So, you’ve decided to become a wardrobe designer! But not just any wardrobe designer. YOU have gone the extra mile: you’ve claimed the indestructible scissors, the adamantium needles, and the phlebotinum-powered industrial sewing machine. You’re ready to wield the mighty powers of fire-retardant thread and invincible self-cleaning fabric. You want to become a fashion designer for SUPERS. (Click to continue reading.)
“So what’s the plan? We do have a plan, right?” (Click to continue reading.)
“Are you following me?” (Click to continue reading.)
Nothing. Daniel checked the city network with his laptop like clockwork every few minutes, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. Still nothing. He would have banged his fist against the keyboard if he had the energy, but the stomach flu running wild through his system only turned the anxiety into more nausea. (Click to continue reading.)
They met on the park bench by the duck pond, their favorite place to sit and snuggle and watch the stars on cold nights. But tonight was different. Dave sat on one end and Sue on the other, facing each other. (Click to continue reading.)
Kenny careened through the hallways, sliding on polished concrete as he whipped around corners. More millipede robots stared at him as he passed; some even turned to follow. But he didn’t notice. His ears were too full of the pounding of his own heart. (Click to continue reading.)
“Kenny? Kenny, are you still there? Kenny!” (Click to continue reading.)
“There it is.” August pointed down, her eyes nearly shut with squinting. “I’m telling you, it’s the same one.” (Click to continue reading.)
Laura stared blankly at the brown cardboard box full of – to name it honestly – junk, which had just been deposited at the foot of her bed. She glanced up at her sister, who was practically vibrating with excitement. (Click to continue reading.)
Jay blinked, hand still reaching for the nonexistent vending machine. In front of him, glowing blue lights flashed on an unfamiliar street, with car-like vehicles floating through the air above it. (Click to continue reading.)
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