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Just another day

Just Another Day

With the recent stories of Nick the Superhero I realized the story that started them all doesn’t exist on Misadventures in its present form. To that end I now bring you the original Nick the Superhero story. You can find the other stories at these links: Blade of the Broken …

Cracked

Cracked

Sorry but this has been an odd week. Need a quick breather with a blast from the past (originally posted on October 6, 2014). Cracked “Step on a crack and break your moma’s back.” Little Jimmy sang the rhyme as he skipped across the sidewalk. The broken concrete spiderwebbed with …

A space to play

A Space to Play

A Space to Play I am not sure yet how much I will be talking through this one. Essentially, the more important thing is the number of pictures to peruse. But I want to give a bit of background and maybe point you in the direction of what it is …

The Masks We Wear

The Masks We Wear #horror

Still recovering from surgery yesterday. Doing a blast from the past because it’s what I have the energy for right now. The story was first published September 15, 2014. The Masks We Wear “We all wear masks,” Carl said. Dr. Carl Sanderson started the lecture the same way every semester. …

you are my meat

You are my Meat #horror

Flash from the past originally posted on October 11th, 2014. You are my Meat Thunk! The cleaver cracked through flesh, through bone, and smack into the cutting board. Thunk! A rhythmic pattern as she worked her way through the carcass. Shiela worked fast and clean. It never took her long …

Blood Runs Red

Blood Runs Red on the Freeway

Sorry about this Blast from the Past. Recovering from a root canal and the suffering torture of a massive head cold. I pretty much feel like this right now. This one was first published on October 4th, 2014. We’ve all wondered about things like this. Come on, am I the …

Kiss of the Emerald Blade

Kiss of the Emerald Blade

This blast from the past was originally published in August of 2014. Kiss of the Emerald Blade Steve stepped around the chalk outline, as his camera continued to flash. He stopped at the top of the head and snapped off three pictures of the blood splatter at different angles. “I’m …