Talia Mako knows that secrecy is vital.

Keeping her abilities under wraps is absolutely necessary, and imperative for every superhuman (even if her friend Caster has something to say about it.). The government’s already bad enough, so who knows what they’d do if they discovered superpowers?

Talia doesn’t want to find out.

… Until she does.

Until a life-threatening incident and a quick slip-up exposes the realm of superhumans for good, and the damage can’t be undone.

Talia’s on her own — her life gets flipped around instantly, and she hates her new way of living. Stuck in one building — the complex of an organization called PowerGen — with about 35 other superhumans, she’s unable to do anything other than train and get taken in for experiments on the rare occasion.

She hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it.

And yet there’s no going back. Only moving forward. Only changing the life she has now, even if she needs to climb over a mountain of doubt just to do so.

Because if she really wants to get out of here, she can’t stop at just anything.

This content contains depictions of violence, death, mentions of suicide, and moderate language, which may be disturbing for some readers. Viewer discretion advised.

Friends distancing from each other is a normal part of life. But for someone as lonely as Mason, it's a bit of a hard thing to go through.

TW // Mentions of suicide.

Any (and all of my) Posted Scribblings.

APS.

Yeah, I know the title is pretty indirect as to what this blog is about. But basically, this is for my (hopefully upcoming) book series, APS (the books themselves do not have the same meaning as this blog’s title, by the way.) As of June-November 2023, APS book one has been completely released, and you can find it here. Book two is currently in the works. This blog essentially contains any extra APS-related content aside from the story itself -- things like character profiles, behind-the-scenes peeks into the creation of APS, bonus chapters, memes, and so on. Also, stupidity as well. Because where's the fun in making this blog so serious?

What was once a joke became reality.

I, Mallor Hart, am now hanging my dead friend on a tree.

And what do I regret?

Everything.

Every single waking moment that led to this. I wish it never happened.

But I can't change that. All I can do is sit down, reflect, and wonder what in the world I should be doing next.

CW // Depictions of violence and murder that may be disturbing to some audiences. Reader discretion advised.

It's a normal day at the coffee shop, and everything is fine.

Until the woman next to Wallace starts typing.

Contains violence, mild gore and language.

A/N: This is another short story I wrote a while ago, but I rehashed most of it this time around.

The testing of a new teleportation device seems exciting at first. Deciding to transport an apple to a random location, Shira isn't expecting what happens next.

A/N: This is a story I wrote about last year and found it sitting in my documents. I think I've grown a bit since then. It's definitely of less quality than my writing now, but I still kept it and wanted to drop it here.

(This was inspired by a prompt from Reedsy.com's prompt generator.)​​​​​​​