The Guardian

I stand at the edge of the world -- my world. Waiting. For what? I don't know. I never know what may be coming. What darkness may be lurking in the shadows of the trees. What evil may be creeping toward my fortress as dusk approaches. There is no way to know what may happen. …

Diary of a Superhuman

They’re all afraid of me. I feel it. I see it in the way they stop talking when I walk through the door. The way they look at me out of the corners of their eyes the entire time. The audible sigh of relief when I leave the room. All of them are like me, …