One moment he's walking the streets of New Jersey; not a care at the moment. Then the next he could swear that everythings turned upside, and he's falling through the sky; not unlike that of a fallen angel. Oh, sweet, cruel irony Flauros thinks to himself while plummeting through the air. Just when he's one-hundred feet away from the ground, the ( Read more... )

Lois Lane is desperately in need of a story. It's not that the personal profiles she got on the residents weren't interesting or helpful (or the hair-pulling sort of frustrating). It was just that she was too used to that. Profiles were easy, came secondhand to her like breathing now. It didn't help her get into the why or the what or the how, and ( Read more... )

Lois Lane has her eye on you ( Read more... )

Clark Kent straightens up from filling Shelby's food and water bowls in the Kent kitchen, blinks at the out-of-nowhere blinding light, and finds himself standing on a street corner, still holding the food scoop in one hand. He's still wearing the shield t-shirt underneath a blue plaid one, and his free hand automatically lifts to fiddle with a few ( Read more... )

Lois Lane falls down abruptly onto the hard cement in one part of the city, landing uncomfortably on her side. She lets out only a small yelp of pain: something, she's sure, that her father, the General, would be proud of if he was even here ( Read more... )