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Update - New Tiers

Hey everyone, thought I'd get this out there now for those of you who want to know.

I've been deliberating for awhile about my current tiers and their pricing and after some feedback and talk...

String - Fabrication 5.10

I wasn’t sure what I expected.

Maybe some Pandora logos strewn about the place, or a bunch of small rooms with “servants” locked inside. I had heard the horror stories and read a bunch ...

String - Fabrication 5.9

Abby didn’t even try to hide.

When I arrived at the computer science block, she was leaning against the door to the building. I had to guess that as a renowned superhero, you could loiter a...

String - Fabrication 5.8

Minerva wasn’t an impressive school by any metric.

Its mundanity was almost charming in a way. The main gate made it seem ordinary, boring even. It was just a collection of featureless buil...

String - Fabrication 5.7

I waved to Sam as she took off down the road.

I still wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about her driving around without a license. She could easily get the car impounded if she wasn’t care...

String - Fabrication 5.6

Seraphim…

It’s strange to think that anyone you pass on the street could either be a bastion of humanity or one of its darkest monsters. Here we were, out and about, having a goo...

String - Fabrication 5.5

“Maybe you had a point about taking the bus.”

Finding a parking spot in New Market was like fishing for a needle in a haystack. This place was so absurdly cramped that parking could be a ...

String - Fabrication 5.4

“Heeeeeey, can I borrow you for a few hours?”

After our conversation with my sister, I wasn’t expecting to hear from Sam today. I had opted to stay home today instead of going ...

String - Fabrication 5.3

The door to my workshop slid open and Sam was quick to follow me in before the door shut, automatically locking itself. The lights buzzed as they switched on as the rest of the room was filled with...

String - Fabrication 5.2

I wasn’t an obsessive person but my current actions would make you think otherwise.

Friday had gone with Saturday rolling around and Lucy still had yet to respond to me. I found myself dist...

String - Fabrication 5.1

The culmination of my relentless efforts lay before me, its impeccable condition lighting a spark of wonder in my eyes.

I leaned forward in my chair as the center of my focus reformed from it...

String - ENCRYPTED #1

EVOHUMAN CRISIS UNIT RESTRICTED DATABASE

ACCESSING . . .

USERNAME: ******

PASSWORD: ***********************

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String - Fruition Interlude: Lucy

She had seen it coming from a mile away.

When Max hadn’t shown up for homeroom, Lucy knew it was a sign of what was to come. It was just the nature of the world they lived in. Those with su...

A Delay and an Annoucement

Hey all, got a bit of an update here.

For my Super Tier patrons, the next chapter is a bit delayed. It needs about two more days to cook as I have been extremely busy recovering from my illne...

String - Fruition 4.7

“She knew about me.”

We hadn’t even made it back to the car before Mia started to spill. There was a tinge of fear in her voice, that she couldn’t hide. Alice walked ahead of us and s...

String - Fruition 4.6

I could only imagine what kind of bloodbath would have ensued if Gaea hadn’t been here to keep everyone in check.

One of my hands instinctively twitched towards my gun when Bonesmith took h...

String - Fruition 4.5

“This is a bad idea.”

I couldn’t shake my hesitation. Before, I had been cautious, even hesitant about this meeting. Who wouldn’t be, with Bayside’s Super underworld all meeting in ...

String - Fruition 4.4

“Nobody move!”

Sam switched to Pink and blitzed over to Mia. She pulled the girl to her feet and guided her back to me and Liam. Mia looked sick, her eyes were unfocused and they flicked ...

String - Fruition 4.3

“Thanks for your help today. Some of this wouldn’t have even occurred to me if I did this alone.”

Sam and I stared at the mountain of supplies stacked in the trunk of my car. Asking her...

String - Fruition 4.2

Dread had become a familiar companion over the last few weeks, so much so that I’d buy it a drink if I was old enough.

Something had happened and now Mom wanted me home, enough to text and ...

String - Fruition 4.1

The morning came far too quickly and with far too many aches.

My place in Sam’s apartment building wasn’t furnished yet so all I had to sleep on was the couch in the living room. It was c...

String - Friction Interlude II: Comet

Her phone rang out with her morning alarm.

Slowly, Abby flopped out of bed. Like most, the young heroine hated Mondays. The beginning of the week just had an icky feeling that no other day po...

String - Friction Interlude I: Comet

March 5th, 2017

Abigail Kingston awoke to sirens blaring.

The piercing alarm rang through her room as she jolted upright in her bed. The lights in her ceiling bathed th...

String - Friction 3.10

I blinked and gasped for air, pain tearing through my back.

Comet, in her panic, had thrown us with more strength than she likely intended. There was a brief feeling of weightlessness as I fl...

String - Turbulence 3.9

As much as I wished it to be, this wasn’t a horror movie.

The figures trapped inside the vats of orange liquid were real people and this was a very real laboratory. In hindsight it...

String - Turbulence 3.8

My crosshair hovered over Comet as she glided down the road and I knew in my soul that I couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger. Besides, even if I wanted to, her telekinetic aura would stop t...

String - Turbulence 3.7

A cocktail of anxiety and fear had me arriving early, but it turned out I wasn’t the only one.

Anomaly was perched on the ledge of the building, staring at the meatworks building two blocks...

String - Turbulence 3.6

“Dude, are you alright? You’ve been out of it all morning.”

I regarded Jackson with a mirthless laugh. Out of all the subjects I was forced to sit through at school, Business Studies an...

Official Story Cover

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String - Turbulence 3.5

Click.

I flicked the switch with my finger and adjusted my aim. Peering down the scope, I analyzed the digital display, noting all the information available to me. Wind speed; 16...