Soundtracking My Year

Normally, I leave the media stuff to Shorty. She is planning a few new media posts out at the moment, but things have been pretty hectic and busy for both of us.

But today’s post crosses the line from Media to Mental Health, which is distinctly my court. Shorty will probably make a few smart alec comments later, but for now the floor is mine!

So, I’ve been listening to a lot of music rece…. The last few… Oh, okay, my whole life. I love a good song! Heck, I love a bad song if it’s catchy enough. But what I love most are songs that really hit home how I feel, how I want to feel, or how my thoughts and feelings have changed.

To this end, I’ve started thinking about Soundtracking My Year. Yes, I’m titling something that: A YouTube Music Playlist that I’m going to be sharing here.

So, what do I mean by soundtracking my year? Well, my likes Playlist alone on YT Music (JUST YT Music) is at least 300 songs that, yes, I do often get all the way through skipping minimal songs. And those songs are different from my Spotify likes, and probably are different still between my original YT Music account and the one that followed my from Google Play Music when that shut down.

Amongst those many, many songs, there are definitely some that define how I feel about myself, my life, and the world in general. So I decided to start this little soundtrack for 2021, and add to it as the year progresses. We’ll see if I actually remember to or not, but I’ve already got a couple songs ready for it!

When I add a song, I’m going to try to do a post and explain why it’s been added to the playlist. I don’t have a goal for how many songs will be in this playlist, just whatever feels right.

So, to start us off, let me explain an honorable mention: “I May Fall” by Jeff Williams, featuring Casey Lee Williams, from the Rooster Teeth anime RWBY.

These first few songs will have the theme of… Well, they’re all from RWBY, and therefore Jeff Williams and Casey Lee Williams. I really don’t care, they work for exactly what I want.

Now, the reason “I May Fall” doesn’t quite make the cut is… Well, it’s more about how I felt about my depression for the last part of 2020. So, just shy of the 2021 starting point. But it does really communicate how I felt about my depression around then: I may fall to something at some point, but damn it, I won’t let it be here, and I won’t let it be depression.

For the tail end of 2020, I was really mentalling through my depression and reinforcing my love for myself. There was a brief period where I was unable to get my medication, but I managed a-okay for that time frame. (I do NOT condone dropping your depression meds without consulting your doctor! I had extenuating circumstances that had me off mine, it was not just a desire to stop taking them or anything. Stopping them without talking to your doctor can cause major side effects and complications. Always talk to your doctor before you stop taking a medication.)

On to the first true entry on our playlist: “Armed and Ready” by Jeff Williams, featuring Casey Lee Williams, from the Rooster Teeth anime RWBY.

“Armed and Ready” is a pretty good depiction of how I feel about my transition from depression ruling my life to how I feel now: Ready to face life and whatever comes at me. I feel stronger and more confident every day. Granted, it’s not a perfect fit for me, because I feel like this song just works better on a level of overcoming trama or tragedy… But it’s my playlist and I make the rules! So that’s song one.

Our second song is actually currently just a nominee, but I wanted to explain my thoughts on why I’m considering it. And if I decide my thoughts sound like a dying chicken, then this one probably won’t make the cut for right now. The song: “I Burn” by Jeff Williams, featuring Casey Lee Williams, from the Rooster Teeth anime RWBY.

The reason I’m considering this is because, well… It’s how I feel about myself right now and anything or anyone that wants to cross me: Awww, look at you! You think you can take me down right now! Bless your heart! (If you didn’t know I was a Southern Gal, now you do.)

That’s really exactly what I get from this song. A girl on top of her world, and nothing can take her from that spot. Now, if you watch the trailer for the character this song goes with, you’ll find that a lot of the lines are… Far more literal than my interpretation. Doesn’t matter, art is like that and music is art.

Basically, yeah, these songs both just show that I really feel mentally strong and unstoppable right now. I feel like I can get things done this year, and, while I’m not one for New Years resolutions, I think I will.

I’ll explain what has me feeling so unstoppable, other than good family, an amazing boyfriend, and a best friend I could never replace, in another post. For now, this is the important part for this post.

What would you start your 2021 soundtrack with? What do you think of my choices? Let me know in the comments of this post, and feel free to check out my public 2021 soundtrack playlist here.

Dreams, and How You Get in Your Own Way

I’ve been thinking a lot about dreams lately. Both kinds, in case you’re wondering (my family has some bizarre things going on with dreams) but today I want to talk about dreams as in ambitions, or where you want to go in life.

I feel it’s important to have a life goal, a burning ambition. A dream. Having a dream gives you something to work toward and weigh your choices against.

Now, I do want to distinguish between a dream, and a goal. A goal is just that, a goal to reach. A point to get to to determine success. It can be a dream, super long-term endpoint. But not all goals are dreams. Some are unrelated to a dream, and some break down how to reach a dream or another, larger goal.

Dreams, however, at least how I think of them, are what you want to be or achieve in life. Sometimes they’re 100% impossible to reach, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Wanting to be a chivalrous knight in Medieval Europe is a fine dream, even if unlikely to become reality, because you can still guide your choices and behavior by it.

Now, I have a couple dreams, but the one we’ll use for discussion today is my dream to someday be fluent, or at least decent, at many languages. Yeah, I want to be a polyglot so bad it hurts sometimes. Yes, I am a nerd, thanks for asking.

Now this particular dream has become enlarged recently as I realized one of my gaming friends is one. (If you’re reading this, you know who you are, and you rock.) They gave me some advice about language learning, as I have admittedly been struggling.

It’s not that I find it that difficult- I’m finding i understand Japanese language anime better than I ever expected, and I’ve been pretty lazy about those lessons.

No, the real issues here are two-fold. (Or three, depending how you count it.) First, there is self doubt and negative self talk. But on the other end of the spectrum, there is overeagerness and overconfidence.

Let’s talk about that negative side first, as it’s what most people are going to understand all too well. Everyone has a negative voice in their head. What differs is what the voice sounds like, in terms of word choice or if you can actually give it a sound of sorts, and how loud or hard to ignore it is.

My negative voice has a name, just like my positive/mentor voice does. You’ve all met Shorty, and that’s how she came about. Well, I chose an enemy of hers from her early stories as the negative voice. I’ll explain why I named them later, but her name is Danielle. (Apologies to any Danielles reading- I have never met a Danielle I didn’t get along with, but that’s the name I came up with at 7ish. She becomes a good guy in later versions of Shorty’s story!)

Now, Danielle is a bit loud at times in my head, telling me how stupid I sound practicing new languages, or that what is the point because it’s never going to be useful? At those times, it’s easy to become discouraged and want to give up. It’s easier the louder the voice is, or if people in the real world are echoing your nega-voice. (That probably sounds dumb, but I like it and I’m keeping it for this and a future post.)

The important thing is to find a way to combat this. For me, it’s either a fight between Shorty and Danielle, or I reinforce how quickly I’ve improved. In the case of Japanese, I put on a subbed anime and listen to the words, checking myself against the subs. When I realize I’m understanding more than I thought I would, even after a break in practice, it really defeats the nega-voice.

For you and your dream, your method may vary, but finding one is key. You need a way to subdue that nega-voice and get back to crushing it! Easier said than done, I know, but it’s that or give up entirely.

As for that second issue… not everyone will have it. Not everyone will have bouts of getting too much going at once. I sure have, though!

I’ve currently got about four or five languages started. That’s too much to do at once, anyone would agree to that. Naturally, this makes is easy to get overwhelmed and decide it’s too hard to continue.

This is where my polyglot friend kept me grounded and set me back on the right path. They told me to pick one language and stick with it until I feel comfortable with it, and even helped me narrow it down. (I decided on German for now. We’ll see how long it takes!)

Now, I’m going to apply some lessons from my friends at Nerd Fitness to help me achieve my dream of being a polyglot. I’m going to, this weekend sometime, sit down and break my current objective, learning German, down into easy to manage steps. They’ll be quantifiable too, so I can say objectively whether I completed it or not. You can find the advice I’m referencing here.

For future reference, yes, I will occasionally reference Nerd Fitness. They’ve taught me a lot and I’m a loving member of the rebellion. (Even if I can’t afford the programs I want to do right now. But I’ll discuss that later, I think.)

Now, back to dreams. I think everyone should have a dream. Do you dream to become president? Start by making yourself into the kind of person you want to see running the country. Want to learn martial arts? Even if you can’t afford classes, start looking into options, and start doing some basic exercises in the meantime. Want to own your own home and be debt free? Yeah, that counts as a dream! Start by taking a look at your finances and deciding how to start that journey. I’m not good with money, so I can’t give more than that for that goal.

The point is, you can use your dreams to reach your dreams. Look at that dream and decide what you can do today to get you even a step, even a millimeter closer to the person in that dream. Don’t run too fast, and don’t let your nega-voice get the best of you. If you never achieve your dream, you’ll at least have done something to make yourself more like the you that you dreamed of, and isn’t that a reward in and of itself?

Throwback Thursday – Time for a song!

So, I missed a couple weeks because December is crazy. Whoops!

However, this week, we’re kicking it back with the second song I ever wrote! Never did get music put to it, but people on Mibba (also where I originally posted this) seemed to like it, the couple who commented. So, let’s bring this baby over here!

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!


How Do I (Let Go)

I can feel it rising
Coursing, Burning
Beginning to grow
My need is gaining strength
Raging, Blazing
Beginning to show

How do I let this go
(When all I know)
It’s starting to consume me
(Heart and soul)
So how do I

Let go of you
All I’ve been through
How do I
Lose all this pain
And learn how to gain
The happiness I’ve lost
How do I let go

Now there’s no denying
What you have let go
What you should have known
I’m not for your using
How’d it last so long
Why’m I still holding on

How do I let this go
(When all I know)
It’s starting to consume me
(Heart and sould
So how do I

Let go of you
All I’ve been through
How do I
Lose all this pain
And learn how to gain
The happiness I’ve lost
How do I let go

Of my memories of you
(Let go)
The pain I went through
(Let go)
My anger and sorrow
(Let go)
The love I can’t let go

How do I let this go
How do I let this go
How do I

Let go of you
All I’ve been through
How do I
Lose all this pain
And learn how to gain
The happiness I’ve lost
How do I let go

How do I let go
Tell me how to let go
Let go

Throwback Thursday – Poetry Edition Part 1

It’s Thursday! And I recently re-found some of my old poetry. It’s… A thing. I wrote a few poems in late middle school and early high school. I think they’re okay, though certainly not my best work. But, I have received a compliment or two on them.

So, I’m going to share some of them here. These were originally posted to my Mibba account years ago, so if you Google them and find them there, that’s why. (Don’t mind the not-so-great, unfinished stories there, if you go looking. I might eventually revisit a couple of them, but they’ll be better written, I think.) There are a couple of “songs” I wrote as well that will be posted here as poetry, for what are musical lyrics if not a brand of poetry? I never got music put to them, so it’s just lyrics. And keep in mind I was in a depressive child/teen state when I wrote these, so… Bear with me.

Without further ado, there is “The Night”


The Night

The dark night wakes me up
Where others now sleep.
I quietly travel outside
To look at the stars,
All as nocturnal as I
And as distant from the world.
I sit at the base of a tree,
Face upturned as if for warmth,
And a smile spreads across my face.
This is where I belong,
Alone in the dark
With only the stars to guide me.
The night air is softer than any pillow
And the moon brighter than any lamp
The bats come out to hunt
And I watch their nightly dance.
It is my favorite thing in the world
To see my friends flying around.
I feel released as I watch them
Traveling out of view.
I push the thought of having to leave
Out of my peace-deprived mind.
My joy this night will not be ruined.
I wait in quiet bliss
For my friends to return,
My sign to return home
And wait for the night to fall again.
The sun begins to rise
And the bats return once more.
I sigh and go inside,
And, in a few minutes, open my eyes
From my night of ease of spirit
To my day of dreams and unrest.
But I take comfort in the knowledge
That night will soon fall again.

Why A Relatively Successful Woman Can Feel Like A Failure

I am a relatively successful woman. I bought my first brand new car without help, minus making sure it was a decent deal, and I needed no cosigner for my house.

I graduated tech school and immediately found work, and I make friends easily. I excel at most things I attempt. This isn’t bragging, it’s explanation for why people consider me relatively successful.

Then again, I feel like a complete failure and loser.

I never feel like I’m living up to what my mother wants for me, but when I try to do things her way, I feel empty and like a lie. When I do what I want, or try to, I feel like everyone is just waiting for me to fail, or I can’t afford it, or I can’t prioritize it.

I want to be a writer. I feel like I’m decent at writing. But I get demotivated because I get little support. I want to learn new languages, and I am making progress on Japanese and Spanish. But then, a lot of people think I’m stupid or it’s a waste of time.

Playing piano or drums or guitar- too expensive and time consuming. Learning to smith? I would love to be a blacksmith, but when I tell people, I hear how a girl isn’t strong enough to be a real smith. I would clearly only want to do delicate stuff because it wouldn’t be as hard.

My biggest dream? To be a modern day ninja, in terms of skills. Classes for the skills I want to hone are too far away or too expensive. People scoff at me, because that’s such a childish dream. Why don’t I work on something more productive and serious?

But the biggest reason I feel like a failure… I want to be a good girlfriend, but I am scared. I am scared I am going to screw everything up, or not be enough, or be too pushy. Or, that I’ll just be used again.

My previous attempt at a relationship, before my current boyfriend, was… bad. He just wanted a good time, and when I pushed for a relationship, he split. I found out later that he’d been married at the time. Now, I’m afraid to fall for the same trap.

Though, I’ve never enjoyed being very physical in a relationship. Sex is okay, on occasion, but my first sexual relationship started to feel like that was all that mattered. Every time we got together, that was all we did. Between that, and being used… I don’t want sex. But I’ve never been a big cuddler. Never been a big kisser. Hugs, occasionally, sure, but… that’s about it. Most men want some form of non-verbal evidence of attraction, but… I just can’t provide that.

So, I feel like a failure. A failure who really needs therapy. But, being on a temp contract, I have no insurance and very little money.

Therapy is expensive, y’all. Even the “cheap” therapy places I see advertised are expensive. I need to get back to therapy, I think it would help a lot. But I cannot afford it. Even with insurance, not sure I could afford it.

So, I’ll muddle through. Pretending I’m not dying inside, trying to balance my true self against what everyone else wants me to be. Trying to be the girlfriend my boyfriend needs, even though I know it’s not comfortable for me.

But, I know that out there, others are handling the same things. And if they find me, they’ll give me a hand up. I would do the same for them. There’s help somewhere, affordable help, I just have to find it.

Life Is Super – Part 3

It only took about an hour to get everything handled and their parents to pick them up. Sadly, for me, it was Teddy’s mom that came to get him, so no public scolding there. I had met her before, and she was a nice lady. Too bad Teddy didn’t follow her example. She did apologize to me and made Teddy do so, and she even gave me a bag of homemade cookies. Sweet!

The other boys were led off without a word by their folks, though there was a lot of disappointment in the looks I saw. Ah, justice!

Before we left, Chief, the chief of police, asked us to come say hi in his office.

“Finally got your powers! Congrats, kid!” He beamed at me. “Think you’re rested enough to show me what you’ve got?”

“Totally!” I can only imagine my grin was as big as his. I threw up my block from earlier… But no ice. Instead, my arm caught on fire!

Smiles faded into looks of shock and confusion. The fire didn’t burn, my arm simply felt a little warm until it dissipated.

“But… you had ice earlier?” Dad was clearly out of his element- No pun intended.

“Maybe… she’s a dualie?” Chief was always one to try to explain things best he could.

Dualies weren’t unheard of, users of two powers. There had even been a few with three or more powers, though that was about once or twice a generation. Dualies were maybe in 3% of the population. But I had never heard of a Dualie with opposing powers. Either they were unrelated powers, like an element with super strength, or they were complementary, like air with flight.

“Maybe… we should go out to the practice yard and see what exactly you can do, Alex,” My father suggested. I nodded, and the three of us headed outside.

Out in the practice yard, Dad and Chief had me try to use my powers for nearly two hours. It was insane! The fire powers only lasted for about 15 minutes, then I had no power again. After a few minutes, I was a Speedster, darting around in the blink of an eye! That lasted about five minutes before i had a powerless stretch. Next came flight, though that nearly ended badly. Chief caught me when I dropped half an hour in.

On and on it went, though- Power for a stretch, and about five minutes recharge time. I got ice and speed twice, and they each lasted for different lengths of time. By the end, at least I was beginning to be able to tell when my powers would fade.

“This… this is extraordinary, John. I need to make a phone call. There’s someone who should see this,” Chief finally announced. I took a short break while he got out his cell and dialed a number. “Hello, Dean- Sorry to call so late. I know you’re home by now, but… well, there’s something you need to see. Come to the station, the practice yard. And pronto.”

“Uh… who is Dean?” Dad asked when Chief hung up.

“Regional director of the Collectors. Normally, I would’ve recommended Alex for the junior officer’s program, if she wanted to take that path still-“

“Duh!” Being a cop was my dream, whereas a lot of my peers wanted to join the Collectors.

“But we aren’t prepared for a special case like this. I doubt Dean has ever seen anything like this either, but the Collectors are better prepared for… unique situations.”

“My daughter is not joining the Collectors at 16. They don’t even accept applicants until 21!” Dad protested.

“They make exceptions. Alexis will have to have a safe place to practice with this… Randomness, either way. The Collectors can provide that better than anyone.”

“Um.. hi, yeah, subject of convo here- Don’t I get some kinda say in this?” I asked, baffled. I really hadn’t considered the Collectors for a career before, but… I wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of a national law enforcement agency. I wanted to protect my hometown and the people who lived there, the people I grew up with… but the nation was another story!

“I don’t mean you have to join the Collectors, Alexis. Just that they would be the best able to help you train such unique powers. They do that for teens with unusual abilities. I just think it would be best for you to work with them… And if you don’t, they’ll still want to know about this.”

“I mean… I guess that’s all true… But why does anyone need to know about this? We know, that should be good enough, right?” Last thing I wanted was to be a freak in a new and interesting way. I start training with the Collectors, I thought, and I might as well just announce the new power thing to any classmates associated with those in the training program for the Collectors. That program started at 18, but there were a few kids from my school in it or looking to apply when they hit 18. There would be no keeping this new development secret that way, and I’d rather be a freak for a normal thing than a freak for something new.

“Chief is right, kid.” Dad could’ve at least had my back, dangit! “You’re both safer for yourself and safer to be around if you learn how to control this; or at least work with it, I guess.”

“Ugh! You guys are trying to make me stand out more!” I groaned as a man came walking out to us.

“Alright, Martin, what’s so important I had to get out here immediately?” The man asked, though in  good humor. It seemed he and Chief had a pretty good relationship.

“Dean… This is Alexis. She’s the daughter of John here, one of my best officers. Kid was power free until this evening. She developed ice powers while she was being attacked.”

“Well, the age is pretty unusual, but not something to call me over surely?”

“Oh, just wait. It gets better,” Chief chuckled. “Alexis and her old man came in to talk to me after handling the punks that attacked her. I asked her to demonstrate… And her powers were fire. So we came out here, and she’s gone through about 15 powers cycling around randomly, for random durations, for the last two hours.” That had Dean’s attention.

“Miss Alexis, if you aren’t too tired, would you demonstrate this for me, please?” Dean asked, looking at me. I hesitated. This was it- If I complied, this could change my life forever. There could be studies done about this strange power, or just my prediction of more unending freakishness. 

Dad gave me a reassuring smile, and I sighed, turning and moving to start trying my powers again. My fate was sealed.


Thanks for reading so far! If you like the first “chapter,” so to speak, of Life Is Super, please like the posts or leave a comment so I know! Thanks for reading along so far, and look forward to more of Alexis’ adventures as I get them completed!

Life Is Super – Part 2

After verifying I was okay, my dad went to assist his partner with the boys. With their dreams being thoroughly dashed, they all looked pretty defeated. Mike was pale and shaking even, and why shouldn’t he be concerned? The fines and penalties for attacking another person with your powers, without good cause, are high. Even higher when the target is a powerless mutant, or you believe they are at the time.

The only sad part is there was no video footage in that part of the grounds. There was a camera, but the school was in the process of getting it repaired after it was hit by a branch blown about in a bad storm. Admittedly, that’s probably why they’d waited here to attack.

Then again, even without the video footage, the law had them dead to rights. I mean, the police arrived to me laying on the ground, out cold, and the boys panicking thinking Mike had killed me. They confessed readily enough, at that point, and none of them could even look at me as they were loaded up. Not sure if it was guilt for what they did, or shame for getting caught… Ah well, wasn’t my problem.

Dad let me ride with him in the second car that had come to assist, and we went to get the boys processed and for him to be a proud parent to all his buddies at the station. Growing up, they’d all gotten to know our family well. Honestly, it was a lot like having a lot of extra aunts and uncles.

“Why didn’t you tell me and your mother that other kids were bullying you?” Dad asked on the ride in. “We could’ve spoken to the school and gotten this handled before it went to this level.”

“Come on, Dad, no one was going to attack me with a cop for a dad. At least, no one smart. Throw in a lawyer for a mom, and I was sitting pretty safe. It was just taunts and shunning before this, and I can deal with that.”

“What about Taylor and Thomas? Do they treat you like that?” Taylor and Thomas were twins at my school, and the only friends I had. They didn’t care that I was a mutant, since their dad was, too.

“Of course not. Their dad would kill them.”

“Then why didn’t they speak up?”

“Because I asked them not to, okay? This is my problem, not yours, and I won’t go running to Mommy and Daddy for every little thing that goes wrong,” I snapped. Well, I didn’t mean to, but Dad knows I like to handle things myself. Why was this such a big deal to him? It was only names and jerkish behavior before now.

“You’re still a child.” Dad was fuming at this point. “If you can’t solve a problem yourself, you ask an adult for help. This could have ended far worse for you, especially if your powers hadn’t shown at that moment. You could be dead or seriously injured, and no amount of law enforcement can undo that!”

“A Healer can help with serious injury,” I pointed out.

“Some! They can’t always fix it, Alexis. I’ve seen my share of that. You have to learn to be more responsible.”

“You know, a lot of people would say that just ignoring the bullies is the responsible way to handle it. And plenty of people have stopped pestering me because of me ignoring them. As far as I could tell, my method was working perfectly fine, thank you. And! I wasn’t getting butt hurt over it. I was fine.” Dad didn’t answer right away to this argument. When we pulled up to the station, he sighed.

“I suppose that is true. But from now on? At least tell us when things are happening, even if you don’t want our help. We can still let you handle it, but then if something happens or you need help, we won’t be blindsided.”

“Alright.. l can do that,” I assured him. I didn’t have to tell him everything that was happening, but really, I could at least let them know a little bit. It’d make them feel better.

Dad nodded at that and got out. I followed suit, and followed him up to the station. By the time we got inside, he’d calmed down and was even grinning. The officers in the reception area looked up when we came in.

“What’s got you in such a good mood, John? Especially when Lex looks like she met the wrong end of a car.” That was one of the older officers, a nice older lady that acted like I was her own grandchild. In fact, she insisted I call her Granny, and l did.

“Oh, nothing too much… Except Alexis’ powers finally came in, and she’s an lce Mage! Just like her old man!” Dad has always had a flair for the dramatics, but I can’t blame him this time. While my parents have always been supportive of me, powers or not, Dad had always hoped his kid would be an Ice Mage like him. This had to be one of his proudest moments, especially since I had gotten the power to work perfectly when I needed it. Not everyone gets that lucky when they first get their powers, since they’re usually a lot younger than me. Actually, always a lot younger than me.

Of course, no one cared how unusual it was, as the officers all came over to congratulate me. “Show us what you can do, kid!” One of them smiled. So, I did what I had done for Dad and the Healer.

Nothing happened. Everyone looked confused, but Dad smiled. “She did exhaust herself on the first use of it, so she might just need some time to recharge.” He explained, which satisfied everyone else and they continued to congratulate me before going on to their tasks. I wasn’t so sure about that. I didn’t feel tired anymore, but then, Dad knew more about Ice powers.

“Well, let’s get your classmates settled and their folks called. Isn’t Teddy’s dad in the Collectors?” Dad asked, which made me grin. Teddy was their leader, and his father was indeed a Collector. Boy was he going to be in for it!

Life Is Super – Part 1

Welcome to our new project- This would be a comic if I could draw, but I think I can make it work as a regularly updated web series instead. (Or until I can find someone who can draw and we team up. Whatever comes first.)

If you like this series and want to see more, throw a comment on the post or like it! The more people like it, the more I’m going to be motivated to continue writing.

A huge shoutout to my first test reader, Celeste, from one of my game groups. You are a huge help, and you are amazing!

And now… On to the story!


I live in a world where everyone has powers. Flight, invisibility, elemental control… You know, “superpowers.” Well, at least, that’s what we called them when they began to appear. Those with powers were considered mutants. Now, those without are the freaks.

Usually, powers manifest around the ages of three to five, but people have shown powers as late as 12. If you don’t power up by then, you’re a mutant and life will be difficult. There’s another class of mutant, those with more than one power… But they are worshipped rather than ridiculed.

My story begins at the age of 16.I was born to an Ice Mage father and a Speedster mother. Basically, dad had ice powers and mom super speed. I was a mutant, not a hint of powers to be had. Kids at my school took every chance to try to torment me, but I learned early to brush it off. At least, as my dad was a cop, things didn’t get violent.

Well…. Things didn’t turn violent until the June after I turned 16. Three local jerks got fed up with their threats and extortion attempts being ignored, so they decided to take things up a notch. I had never bothered to give them the time of day, as I knew any criminal convictions would ruin their future plans.

You see, they each wanted to be a Collector, the most elite national crime fighting organization. If a person had even a minor criminal or misdemeanor conviction, with a couple exemptions, the applicant was out of the running. So, by natural deduction, I reasoned they weren’t ever going to risk it. Boy was I wrong.

They made their move in the late evening. I was heading home from some volunteer work, tutoring other kids, when the three cornered me outside the school. There was no preparing for the absolute beatdown they gave me, but I did my best to defend myself. With a cop for a dad, I certainly wasn’t going to just stand there and take it, was I?

“Stupid, dumbass mutant, you should’ve just done what we told you. Twenty bucks a week isn’t too much to ask to keep from getting your ass kicked, is it?” The leader was a jock, star cleanup of the baseball team. Or something like that, I didn’t particularly care for the school’s sports.

“Admittedly… Didn’t think… You three were as dumb as you looked.” I was careful to talk between blocks, so I didn’t distract myself too much. Apparently, they didn’t like this answer. Can’t imagine why.

“We are going to make you regret you were ever born.” The leader growled.

“Why? Want someone to feel as bad as you look?” Well, that wasn’t the right answer, either, I guess. One of them, the Fire Mage of their little group, got the other two to grab my arms as he lit up a punch and grinned.

“You won’t be so cocky when we’re done with you, mutant.” He said, and punched.

What happened next was absolutely baffling. Knowing the damage that punch could do, I ducked my head, which he was aiming for. I managed to twist my hold out of the third boy’s grip, freeing my left hand in time to throw my arm up and block the next fire punch. Instead of feeling a bad burn, my arm went cold the instant before the hit connected, there was a hiss, and steam blew out in front of my eyes. The boys swore, let me go, and backed up… And I passed out.

When I came to, there were lights going off nearby. Apparently, the cops had been notified. A Healer was looking me over.

“Aside from the cuts and bruises she has, she’s just exhausted herself, John. She’ll be fine.”

“Exhausted? From a fight? You’re sure nothing else is wrong?” My father’s face came into view. “Alex, what happened?”

“Oh, y’know… Just picking daisies and having tea parties.” I retorted, trying to sit up. Dad pushed me back down.

“You stay right there until we know what happened, young lady.” He looked at the Healer.

“I can’t find any signs of ill health.” The Healer explained. “She’s perfectly fine.”

“Daaad, come on. I’m fine, he said so.” I complained. Dad sighed and let me sit up.

“What happened? The boys were freaked out, but wouldn’t say exactly.” I didn’t answer. No matter how painful or irritating school and life got, there was one thing I still had going for me: I didn’t go running to Mommy and Daddy when the other kids were being mean. At least, not since I was, like, 8. “Alex- I have to know what happened, for the report. It’s clear they attacked you, but why? If you started this fight…”

“Of course I didn’t, do I look as stupid as them? I was leaving tutoring and they cornered me, alright? They tried to be intimidating, I wasn’t having it, and Mike threw a fire punch. My arm got cold, there was a lot of steam, and I passed out.” The Healer and Dad traded looks. “What?”

“Alex, do exactly what you did when Mike hit you.” The Healer told me. I frowned, but threw up my arm as if I was blocking a punch in a hurry. In an instant, my forearm was coated in ice! “Well, that’s what it was, then- You, young lady, are the latest bloomer I’ve ever heard of.”

“Ice powers! You’ve got ice powers!” Dad cheered, pulling me into a hug. “Just like your old man! Your mother will be so jealous.” He grinned.

Announcement – New Project Coming for NaNoWriMo!

November is National Novel Writing Month, and I’m doing a special project for it!

Honestly, this project would be a web comic if I could draw, but I’ll settle for a web novel series type of deal.

Our story will be following Alexis, a girl living in a world where everyone has a super power- Well, almost every one. Tune in for the first part, scheduled for Friday, to get to know our world and protagonist!

Nerd Fitness Prompts – Writing to Improve Mindfulness: Day 1 – Control

This series will be driven by journaling prompts provided by the team at Nerd Fitness via their Nerd Fitnes Prime program and Journey app beta. I’ve chosen to share these sessions as a means to help others, either by attempting the prompt themselves, or through something discussed in our own conversations.

Today’s prompt: “What things are truly in my control?” These prompts are meant to give guidance on something to think on and write about for a brief period of time, such as 5 minutes.

Need some help figuring out who is Me and who is Shorty? Head over to our “Meet the Family” Page to find out!


So, I’ve decided to tackle my journal prompts from the NF team as a dialogue. You always help me order my thoughts, Shorty.

Thanks, kid. Let’s give it a try!

Alright… Control… I feel like very little is in my control, but I know better. Sometimes, it’s just hard to see.

Well, start with the undeniable. What can only you and no one else control?

Hmm… My thoughts, my actions. Reactions as well. I control my words. How I portray myself.

Very good. Can you expand and give yourself goals based on those? C’mon, kid, let’s take this a step further.

I control my anger, and when to let things go. I can choose to stop holding grudges. I control if I lash out, get offended, let something ruin my day. I can choose to forgive, forget, move on, and be happy.

Excellent. And now that you have it written, you’ll be able to come back to this at need and remember.

I will. Thanks for the assist, Shorty.