Poem: real

Once again, I’m dipping into the poems I wrote this past semester for my poetry class! This poem was really fun to write, and it’s a bit of a precursor to the post I plan to post next week about writing superheroes. Hope you enjoy!

real

c.b. cook

 

a small man

in a too-big suit

fights a man in an alley

who is too big

for him to beat

 

a broken woman

burdened by her past

mistakes tries

to erase them

by doing good

 

a sad man

with lots of money

drowns his sorrows

and PTSD

in alcohol

 

the small man

becomes a big man

who fights for good

even when he’s lost

all the things he loves

 

the broken woman

gives hope

saves a friend

and the world

by giving up her soul

 

the sad man

finds a new purpose

a true love

real friends

and gives them his life

 

 

not real

but real

and struggling

just like us

and maybe

that’s why

we like

superheroes

so much

 

What did you think of this poem? Do you know which superheroes these all are? Comment down below with your thoughts!

The Prisoner And His Mother – An Avengers AU Fanfic

Ha! You thought this would be Jen’s interview, didn’t you? Or an extra part? Unfortunately, no. But, fortunately, it’s an Avengers alternate universe fanfic! I don’t want to spoil it… so enjoy! 😀

Five people occupied the Quinjet, flying through the dark night. Natasha Romanoff sat in the front, piloting them to the Helicarrier, her nameless copilot at her side. Tony Stark, in his Iron Man suit, and Steve Rogers, brandishing his shield, monitored the prisoner in the back.

And then there was the prisoner himself. Bound and captured, he looked uncomfortable, but there was still a spark of humor that gave off the impression that he was inwardly laughing at their stupidity. He may have been beaten and caught, but he was still Loki. Nothing would really change that.

Then Loki got an odd look on his face and looked around in surprise. Steve Rogers looked at him as lightning blasted overhead. “What’s wrong? Scared of a little lightning?”

It didn’t happen suddenly, but it happened in a matter of seconds. One moment, the space in between the front of the Quinjet and the back was empty, and, in the next moment, she occupied the space. She faded in gently, silently, bringing the soft breeze of her aura with her.

Avengers’ Isle

I finally finished this Gilligan’s Island theme song re-mix. It was so. Much. Fun. I hope you enjoy it! I may try to create a video for it, but for now, the Gilligan’s Island theme song must suffice. I may create a story or two based off of this as well. Mwa ha ha! Stay tuned for the Avenger’s Bunch – Brady Bunch remix. 😉

Avengers’ Isle

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,

A tale of a fateful trip,

That started from this tropic port,

Aboard this giant ship.

 

The director was a mighty sailing man,

The Captain brave and sure,

Five passengers set sail that day,

For a three hour tour,

A three hour tour.

 

The firing started getting rough,

The giant ship was tossed.

If not for the courage of the fearless crew,

The helicarrier would be lost,

The helicarrier would be lost.

 

The ship set ground on the shore of this

Uncharted desert isle.

With Iron Man,

The Captain too,

With Tho-or,

And the Hulk,

The Black Widow,

Hawkeye and Nick Fury,

Here on Avengers’ Isle!

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part One

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fanfiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy. 😉

“You guys worked together very well,” Nick Fury stated. “I know some of your fellow Avengers are hard to get along with—” A snort came from Steve Roger’s direction, and Fury glared at him. “—but overall you worked great as a team.” A knock sounded at the door and Fury took his gaze off of the three people in his office. “Yes?” he asked, irritated.

A SHIELD agent poked his head into the room. “Director Fury, we’ve had some reports from some citizens—”

“Is the world about to be attacked?” Fury interrupted. A muffled laugh was heard, most likely from Natasha Romanoff. Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye, elbowed her.

“No, sir,” the agent replied. “Unless you count a loose tiger an attack on the world.”

Fury gave a half-grin. “SHIELD doesn’t do animals. Just psychopath people who want to rule the world.”

“We know someone like that,” the Black Widow muttered.

“Who, Stark?” Captain America asked, smirking.

“Very odd animal, though, sir,” the agent said. “It apparently ran through a butcher shop and didn’t give a second thought to the meat. It was too busy terrorizing the people. And the zoo says it’s not one of their tigers.”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “Really? That sounds… interesting.”

“Do you want us to check it out?” Hawkeye asked.

Fury shook his head and turned to the agent. “Have some agents do some checking around. Figure out what’s going on.” The agent nodded and left.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to investigate?” Steve asked.

“I don’t think it’s that important. You know how some people keep wild animals for pets and then release them when they become too much to handle. I’m sure it’s nothing,” Fury told him.

Natasha nodded. “Right.”

“Why didn’t the rest come to this meeting?” Steve asked Fury.

“It wasn’t mandatory. In fact, I didn’t even bother to talk to them. Dr. Banner decided to ‘remove himself from this environment’ again, back to India, I believe. Tony went back to his tower, and you know that Thor went back to Asgard.”

“So it’s just the three of us left,” Steve said.

“For now,” Fury replied. Another knock sounded on the door. “What is it this time?” he snapped.

A female SHIELD agent entered, her face red from running. “We tracked down that tiger, chased it down an alley, and then it just… disappeared.”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “Well. Have some agents looking out for it. For now, if it’s gone, I don’t think we need to worry.”

“We do need to worry,” a familiar voice said as the door opened.

“Thor?” Clint asked, surprised. “I thought you went back to Asgard.”

“As I did,” Thor replied, stepping into the room, his hammer in hand. “I bring unfortunate news. Loki has escaped from prison.”

Silence filled the room. Four pairs of eyes were fixed on Thor.

“Please tell me you just picked up some of Stark’s humor,” Steve said.

“I am afraid not,” Thor replied. He turned to Fury. “I believe we should gather the others.”

Fury nodded. “Right.” He pressed his finger to his earpiece. “Agent Hill, please contact Stark and Banner and have them come here immediately. No excuses.” He paused, listening. “If they protest, tell them Loki has gotten loose. That may get their attention.”