The Genie Interview
She had a writer's block.
Looking at her computer screen, the star reporter of the Daily Planet could not figure out what to write about.
Sure, there were always many things that happened everywhere on this planet, even just in Metropolis. Superman saving someone, Lex Luthor being his usual self or sightings of anything strange. Whatever it was that happened, Perry White would make sure that Lois Lane would get the front page. She knew that she was that good and that many would buy the newspaper to get her spin and the result of her investigations on whatever was going on.
She still has a writer's block to contend with, however.
She needed something big, something that would rekindle the flame of passion she had for journalism. She needed something akin to the first time she interviewed Superman, a piece that gave her the biggest breakthrough in history. It needed to be something big, revelatory, that would make people wonder and talk about it to everyone they knew.
The Superman interv
A bad case of treasure trackingShe needed more.
Accompanying Captain Toad in his adventure, Toadette could only think this as the perilous journey with the friendly, yet mostly boring explorer had allowed her to tag along. Discovering ruins, seeing lush and exotic vegetation, admiring locales that were mysterious beyond the boring routine, those were the terms that the good captain had told her about, his words seeming sincere and passionate. She believed him too.
The thing, though, was that all those superb benefits went to a benign second place in importance when Toadette saw the other stuff that the adventurer usually saw: treasure. Golden mushrooms, coins galore, diamonds, stars, they were all there for the taking and none could really stop them from filling their pouches, sacks and chests to their heart content. While the captain seemed to still put discovery before riches in terms of importance, the tag-along saw it differently. Why not do both and, when they reach home, live comfortably for the rest of their
Woman Of The DayThere are times when you just need to pause to contemplate beauty.
Marie Claude Martinique is a model from the Martinique Island in the Caribbean.
Dat last name! Martinique. You get how that rolls off your tongue as your eyeballs rolls over her body?
There are many stunning women in the world, but some just fucking shine, and miss. Martinique certainly does.
Those curves can start wars. Just ask Helen of Troy
And apparently they view models differently down there.
They don't need to look like they are a footstep from terminal starvation.
Random Junk Store Chapter 5Jack struggled to open his eyes. He recognized he had transformed during the night, like he had every morning since he put on the ring, but he was too tired to get up. He groaned; he couldn’t help but think his voice sounded a bit sexy. Jack wondered if he was getting used to the transformation.
After laying there a few moments, he managed sit up and put his hands on his thighs. Surprisingly, he felt smooth silky skin. He looked down; he wasn’t wearing any pants. He usually wore gym shorts, or at least boxers. The only article of clothing he was wearing was a shirt. It felt quite large on his small frame.
Jack looked around to try to jog his memory; the previous night seemed a little hazy. He checked his bed to make sure nobody else was there. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flashing red light. The camera. He used it for the first time the previous night.
He felt a slight shiver that signified the return transformation. As he start
Bad Luck Spiderman
Bad Luck Spiderman
It was a dark night in New York City. Nothing happened, except for a few leaves blown through the air by the autumn wind.
Then the sirens started. Within a heartbeat the entire police was out on the streets.
The central bank had been robbed!
Peter was reading a book in his room, when a whole row of police cars passed by.
“Huh?” He ran to the window and saw the last car passing around the corner. “What on earth is going on?” He switched on the TV.
He searched for a speed news channel. When he found one, the reporter was just telling what had happened:
“The central bank has been robbed. Apparently Doc Oc is on the move again. We strongly recommend that everybody stays at home, until this is solved.
Live from the crime scene: Reporter Jenny, News around the clock”
Peter had seen enough and switched off the TV.
’Better stop that madman…’ he thought by himself.
Later, on top of a building near the central b
Heating Things Up... Literally
It was near the end of winter for Mark but he was unhappy. He lived in a nice little city that wasn't to big nor was it small. The city had plenty of shops and accommodations for him but the thing about it was... IT SNOWED ALOT! Nearly before winter even started! The beach would be always be closed due to random cold days and snow making him sick of it and sulked a lot. He never truly got to visit the beach as much as he'd like because of it.
"Tch. Winter's over but forecast says more snow man this city sucks. I expected this move to go good but so far I barely get a day at the beach. Not like they open it during the snow." Mark sulked in his room looking out the window at the inches of snow almost nearly melted but would be back in a day or so. "This sucks." He sighed.
Mark tried to be patient for spring time and summer a lot but it was in vain. In his city it could randomly or snow a lot during those times too. So it was a kind of lose, lose situation. For which he grew tired of.
Chris was invited to a party this evening. But not just any party, his brothers wife had died a few months ago and she had left him a big mansion. His brother, Steve, had moved there and tonight he wanted to celebrate the fact that he finally had gotten all his stuff into the mansion and was finished moving.
When Chris arrived at the mansion, the party had already started. He found his brother talking to some guests in the garden. It was a beautiful summer night and there were no clouds in the sky. Hey little bro. Steve greeted him. He excused himself from his guests and asked Chris to walk a little with him. So, nice house you have there. Chris tried to start a conversation. Yeah, isnt it? Sad that I only got it, because Melissa died. Chris stopped and looked at his brother. Man, she died only four months ago and you dont seem like you really care about it. Didnt you love her? Steve sighed. You know