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Welcome to a New Era of Heroes and Villains!

6/16/2017

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I'm proud to announce the launch of the Just-Us-League's second anthology:
Between Heroes and Villains: A Superpower Anthology.
In this volume, we meet fresh faces with fantastic powers! As you immerse yourself deeper into its pages, you may discover that the line between good and evil isn't always clear...

To celebrate the launch, I posted an excerpt from "The Fate of Patient Zero"-- my short story featured in this anthology. The story follows a doctor that is forced to make a decision: save his career...or save his patient.


"THE FATE OF PATIENT ZERO"
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“What thoughts have you been having?”
Silence filled the air. I could feel Lana straining to hear everything. Grayson’s lips tightened into a thin line.
“Grayson. Grayson?” I clasped my hand over his and squeezed. He jumped.
“Sorry. Do I have to?” he asked, and nodded towards Lana.
“Yes. She is your doctor as much as I am now─”
“Fire,” he blurted. Sweat shined on his forehead as strands of golden hair clung to his face.
I motioned for Lana to come forward. “Fire? Please explain. It’s okay. We’re all friends here.”
When Lana arrived at my side, she handed me a thermometer. I twirled the thermometer and slipped it under Grayson’s tongue. His crystal blue eyes widened.
“It’s okay, Grayson. Just checking to make sure you’re healthy.” I breathed through each word to avoid the tremor creeping up my throat.
“Fire,” Grayson croaked. “I think of fire. A fire that has been burning for seven years, roaring for release.”
I scribbled his answer down and tapped the edge of my pen on the last question. “Do you feel safe here?”
Beads of sweat dripped from Grayson’s face onto the floor like a leaky faucet. It even began to soak through his shirt. Ripping the thermometer out, I bit my tongue. I had to assess the situation before I set off any alarm bells.
207 degrees.
The thermometer fell to the floor with a clack. “It’s time…” I whispered to myself."

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