'No, no--- we're not saying Familyman is a bad idea. We like it. We think the character has a lot of potential. We're just saying that, for the time being, we're going to go with Superman. We just feel he has wider appeal--- I mean he can fly and stuff. As far as we can tell--- and correct me if I'm wrong--- the only power Familyman seems to possess is 'the supersonic guilt trip'. We're just thinking about what the kids'll want to read about...'
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Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Monday, 27 May 2013
Family Man by Solomon Blaze
The rain Poured.
Stormwind tears around the pair in a sadistically small cyclone, made up of searing hot atmosphere and acidy rain. The plains are expansive. The plains are dark, and cold, and lonely. He can’t see; the light’s left this place, to be with him.
She shivers and shakes in His arms,’ I knew you were trouble,’ she chokes out, thumping him on the chest in frustration.
He grits his teeth against the idea, ‘I would burn it all down; if you would be Queen of the Ashes...’
She looks up, startled.
He looks down into her StarStream eyes and kisses her; brilliantly uplifting light explodes out of the two, stopping the tornado dead and clearing the path ahead – if there had been one to begin with...
He scowls at the horizon, ‘get on my back,’ He says definitively.
‘What?’ she winces, turning frantically from side to side,’ why? What’s there??’
He looks back into her; ‘Do you trust me...?’
‘...what?!’
‘Do you trust me?
She thinks – really thinks...’Yes.’ she agrees after what seems like nevermore.
He turns and kneels down, holding his arms back, ‘hop on!’ He says, turning back with that Peter Pan smile.
The anxiety falls away with a look into those carelessly haunted eyes and she does as he asks
He turns on his axis 180 degrees; and their off.
Not 200 yards into motion and a small, hard object comes whizzing past His face, so fast that the air around it is enough to cut his cheek.
A bang is heard in the far off distance, followed by a noise not unlike a swarm of motivated Hornets.
‘Hold on!’ He shouts to the precious treasure on his back, who wraps Her arms around his neck like an Anaconda, burrowing her face into his red hair to hide.
A wall of the miniature objects come flying towards them; He takes a deep breath, let’s Himself enter the Flow State and moves through the pellets one after the other until they’ve completely cleared the barrage.
‘What happened?!’ She screams, lifting her head up against the g-force of the run.
‘Just close your eyes and count to sixty!’ He yells back.
A frown covers His features as the ground starts to quake...suddenly sending a gargantuan Barrier of earth to stop them. He runs faster and faster, until he’s sure that he can clear it. He comes to the face of the monolith, slamming a determined foot in the first of it, turning them both upwards and sent their joint momentum rocketing against the force of Gravity.
...
......
.........They make it.
The view is spectacular: golden ambiance floods the abyss beyond this threshold, with a skyline carrying the promise of everything and nothing; all the things that are beautiful...in this world, in the next world, in your heart and mine; all the things that are beautiful; all the things that are Fine.
- But the Wall is still dark, cold and windy;
...
......
.........so He jumps, with her held tight and plummets to a new tomorrow; out of the Endless Night and into the Windless Light.
Stormwind tears around the pair in a sadistically small cyclone, made up of searing hot atmosphere and acidy rain. The plains are expansive. The plains are dark, and cold, and lonely. He can’t see; the light’s left this place, to be with him.
She shivers and shakes in His arms,’ I knew you were trouble,’ she chokes out, thumping him on the chest in frustration.
He grits his teeth against the idea, ‘I would burn it all down; if you would be Queen of the Ashes...’
She looks up, startled.
He looks down into her StarStream eyes and kisses her; brilliantly uplifting light explodes out of the two, stopping the tornado dead and clearing the path ahead – if there had been one to begin with...
He scowls at the horizon, ‘get on my back,’ He says definitively.
‘What?’ she winces, turning frantically from side to side,’ why? What’s there??’
He looks back into her; ‘Do you trust me...?’
‘...what?!’
‘Do you trust me?
She thinks – really thinks...’Yes.’ she agrees after what seems like nevermore.
He turns and kneels down, holding his arms back, ‘hop on!’ He says, turning back with that Peter Pan smile.
The anxiety falls away with a look into those carelessly haunted eyes and she does as he asks
He turns on his axis 180 degrees; and their off.
Not 200 yards into motion and a small, hard object comes whizzing past His face, so fast that the air around it is enough to cut his cheek.
A bang is heard in the far off distance, followed by a noise not unlike a swarm of motivated Hornets.
‘Hold on!’ He shouts to the precious treasure on his back, who wraps Her arms around his neck like an Anaconda, burrowing her face into his red hair to hide.
A wall of the miniature objects come flying towards them; He takes a deep breath, let’s Himself enter the Flow State and moves through the pellets one after the other until they’ve completely cleared the barrage.
‘What happened?!’ She screams, lifting her head up against the g-force of the run.
‘Just close your eyes and count to sixty!’ He yells back.
A frown covers His features as the ground starts to quake...suddenly sending a gargantuan Barrier of earth to stop them. He runs faster and faster, until he’s sure that he can clear it. He comes to the face of the monolith, slamming a determined foot in the first of it, turning them both upwards and sent their joint momentum rocketing against the force of Gravity.
...
......
.........They make it.
The view is spectacular: golden ambiance floods the abyss beyond this threshold, with a skyline carrying the promise of everything and nothing; all the things that are beautiful...in this world, in the next world, in your heart and mine; all the things that are beautiful; all the things that are Fine.
- But the Wall is still dark, cold and windy;
...
......
.........so He jumps, with her held tight and plummets to a new tomorrow; out of the Endless Night and into the Windless Light.
Family Man by Sara Travis
I line their heads up on the table, one by one. Size order is important; the larger ones go on the left, the smaller ones on the right. I peel back the gloves to examine my work with my fingers, feel their dismembered limbs under my flesh. Hard. Cold.
Their empty eyes stare back into mine, and I feel a faint stirring in my chest. So beautiful. Such dainty faces, delicate, young. I sigh happily. My other family.
I think the kids will really love the new dolls for the playroom.
Their empty eyes stare back into mine, and I feel a faint stirring in my chest. So beautiful. Such dainty faces, delicate, young. I sigh happily. My other family.
I think the kids will really love the new dolls for the playroom.
Family Man by Lesley Whyte
You’ll need to know everyone's names and a little bit about
them, but you shouldn't mention any of what I’m about to tell you. You should
just know it.
Her oldest brother, who spent four years in prison for drug offences. The two middle brothers are still there. The youngest has never been, but it's expected he'll go. This family regard prison time the way most families view college, and they're a legacy family.
Her sister, who married someone who was not approved of - he will never be mentioned, but the children will be around from time to time - and works as a teacher on the South Side.
Her aunt who lives on the farm and raises goats. Never mention the goats.
Her other aunt, the one who likes to get drunk and spill family secrets. That aunt's husband, who has lung cancer but still smokes forty a day because, at this point, what harm can it do.
Her uncle, who is kept away from the children. There's a story there that she's not telling me, but she insists he's not a danger. He just doesn't like children. Apparently.
Her mother, who will be kind and welcoming and then criticise me behind my back. Once we're married, she'll do it to my face. If I can win her over, we'll have a long and happy marriage. If I can't, well...she didn't answer me after that.
And then her father. The one that really scares me. The kind of man who sits at the head of a family like this. I feel like I've stepped into a gangster movie, and not a particularly good one. He claps me on the shoulder and pumps my hand up and down. "Welcome to the family, son!"
Family Man by Nick Trussler
I’m a family man. Through and through I love my wife and kids. Sure sometimes my eyes may wander, my hands too, and my lips and tongue and other various body parts but apart from that I am a solid, 100% family man. And okay I may occasionally go to a certain seedy hotel on Friday nights to meet with girls and married women from online but I’m still a family man and I’ll be there for my kids and wife anytime and anyplace…except of course if there’s football on, I wouldn’t want to take them there, it cuts into my time with the boys. Oh and Sundays of course because that’s when I meet my mistress at her house but apart from those times I’m a dedicated family man. I’d never miss a holiday or a birthday unless it crosses with my evening classes and any dates I have and the aforementioned things of course but I’m still a family man. And okay I may not come home after work at all some night but when I am there I am a family man, everyone knows me as such I mean just because I like to eat my meals by myself in my own room doesn’t mean I am not a family man right? I’m still in the same house with the wife and kids and we’re still eating at the same time just not in the same room. And okay I may never have wanted a family, and just because my wife started as a one night stand that turned into a friend-with-benefits situation that turned into an accidental pregnancy, still I’ve always wanted to be a family man. From day one I was a family man, sure I went to the occasional party by myself, I still do of course but only on Tuesday and Thursday nights, and I may have missed all of the births of my children but I did give my wife flowers eventually. Just because they were picked from my mum’s garden doesn’t mean they mean any less. So yes, I would say I am a family man and that is what I shall say at the divorce hearing.
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