Contact Us      
         Join today or login
You are using an outdated version. Writing will not be shown properly in many cases. Click here to use the current version.


New Here?
Sign Up
Fast! Three Questions.

Already a member?


5-7-5 Poetry Contest
Deadline: In 2 Days

Free Verse Poetry Contest
Deadline: In 3 Days

Horror Writing Contest
Deadline: In 5 Days

Four Line Poem
Deadline: Jan 25th

20 Line Poem
Deadline: Jan 27th


Poet: None
Author: None
Novel: None
Votes: None

 Category:  Supernatural Fan Fiction
  Posted: October 11, 2017      Views: 574
1 2 3 4 5 6 7... 

Print It
Print It
Save to Bookcase
View Reviews
Rate This
Make Reader Pick
Promote This


I write for the believers, the non-believers, and the true believers.

Portfolio | Become A Fan
Not yet exceptional. When the exceptional rating is reached this is highlighted

Chapter 3 of the book Demons, Heroes and Fortune Cookies
Some voices carry beyond our own understanding
"Voices Pt.1" by Cybertron1986

His gift maturing, Eu El is now faced with his first challenge that would decide more than his own fate.

Eu El waits cautiously behind the door, unsure of how to separate the perception of realism between the deception of what he feels is a dream.

The moment confronts him like the illusion of a convincing Freddy Krueger movie.

What feels less and less the house he grew up in, deepens like another complicated equation he cannot solve.

He presses his back against the wall and wishes the shadow, its cold and crooked hand caressing his baby sister's forehead, would vanish as all nightmares should when it becomes unbearably frightening. Yet, for some reason, even with much effort, he cannot wake from this nightmare.

The dark shadow's piercing cackle acknowledges the chilling reality for the boy, who chooses to bury its deep, chilling laughter in the hum of a Belinda Carlisle song, "Heaven is a Place on Earth," unaware of how the mysterious shadow's potential for destruction is equally as fatal as Eu El's denial of her existence.

"Your heartbeat, boy. It teases me," the shadow hisses.

El muffles his hum with shaking palms, unwilling to gasp for the air that could disclose his location.

"This isn't...real," he tells himself, afraid to inhale.

"Your fear has been worth the wait, boy."

The shadow's voice, more frightful than the wheezing of a rabid animal, extinguishes any light of hope El needs to find his way home.

He expects a miracle.

Instead, he sees the sun retreating behind the wake of an inevitable storm fast approaching from across the horizon.

He continues humming the song, but this time in his mind. The lyrics rekindles a pleasant memory of the time he first heard the song from his father's broken portable radio cassette player that he fixed.

("In this world we're just beginning...

To understand the miracle of living.")

Along with the words are the emotions that remind him of what he aspires to be: Clark Kent.

Fatherhood weighed heavily on Eu El's boyish, skinny shoulders. At the same time he struggled to complete a single pull-up in his middle school gym class, he was already carrying the weight of soiled diapers, long grocery lists, and a narcissistic brother.

Yet, he accepted the responsibility with the equal grace of his childhood superheroes would in the name of justice, love, and honor.

Whether this boy, who was no stranger to the uncertainty inside him, was prepared or not he would make the choice that would decide the fate of both his future, and the future of the world armed with only the lessons learned from his collection of Spider-Man, and Transformers comic books.

"Are you scared...boy?" The shadow continues hissing.

Its voice changes to the familiar sound of his angry brother. "You are NOTHING, loser! You can't save her! You fail at EVERYTHING!"

The echo alters into the other familiar, narcissistic voice in his life. "Give up, son. Listen to your older brother. You're just going to embarrass me. Shame on you for trying!"

Trembling, Eu El continues humming the song.

("Maybe I was afraid before...

I'm not afraid anymore!")

Another voice, recognizable only from the boy's mental library of after school cartoons, interrupts the shiver of his humming with a question.

It is the kind of question which challenges all character:

"What would Superman do?"

It is the question he has been waiting for all his life.


The book continues with Voices Pt.2. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

Author Notes
Enjoyed this chapter? You'll love the additional chapters already posted. Feel free to follow on Facebook: Fortune Cookies (EL)
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

Share or Bookmark
Print It Print It Save to Bookcase View Reviews Make Reader Pick Promote This
© Copyright 2016. Cybertron1986 All rights reserved. Registered copyright with FanStory.
Cybertron1986 has granted, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

You need to login or register to write reviews.

It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.

Interested in posting your own writing online? Click here to find out more.

Write a story or poem and submit your work to receive reviews on your writing. Publish short stories on our book writing site and enter the monthly contests. Guaranteed reviews for everything you write and you will be ranked. Information.

  Contact Us

© 2016, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Statement