I Am Molten

I am molten, molten, bubbling, searing. I am fire and I am brimstone, I am collisions, I am the beginning.

Cooling, hardening, I break off from the rest of me, wet, rain, the first rain, and it stings, rainwater boils on my skin.

I am mountain, I am growing, rising out of the earth, flying upwards, two great continents collide and I become the seam.

The air is thin, the wind is bitter, but no wind could blow me down, a million years passed to form me, and now, scuttling around me, lizards. The lizards grow and roar, the do not come up here often, but below, far below, they fight and roar and destroy.

I am falling. The world is splitting open and dragging me down with it, a million years pass when I hit the ground and the world splits more. The lizards are not just lizards any more, becoming others, birthing and dying. They are all alive and all dead.

Wetness, water lapping at me, skirting around me in the area where the mountain I was once stood. The water is deeper than before and it moves now, things live in it, more and more the deeper it gets. Crashing against me, the water is so deep now, and it crashes across my hard skin, one hundred million times it breaks off of me, the water is nothing, but it breaks me. Now I lie on myself, specs of me, broken from my dissolving body. The water carries them away and throws them back to me.

The lizards now stand higher, so far above me, walking across the beach on which I lie, kicking up the remnants of what I was. They are so many.

They are gone, the world shakes and blackness blots out the sun. The lizards all die, so quickly, once here, now gone.

It is cold, the water draws back and leaves me, the wind carries my sand away and leaves me too. The blackness of the sky blots out life, cold, the world is frozen. Frozen, for days in even my life the world remains quiet, until it begins all again.

Not lizards this time, but furry critters, falling from tree’s or crawling in water. They live so little, so short. Taller now they grow, wider, stronger, there are more of them, more numbers than the lizards had ever been. One critter loses it’s fur, it grows taller and makes more noise, but it’s no different, ten million die before a day passes.

Lifted, carried, moved, shifted, I am ground down, by the hands of one critter, it happens so much faster than mountain, boulder or water did carve me.

I burn again, melting down, I am molten, molten, bubbling, searing, but I am not fire or brimstone, I am poured, and cooled. No rain boils on my skin. No days pass before I am dropped down, and feet cross over me, a hundred thousand footsteps of critters, reverberate through me.

I am broken, I have died.

Captain Justice, Short Story

I was bored, so this short diddy happened

“Fear no more citizens, Justice is here, and his name is Captain Justice!” Captain Justice stood atop a dumpster by the side of the cities main road, his cape flowing clumsily in the wind, often blocking his face and making him struggle to keep it out of his face.

The city of Horrible was taken over by Doctor Sinister, the arch-nemesis of the once super-hero Captain Honor. It had taken three years for the Ministry Of Super to respond to Captain Honors cry for aid, and so, Captain Justice had arrived in the ruined city of Horrible. Although, it wasn’t quite as ruined as he’d pictured. The streets were clean, litter and graffiti free, people were smiling pleasantly to one another as they walked courteously along the well up kept side walk.

“Rejoice citizens, no longer will you have to live in this condition, I have arrived to banish the fowl Doctor Sinister from your land.” Never having had been one to be swayed by overwhelming visual evidence Captain Justice let his boisterous voice boom throughout the pleasant and quiet city.

“That’s very good,” one passer by stopped to interact with Captain Justice, “Doctor Sinister always welcomes new faces to our lovely city. But if you want an audience with him you’ll have to apply with his secretary, his malevolent headquarters are just down the road there, have a nice day.” The rather nice teenage boy who had stopped to speak to Captain Justice smiled, bowed his head and walked down the street with a skip in his step.

Bounding from his dumpster Captain Justice looked down the road to which the teenager had pointed. “Aha, I should have known my enemy would hide in plain sight.” Doctor Sinister’s malevolent headquarters of extreme malevolence sat near the center of the city, rising as a well ornamented and tastefully decorated glass structure. Above the grand entry-way to the building was a sign which in tasteful letting read: The evil lair of Doctor Sinister, all are welcome.

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“I demand a meeting with your foul overlord!” Captain Justice stood atop the desk of Doctor Sinister’s secretary on the ground floor, the short, plump, middle-aged woman looked up at Captain Justice with a warming smile.

“Very well Mister Um…?” The secretary opened a window on her computer and began to type in a request for meeting form.

“I am Captain Justice! Savior of the free world, and bringer, of justice!” Striking a heroic pose Captain Justice found himself a little disappointed when the secretary didn’t gasp in awe.

“Very well Mister Justice, now, does this have something to do with the children’s play park Doctor Sinister will be opening this afternoon, or is this in reference to another project?”

“I am to smite this Doctor Sinister, and set the world back to order. With justice!”

“Okay Mister Justice, just a second now.” Doctor Sinister’s Secretary punched a few more letters with her stubby fingers before printing off a form, signing it and handing it to Captain Justice. “Now this is a request for deathly challenge, I figured that was the closest I could find, you just need to sign your name there, and show it to security on your way up, have a nice day.”

Captain Justice snatched the form from the secretaries hands before leaping off of her desk and pointing towards the elevator. “Justice comes for you Doctor Sinister, prepare yourself!”

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After a short lived drama while trying to get passed security without taking off his garishly colored tool belt Captain Justice made it to Doctor Sinister’s office. “At last, we meet Doctor Sinister.” Captain Justice stood inside Doctor Sinister’s doorway, chest puffed out and hands on hips.

Doctor Sinister stood up, his blood red lab coat flowing around him as he ushered Captain Justice in. “Yes, yes, Dorothy told me to expect you, come in please, would you like a cup of tea?”

“Justice does not drink tea before smiting evil!” Captain Justice took three bounding steps into Doctor Sinister’s modern, sleek office before hopping up onto the coffee table.

“Does justice want coffee instead then?” Doctor Sinister looked up at Captain Justice with a fairly confused expression has his new greatest enemy began to crack Doctor Sinister’s glass coffee table.

“Enough of this heroic banter. I have come to defeat you, and to liberate this city once and for all!” Captain Justice leapt down to stand before Doctor Sinister. Captain Justice back-hand smacked Doctor Sinister across the face. “Prepare yourself!”

Doctor Sinister, now with a sore red bruise starting to form on his cheek looked at Captain Justice, pulling a taser from his lab coat and pressed it to Captain Justice’s neck.

Captain Justice, whose hands were poised on his hips at the time, thus rendering him unable to block, collapsed to the ground and began to convulse as a dark patch began to radiate from his nylon, skin tight pants.

“Dorothy,” Doctor Sinister said as he pressed the button on his phone to contact the front desk, “can you send up security to deal with this hero, and a mop, and contact the Ministry of Super, tell them they can collect Captain Justice when they finally come to pick up Captain Honor, oh, and tell the soup kitchen I will be down in about half an hour to cut the ribbon.”

Doctor Sinister moved Captain Justice into the unconscious recovery position as he returned to his desk to continue looking over the schematics for the evil orphanage.