside a hate-filled Alanis Morrissette song. But there are moments—not many, but a few—when the lifestyle exposes me to things so awesome, so fantastic, so … Magickal, that no matter how much the rest of my life may be circling a drain of doom, I just can’t help but grin like a kid who’s just seen Star Wars for the first time.Yesterday, I helped a Magickal Ward named Ember stand up for what was right. And we slew a dragon (that’s right, a freaking dragon). We forced one of the most powerful Magickal Sayers in the world to get compromise-yAnd then Ember and I totally had sex.And it was awesome.Even with all of the other stuff going on—with this intergalactic Maul person putting a bounty on my head so large that it draws the attention of Deathbot, with HEROES trying to turn the entire city of Prose against me, with Pink hating me because I unintentionally took her powers away (which is something that isn’t necessarily for the worst)—I just can’t help but let nothing worry me as I trudge through the fluffy, snow covered campus of the University of Prose, on my way to class."Gabe, we need to talk," says M, the alien that I'm irreversibly bonded to.Oh well, so much for that.My name is Gabe Garrison and this is the next volume of my story ...
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Superheroes in Prose Volume Eight: Magic With a C

"Gabe!" The alien inside my head says. “Bwa!” I jerk awake on Casa’s couch, foot knocking over a stack of books to my right. “And I just re-stacked those,” Casa says. He slowly turns the yellowed pages of a large book. The fireplace’s crackling logs cast twitching shadows across his ruffled salt and pepper hair. "I advise moving as little as possible." M says. "We’re still suffering from the effects of the jewel that treacherous female had affixed to her belt buckle." The world slowly swirls back in, carrying with it all kinds of recollective suck: Ember’s phone call asking for my help. Her coming over. Her zapping my powers away with some sort of Magickal thingy. And then her taking … I stand. “Pink!” My name is Gabe Garrison, and this is the next volume of my story ...
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Superheroes in Prose Volume Seven: I, Galaxy

In my first week as a Superhero, I’d fought and beaten Dr. Villainous, stopped six muggings, and rescued four people from a burning building. (But, admittedly, I was the one that set the building on fire, so … that happened.) But other than the sending the cat into space thing (and the setting the building on fire thing), life was going pretty well, and I thought it could only get better. I was at the University of Prose, ready to attend orientation. Ready to find out what the possibilities were going to be for the other part of my life. Would I be a doctor? A lawyer? A journalist? A photographer? An actor? The sky was the limit, and I had the awesome Superpower to fly even beyond that. I was stupid with empowerment, ridiculous with confidence, and crazy with superiority. I took one energetic step onto the lawn of the campus, smile spreading even wider across my face. "Gabe, this college nonsense is a terrible idea," said M, the alien that I'm bonded to. I took a few quick steps, barely avoiding a face plant right there on the lawn. Now—and especially then—M had the ability to deflate me so quickly, using so few words … the only way I know how to describe it is hilariously sad. My name is Gabe Garrison, and this is the first part of my Superhero story ...
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