Breaking Free
I lunged forward, gripping the bars with my fists. The metal buckled under the pressure of my surging power. When I pushed on them, they bent toward the guard like soft clay. His eyes widened with fear as he backed away.
guard
Eye On The Prize, Part II
But, before I can muster a reply, she tenses and looks back up the road behind my Range Rover. “Someone’s coming.” She gives me a sardonic smirk. “Friends of yours?”
I gather my wits, and in an effort made of pure will, I croak, “Run.”
Tipped Scales: Jiggity-Jig
My eyebrow arched as I took in her visage. Like most goddesses, she was stunningly beautiful. In fact, she was so beautiful it made most people underestimate her danger.
Eye On The Prize, Part I
I sense an opportunity too good to pass up. One guard has been playing footsie with the other guard’s wife… so, I give his mind a little push.
“I slept with your wife,” the adulterating security guard blurts to his co-worker.
“What?! You motherfu—”
Maelstrom, Part I: The Storm Takes Over
And that was when I realized I was angry. At myself, at Poseidon, at Atlantis…I was mad at everyone. At the mortals for destroying my seas and forgetting the gods had existed, that I had existed. They would rue the day. Rommel’s eyes grew wide with fear. “Everyone, get out of here. Tell the king his lady is in distress. I fear he may be the only one to bring her out of this.”