Superhero Story

This is one of the stories that we put up who knows how long ago and we’re just updating it. Alisha and I are both going to be writing it. It’s a superhero story and in the process of being created in to a entertaining romance/action roller-coaster ride for our readers. Here’s a taste of what you’re looking in to:

Prologue

 

SETH!!!!”
The silence of the house replied to my un-ladylike shout.
“SETH! You f***ing MORON!”
No reply.
Cautiously I stepped in to Seth’s dark lounge. Everything was dark. When I got used to the dark, shadows of the scattered debris on the floor, along with the presence of the second hand sofa, made themselves slightly visible. Seth’s lounge was very tiny but as messy as a rubbish dump. There was only a long three seater couch, a small, broken television and a small ornament rack which had his keys, a photo of me and last night’s dinner on it. Seth was a slob.
I turned toward the door and searched for the light switch. I found it and switched it on but the light didn’t flicker on. Either bulb wasn’t working or he had forgotten to pay the bills. The latter seemed more possible. Sighing, I turned back to the lounge. Only then I noticed a bigger figure on the lounge. Anxiously, I crept closer. Yep, it was Seth, sleeping when he was supposed to pick me up for our date.
I found a candle and a matchbox on the table that held the keys and photos. In it’s light I saw Seth properly for the first time in the last two weeks.
Ohhh…he slept like a baby. Golden blonde hair tousled unkemptly under a handsome face that, even in sleep, showed his wild side. He was hugging the rugged cushion to himself and looked absolutely cute and at peace. The exact reason for my rage.
I put my hands on his shoulders and shook him as hard as I could.
“WAKE UP!” I shouted.
He jerked awake like someone had punched him on the face (something I barely restrained to do). Baby blue eyes widened as he saw me. For a second he looked confused. Then he sat up, grinning ear to ear.
“Hey, Portia!” he exclaimed, removing my hands from his shoulder and standing up as I straightened up. “Why are you dressed up? Headed to a party?”
I had to clench my fists to stop it flinging toward him to beat him up.
“No”, I said, through gritted teeth. “I’m waiting…”
He looked up from trying to straighten out his very messy hair. “Waiting for what?”
That did it.

If you like what you read up there, there’s more! Read the rest at the Superhero Story page under Stories and Beyond page or simply click this link to get there https://ebonyink.wordpress.com/short-stories/superhero-story/

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