Evil OverlordsOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Marcus who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Evil Overlord. He trained every day for six hours in order to beat his rival, The Stinky Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Marcus came armed with a rabbit army and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Marcus emerged as the surprise victor! His achievement is celebrated every National Antagonist Day.
The Pursuit of Fiction"Where's Keahi?" Clayton paused in the middle of his cooking, spatula poised above the skillet as he watched her enter the kitchen. He looked rather odd in the flowery apron, but she chose not to comment as she set the groceries on the counter. "She's talking to Mattie out back," he answered. "One of them mentioned something about manga or anime, whatever it's called, and they've been ignoring me since." "Really?" As she responded, she turned to face him, eye brows furrowed in mild surprise. "Don't tell me you're into those backwards books too." "Not really," she responded. "I've never really had time to read much books, between school and work." He gaped at her. "Seriously? When was the last time you read a book?" He added, more to himself, "And to think I was bad." "I've read before," she responded, a little too defensively. "Outside of school?" &
Conversations"I told you you were going to fall." She smiled sheepishly as she caught her sister's sideways glance. Blowing some strands of her disheveled hair out of her face, she tilted her head to the side to get a better look at her sister, grinning. "Sorry, Keahi!" She chirped, kicking her feet energetically. Keahi stiffened, turning her head to shoot her hyperactive sister a glare. "Stop that!" The girl who was currently riding on her back grinned widely, but at least her demand had been met. "How's your ankle?" She asked after a moment, her tone a notch lower than before. Mana blinked, eying her ankle curiously. The purplish color it had possessed just moments before was beginning to fade, along with the ache that accompanied it. She experimentally flexed her left foot, wincing as it immediately throbbed in protest. "It'll be okay," she responded, taking a deep breath. "I can walk." Keahi shot her another glare. "