Clumsy Clark Kent- part 4 (an epilogue)
The news story went up in the paper. It was all over the internet. The entire east coast was in scandal mode. Everyone was coming up with creative death threats for lex Luthor, and he was finally, FINALLY going to court.
The reporters at the Daily Planet were satisfied with their work. They felt like they had done it well. Ma and Pa Kent were trying not to go off about the amount of danger Clark had put himself in.
And Perry White- PERRY WHITE- told them good job.
The end.
SID THE KID WHO WAS JUST BEING CREATIVE?????????
Unexpected perk of learning a second language: I get to judge characters' grammar on TV when they speak it, and it's always bad. Then I get to translate to my family and TELL them it was bad grammar.
If your plot feels flat, STUDY it! Your story might be lacking...
Stakes - What would happen if the protagonist failed? Would it really be such a bad thing if it happened?
Thematic relevance - Do the events of the story speak to a greater emotional or moral message? Is the conflict resolved in a way that befits the theme?
Urgency - How much time does the protagonist have to complete their goal? Are there multiple factors complicating the situation?
Drive - What motivates the protagonist? Are they an active player in the story, or are they repeatedly getting pushed around by external forces? Could you swap them out for a different character with no impact on the plot? On the flip side, do the other characters have sensible motivations of their own?
Yield - Is there foreshadowing? Do the protagonist's choices have unforeseen consequences down the road? Do they use knowledge or clues from the beginning, to help them in the end? Do they learn things about the other characters that weren't immediately obvious?
Time travel trouble Pt. 1
He'd been Robin for four years, and in that time Batman had "died" at least six times, most of which had been in the past two years. Supervillains were getting to be more of a problem than ever before. So there Dick was, chatting to Alfred over the comms and strolling down the street in search of Batman, when he found him.
"Oh, there you are, Bruce, where's the batmo-" he stopped. Something was off about this "Batman." An imposter? No, he looked too similar to him to be that. A clone? No, he didn't look that much like him. He was skinnier, and he looked vaguely lost... Dick facepalmed.
Time travel, he thought to himself. Great day for it.
"Call you back later, Alfred."
The who-knew-how-much younger version of Batman was on the roof of a nearby building, looking around. Trying to figure out what was going on, maybe? Time to clear that up for him. Dick grappled up onto the building and trapped him on the shoulder.
"Bruce?" He said.
Batman spun around. "Dick, there you are- hang on..."
"Batman, you time traveled. To the future. I think. Which is annoying, because current you is MIA. Anyways, we need to get back to the batcave to figure this out."
"Time travel, that one's new. And why should I believe you, "Dick"? You don't look that much like him at all. How are you so calm about this? ... And why isn't the batmobile where we left it ten minutes ago?"
"Because we left it there several years ago, and it's called aging. And this stuff happens more often now. But seriously, we need to get back to the batcave and figure this out. Alfred's gonna have a field day of sass."
Since only the real Dick could know Alfred, and by extension, predict his reaction, that's exactly what they did. Alfred was already in the batcave dusting when they arrived. As the dynamic duo charged down the stairs (Well, one charged, the other trotted confusedly) Dick shouted, "Alfred! You'll never guess what happened!"
It's not if you're 'worthy' of heaven that the world is supposed to test. No one is worthy of heaven at all, except God, but He sacrificed His son to let us have His worthiness. Hard things are to help you become a better person, and closer to God- have you ever met someone who hasn't suffered? But we can get through the bad earthly things with God and appreciate the good ones all the more with Him. It's an entirely different concept.
This is more normal than the time I rode a pegasis through a void in my school and my friends all clapped and were standing on a spiderweb made of cereal and snow
Last night I had a dream I woke up to find that my house had been turned into a Smart House with every wall being a digital screen including the roof so I could see it even laying on bed and the Siri voice said “Don’t worry. You are perfectly safe in your Apple Smart Home™️” knowing I have a BIG phobia of intruders especially at night and it continued with “Let’s explore the neighborhood from the comfort of your home” so it opened google maps and accidentally zoomed past a shitty jpeg of the girl from The Ring standing outside my house and it said “ignore that”. woke up laughing
i’m starting a collection