The two cannot compare ( Read more... )

The city crackled, thick black smoke hanging heavier than the cloud, choking the streets and buildings ( Read more... )

5. Ficlet: In honour of Father's Day, have your muse write a fic about fathers or fatherhood. Who is a father figure for them or who in their lives might they play the father to? Or, talk about the relationship of your muse to their father in detail.

( Father's Day is quite possibly my least favourite holiday. )

( Mohinder sat in the kitchen, listening to the silence of the house. )

Mohinder stood in the foyer, looking out through the doors to the sunlit world that lay beyond ( Read more... )

The walks were a small piece of sanity in Mohinder's life ( Read more... )

“I thought I told you that I didn’t want you darkening my doorstep."

Smiling his wolfish grin, one long fingered hand raised and started to glow, brighting the doorway with what Mohinder knew to be radioactive light.

"Stop that!"

"Invite me in," Sylar challenged. "And I will."

( Mild violence ahead. )

The Company worked because every person there had a job to do, a job they excelled in ( Read more... )

Mushrooms

Mohinder woke up to the smell of antiseptic and the sting of a needle in his arm.

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"Parkman ( Read more... )