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30 Days of Writing: Diamond

The building had collapsed so fast it seemed impossible. Garrick had just looked away for a second to talk to the police and Bobomb, the fat little nerd, had sent off a shockwave powerful enough to destroy the support columns in the lobby.

A nail on his right hand had broken. Gritting his teeth, he ripped it off and quickly wrapped a scrap of someone’s cape around it. His best friend was under there.

Finally, with one great heave, he pulled away a rusted steel girder and a bookcase and saw Babette’s skull-patterned face. It was smeared with blood and her eyes were closed. Over her heart was a book that was stabbed through with a twisted piece of metal.

After a few heart-stopping seconds her eyes fluttered open. One pupil was bigger than the other.

She giggled and lifted the book, showing that the hard cover had stopped the metal from penetrating her.

“Mr. Shine, him diamond!” she laughed hysterically.

Garrick’s eyes darted to the book. It was indeed, Thud. A moment later, his laughter joined hers and drifted through the summer evening’s air.

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30 Days of Writing: Outside

Garrick was soaked to the skin, had mud in his shoes, and stank to high heaven thanks to the swamp. He wanted to find mother nature and punch her in her stupid imaginary smug face.

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30 Days of Writing: Formal

Garrick hated formal events. He had too many memories of feeling like he was slowly being strangled by his tie during too many galas.

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30 Days of Writing: Restless

The first thing that Brian ever noticed about Garrick was that he was an incurable fidget.

Standing in a line in the gym with the rest of the recruits, trying to get them trained up in hand to hand combat, Garrick was always picking at his nails, shifting his weight from foot to foot, or looking around like an overgrown bird. At the time, it seemed overly appropriate, almost funny that a superspeedster would be a fidget.

As he felt Garrick’s hands shaking as he raced them back to headquarters, blood trickling from all of his orifices and his skin peeling off like boiled chicken, it didn’t seem quite as amusing.

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30 Days of Writing: Beginnings

Garrick leaned back in the shuttle’s seat, gasping for air. Parts of his suit were still smoldering, making the air stink of burned spandex. Mihika was curled up beside him. Her arms were covered in white bandages. The day had been long; fighting a pyrokinetic was bad even on good days. In the middle of a bone-dry forest during wildfire season? It was hell.

Garrick stiffened as he felt Mihika’s head come to rest on his shoulder. They had traded looks before, but –

His mind, which had been racing for hours, stuttered and came to a stop when he felt her fingers lace with his. He sat stock-still for the three hours it took to get back to headquarters.