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Everyday Drabbles #914: Speak With Dead

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Yara lit the intense and began chanting, feeling foolish. She was sure the spell wouldn’t work, but she had to try.
When she opened her eyes, a translucent figure as insubstantial as the smoke stood before her.
“Mother,” she began, unsure of what to say.
“Yara?” The shade asked, taking in the grown woman before her.
“It’s me. I wanted you to know that I made it. I wanted you to know that I’m alright.”
The ghost started to become fuzzy, the spell already dissipating.
“I wanted you to know that I’m sorry,” the warrior said to the empty shrine.

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Everyday Drabbles #913: The River Crew

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The river was widely considered to be completely unnavigable this time of year. The brutal temperatures and floating icebergs would be the doom of any normal river raft.
But when you absolutely needed to get something upriver, you called his team.
They were a crew of three. The pilot steered, and his dog pointed out the ice floes as they drifted into their path. The dragon sat on the roof and melted the icebergs with her fire breath before they got close.
He poled out onto the river, determined to deliver the little girl’s medicine before it was too late.

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Everyday Drabbles #912: Haunted Mansion

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The ghost hunter looked up at the property and then back down at the pictures on her phone, taken only a few days before.
“Yeah, dispatch. This place is definitely haunted.”
“Which site are you looking at? There are over dozen potential targets in the neighborhood.”
She looked up at the towering structure. It was a chaotic amalgamation of porches, windows, and pointed roofs. The rotting boards and sagging foundation of the house on the bottom shouldn’t have supported them all. She looked at the translucent glowing figures that surrounded the building. They hadn’t noticed her yet.
“Not anymore, dispatch.”

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Everyday Drabbles #911: Candyfloss Pink

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The detective poured two shots and pounded one of them. The glass of honey mead seemed like a mug in her tiny fist. Her wings twitched as it went down.
“Listen up, Sweetheart,” she said to the girl sitting across from her. “Around here, there are just three rules: Never eat or drink anything. Never tell anyone your real name, and never make a promise you can’t keep.”
Candyfloss Pink, Faerie’s greatest private detective, looked the human girl up and down. Tonight she was going to break all the rules.
She reached across the table and drained the second glass.

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Everyday Drabbles #910: An Unexpected Tea Party

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As the heroes pushed their way through the Fiend’s Fortress, they stumbled across a secret door and found themselves in a dinning room laid out for afternoon tea. A fresh pot steamed on the table, and a cart piled high with pastries waited nearby.
“This must be the break room,” the thief said and poured himself a cup.
“Let’s just make sure it isn’t poisoned,” the alchemist said, and sprinkled one of her powders onto the surface.
The cup rattled, then exploded in a geyser of purple smoke.
“Well?” The Warrior asked, his arms full of sandwiches. “Is it safe?”

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Everyday Drabbles #909: Canyon Fortress

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The warriors carved their base out of the side of the canyon, making a fortress impossible to breach.
They lived clinging to the cliff walls. They pulled fish from the swift waters and grew what crops they could in thin gardens that hugged the cliffside. They bided their time, safe from the reach of their enemies.
But just as the rocks below were worn away by water and shaped into graceful arches by the wind, they couldn’t help but be changed by their time in the canyon.
They had set their swords aside and picked up hammers and chisel instead.

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Hugh Likes Comics: Sins of Sinister #1

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Sins of Sinister #1
Written by Kieron Gillen
Drawn by Various Artists
Colored by Bryan Valenza
Lettered by VC’s Clayton Cowles
Published by Marvel Comics

The Skinny: Speed-running into a dark timeline
Ever since the X-Men’s soft reboot into the current era with 2019’s House of X/Powers of X, the heroes have had a problem. It was never a question of if evil eugenicist Mister Sinister was going to betray them, but how. While he’s been sitting on the ruling council and biding his time, his plans have accelerated since the start of Gillen’s Imortal X-Men.
Sins of Sinister #1 is the wig reveal for the diabolical mastermind’s ten-year plan, serving as a sort of a speed-run start to the event. Sinister isn’t one person, more of a system of clones, and he’s secretly corrupted the Quiet Council in order to bring about his larger goal of turning the entire Earth into a Mister Sinister hive-mind. The result is that this is less of a kick-off and more of a guided tour of ten years of a Marvel Comics history that is likely to be completely undone at the end of the event.
Gillen has put all his cards on the table for this event. By leaning into the fact that this won’t be the status quo going forward, he gets to take bigger swings with the story. The event is spaced out in powers of ten, with the first books set ten years after Sinister’s takeover, then one hundred, and finally a thousand years into the future. This unique structure is a lot of fun, and this volume gives us a whole lot of cool splash pages and hypothetical events as the corrupted X-Men help take over the world. Sometimes it’s fun to watch the bad guys win.
With a huge number of artists drawing the book, the art varies, but it’s all good, and Bryan Valenza’s colors tie the different sections together. The book has a dark palate, which fits the sci-fi dystopia that Sinister is trying to bring about.
Sins of Sinister #1 is less a puzzle box and more of a explainer video of a comic, a wig reveal of machinations that have been threaded through the last four years of comics. It’s a lot of fun, but I’m most looking forward to the individual books, and seeing how the unusual structure for the event plays out. You can pick up a copy for yourself at the usual digital retailers, and from your local Comics Shop.

Everyday Drabbles #908: The Great Spell

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The gods divided the world into Civilization and The Wild: Order and Chaos. Humanity lived in the light, while the shadows swarmed with monstrous creatures who hated and cursed them for it.
The wizard contemplated the problem for many years. Danger and death were built into the world, but there had to be a better way.
The spell was his life’s work, taking decades to cast. He changed the fundamental nature of the world and transformed the monsters’ hate into love.
Unfortunately, while the spell worked after a fashion, the attacks continued. Monsters loved humans. They were their favorite food.

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Everyday Drabbles #907: Crystal Guardian

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There was a rumbling and shaking, and a figure began to emerge from the Fire Crystal. The stone emitted a gout of scarlet flame, and then a girl of made red, glittering ruby stood staring before them, an intense expression on her face.
The adventurers raised their weapons.
Then the girl blinked, and the fires guttered. She stared at them, uncomprehending.
“Where am I?” she asked.
The white mage clicked his tongue, reached into his pack, and pulled out a spare robe. He placed it around the girl’s shoulders.
They had expected a fight, but rescue was more his style.

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Everyday Drabbles #906: The Hole

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The twins were digging in the yard again.
From her spot on the back deck, the babysitter listened to the sounds of plastic shovels hitting the dirt and giggling. They had found a distant, sandy corner of the garden and had made the hole their summer project.
She had been concerned, but their parents said it was fine so long as they stayed in the yard and out of their flower bed.
But after a while, she realized she could not see them. Instead of giggling, she heard the sound of the ocean. The twins had made an escape tunnel.

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