The old bones told a dreadful tale.

It was only at night that Irene truly felt alive.

She deserved to die, but I knew she would walk since she had important friends and a way about her that made you think of summer mornings and puppies.

When Theseus retired, gods and demons alike breathed a bit easier.

It turned out Brad was the last man on Earth and Betty, sticking to her guns, still wanted nothing to do with him.

As I lay looking up at the passing clouds, my life slowly seeping away, I couldn't help but think that perhaps I should have chosen a different profession, one with less risk of being shot.

"Hooray," they shouted for the returning heroes who they would later turn their backs on.