COMPLETE. I, as a philosophy major, hated superheroes. They were a philosophical farce, a tangle of fallacies. Who beats people up to show that violence is wrong? Who destroys a city again and again, on the pretext of protecting it? I REALLY disagree with... well, everything about them. But none of that stopped me from falling for one, though, did it? Just my luck. (slash)

COMPLETE. The only thing that set Morgan apart from her peers was the fact she had one month, sixteen days, fourteen hours, twenty-seven minutes and forty-five seconds left to live. All of her other traits-well, they could have belonged to anybody.

COMPLETE. Her lips and brain were numb, as if she had just been kissed senseless. Except the last time she had touched him was to hold his hand and sob at his feet, and all he was doing right now was looking at her. Beauty and the Beast rewrite.

For Heihdlyn the only constant in her life was the illegal fire pit in her backyard. Fire would always be fire; it didn't change the way people did. The way SHE did. Oneshot.

Kicking ass and taking names is easy, but Veronica--i.e.: superhero Ordinary Woman--has a weakness: Aubrey the poet. More specifically, his really pretty eyes. “Oh, get over yourself. You always look like you’re drunk when you recite poetry.” For SKoW

If he tilted his head she might not seem so abstract. If she shifted her stance she might just save him. This isn't a game; you can't leave yourself at the door. It's called falling in love, and they'll never, ever be the same again. NaNo '09 COMPLETE

oneshot. And he would eat the disgusting yellow skittles because he wouldn't eat anything else and I would eat everything else because they were better. It was our silent deal, and we would have it no other way.