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Prompt: 001. “I did it! I did it! he kept saying”

1. “I did it! I did it! he kept saying” was how the newspaper quoted him, which other news outlets took to be a typo and corrected to ‘”I did it! I did it!” he kept saying‘. When people saw the headline in the news–his confession–they began turning on him.

A. His family was dead, and some editor somewhere had changed his words into a confession.

The horror of that day still lingered–dizzy from whatever the EMT had injected him with, he could only repeat what the man had said. “I did it! I did it!” And at their looks he’d explained: “‘I did it! I did it!’ he kept saying. Over and over again. It was all he would say as he killed them. That madman murdered my family. And I couldn’t do anything to stop him.”–as did the effects of his follow-up breakdown.

He hadn’t been able to work, and not just because people had ceased to hire him.

He got anxiety attacks. His heart would suddenly begin pounding and his head would get floaty and feel like it was too large.

He’d thrown up a few times just from thinking about people looking at him. Judging him.

He was a nervous wreck. And he blamed the media.

They’d turned his worst day into the worst ten years of his life.


2. It was an amazing Olympic win for their country, only a little spoiled by the man that kept yelling “I did it! I did it!” as he waved his medal over his head.

A.  It was an amazing Olympic win for their country, only a little spoiled by the man that kept yelling “I did it! I did it!” as he waved his medal over his head.

Being such a small country, the athletes were welcomed home with a parade and a national holiday. It only seemed fair considering the honor they had brought to their people.


3. “I did it! I did it!” he kept saying with a disturbingly wide grin.

A. “I did it! I did it!” he kept saying with a disturbingly wide grin. Blood was smeared down the side of his neck and stained the front of his shirt and pants. His bare feet had left footprints all through the house.

Even as he was slammed into the ground and handcuffed, the grin didn’t leave. And by the time he was closed into the backseat of the patrol car, the grin was joined by a rusty sounding chuckle.

It was clear to see that he was proud of what he’d done, the depravities he had committed.


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All Systems Red at Amazon

My birthday is in a couple of days, so I’m pre-scheduling a whole month of posts. I guess it’s kind of a “Hey, I’m alive!” type of deal. But whatever.

I’m pecking away at “All That Remains”, but I keep having to change stuff as I add details to “Tuesday Night”, “Blue Fairy”, and the Supergroup series. I did not realize how difficult it was to get so many groups of superheroes, supervillains, and normal people in one place at one time.

I would like to blame the difficulty on the fact that multiple characters are on different worlds from each other and the Heroes & Villains world, but geez. There’s groups of people on the same planet I’m having a hard time getting to the story meet-up climax.

Characters so far:
Vereint Georges//Darkstar
Warrick Tobias//Blue Ice
Caspian Dukes
Blue Star//Bluestar
Melissa Kim//Blue Devil//Blue Fairy
Sunfire
Teen Steel
Sonic Pulse
Jackblade
Saint Kloude

I want everything to be tightly wound together plot-wise. I don’t want anyone to be left scratching their head wondering where the deus ex machina came from.

I’m trying to match up my various story outlines so once I push “All That Remains” through, I should be able to bring the other people into the plot riding in on their own stories.

Sunfire/Teen Steel slash is what’s currently happening in “Tuesday Night”, along with foiling a Zarplaxian invasion and mass murder. I kind of see Seth as a parallel to Vereint, though with a bit less power and a lot less crazy; though the less crazy thing probably has to do with the disparity in their power levels. (Those with Charm metabilities are being classified as highly susceptible to psychotic behavior when using those abilities. Kanon-Darkstar is his Earth’s poster child for Charm-abuse.)

In the Supergroup universe, Ashley discovers she’s got a weird sister, kills a bunch of supposedly dead people, averts an apocalypse, and marries her superhero boyfriend. She’s still very me-me-me and maybe a bit unlikable(?) but I’m hoping she becomes a better person. It’s not like I’ve never killed off a main character before.

Melissa Kim is traveling the multiverse, attempting to stop a madman from killing all of the alternate versions of Vereint Georges. She begins calling all those not-Vereint’s “variants” and keeps her attention focused on her task. She’s so focused she doesn’t notice the ripples she’s leaving in the various timelines; the changes she’s making.

Identified Variants:
Simon Peters
William Neely
Charlemagne
Faizel
Lovely Splendour
Ashley Valentine
Ares, God of War (Universe A)
Gregor Tierney

Anyways, expect prompts, excerpts, and chapters all through January.

Until tomorrow, goodnight to you. Goodnight to me.

~Peace, love, joy

The Way of the Househusband 01 at Amazon

Got in a verbal spat over the word “gross”. I use it as “disgusting, vomit-inducing” while he kept insisting that it meant the same thing but differently.

I don’t know.

It was just a bit frustrating having to deal with his “Nuh uh!” attitude.

Its like our differing views on video games and the comment abuse system. He’s seeing it as his friends being persecuted by unfair people. I see it as “What were they saying that got them flagged?”

So I wanted to clarify that when I use the word “Gross” to describe something, I mean that it is not appealing to me and in point of fact actually makes me feel sick in my stomach.

“That’s gross” – Whatever action being committed is disgusting, reprehensible, and/or deplorable.

Faizel 02 at Amazon

I keep hearing Remy Zero’s “Save Me” running through my head. It’s like somebody’s put the song on repeat or I’ve been sucked into an episode of Smallville.

The whole thing with the electors has me on edge.

I keep hoping for a Hail Mary Pass.

I fear that I will be disappointed.

It makes me wish that I was like all the people that can shrug and say “It’s won and done. There’s nothing we can do. Give up all hope but don’t despair.” I mean, they’re not necessarily happier people than me, but without hope in their hearts they’re never disappointed.

Though they’re probably going to be just as miserable as the rest of us when laws start changing and the rights of American citizens are curtailed.

It’s not something I wish on anyone. I’m not vindictive, I’m sad. For the opportunities lost, the chances wasted, and the fact that my kid won’t get to go to college as easily as I would like. (Or at all, if some of the rumblings on the war front are right. I pray he doesn’t get drafted. I want him to receive an education.)