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(genre: mature, psychological, short story) I love Superman. When I first discovered Superman as a kid, I never stopped reading about him. I thought to myself 'like wow, this guy's pretty awesome.' How he was able to leap the tallest building on a single bound, how he's faster than a speeding locomotive, how nothing can hurt him. I mean, he's the best. I wanted to be like him because he's unstoppable. Nothing can stop him. Well, there's the kryptonite, but that just adds drama and effect and he's never been beaten before. So, yeah, I love Superman and he's my hero.  I wanted to be like Superman and I always bought a lot of comic books. I tried drawing him and I found it funny how he was wearing his underwear outside. But then I just kept on drawing him over and over, until I didn't mind the underwear that he wore outside. I mean does that mean he doesn't have an underwear inside? Anyway, I memorized drawing him and I loved drawing his logo. H...

I did it. I finally did it. It wasn't so bad. I thought I would never be able to approach the person who I truly love. But I said everything. I confessed. My fear was all a lie. And what I'm feeling afterwards isn't so bad. It really hurt at first, but the pain gradually subsided. I'm fulfilled. Soon I was able to understand that it's for the best. After all, how can love bear fruit in a month? I'm content. I'm satisfied. I mean, wouldn't it be tragic if love bloomed only to suddenly wilt? Would it be worth to be together and not have a happy ending?  "We'll begin the procedure... I want you to count from one to ten... so you won't feel the pain..." But I have nothing to regret. It's finished. I can go now. I started to count. "One." The light's so bright. "Two." And I'm a bit cold. "Three." It's fine either way; I don't regret anything. "Four." I just wanted to tell you how I ...

"I'm not sure. I probably won't be able to come, because I'm attending a conference tomorrow afternoon." I said. "But I'll try my best. Advanced happy birthday. Bye." I hung up my cell phone and stepped out of the car. I was on my way to pickup my dry-cleaning. The shop next to the Laundromat is a flower shop. As I walked past the flower shop, I couldn't help notice the little girl standing in front of its door. She looked like she wanted to go inside, but she was probably too shy. I ignored the little girl and continued my way inside the Laundromat where my suit awaits. I'll be using the suit for my business conference tomorrow. I wasn't really on a hurry, but I thought it was ready. Apparently, something wrong happened to one of their dry-cleaners, so my suit got delayed and I had to wait for half an hour before it was ready.  The lady in the Laundromat apologized, but I told them that it was no problem. So I picked up my suit and left....

Has it been 3 years? I believe it has. My life in the university is difficult and hectic and I'm only on my first year. I should've picked a lighter load, because I get stressed very often. But even with a lighter load, I find myself busy during the day with some free time at night. Unfortunately, I'm still unfamiliar of the campus and they say it's dangerous to go wandering at night. My history course required us to watch a play tonight and submit a two page essay. The play was scheduled to start at 9 PM. It was lengthy, but the story was simple that I immediately knew how to start on my essay. It was already late when we finished. I wanted to hurry home because I still had to write the essay. So I picked going through the 'shortcut' instead. However, I should've remembered the folks' advise: the shortcut is dangerous at night. I was in a hurry so I still chose to go through the shortcut. Soon enough, it was too late for me to turn back. ...

My week hasn't been productive, so I'm still up studying late at night. It's 12AM and I decided to make a cup of coffee to keep awake. Then I hear a knock on my door. What concerns me a bit is that it's also raining outside this late night, so I wonder who it could be. I slowly opened the door and meet a man in front of my doorstep, drenched and clutching himself from the rain. "I'm sorry to bother you. My tire went flat and I need to change it, but it's dark out here. Can I borrow a flashlight?" The street was too dark and I couldn't see anything well because of the broken street lamp, but I've never seen anyone look so desperate in my life. I was faced with a personal dilemma of whether to help this stranger at night or not. But is this perhaps a test? "Sure. I can lend you my flashlight. Hold on." I noticed that I may have caught him off guard from my response with his round eyes and raised eyebrows. I turned around and...

I gave up on being kind. Being kind isn't giving one giant good deed to others, but it's the act of giving little good deeds over time. Exhausting, isn't it? So yes, I've given up on being kind. Besides, sometimes some people misunderstand, others think I'm showing off, and there are those who abuse my generosity -- which is dumb and frustrating. My shift has been transferred to the night shift after a month in my new workplace. So I ride the last bus home. I can't miss it, because there's no other way to go home. Using a taxi every night is simply expensive. Every night, I make sure I have spare change with me. And whenever I get off from work and ride the bus, I hear the coins jingle down the machine -- followed by the "Thank you." of the bus driver. I've started to know the old bus driver, since he's always the old bus driver whenever I come home. And he's like a machine that always says thank you after the coins jingle -- kin...

One day, there was a happy family. The couple had only one child, but they couldn't be any happier. Dad cherished his son so much that when he was in the crib, dad told him, "I'll never let something bad happen to you. I promise." Their only son was excellent in school. He learned very quickly, and he was great all around at school. Still, he enjoyed playing, like other children do. He helped at home with chores as well. He loved spending time with his family -- he's a good son. During his 12th birthday, a tragedy occurred when his mom died from a car accident. Both of them witness mom pass away in the hospital and the boy held his dad's hand tight. Dad looked down, and the boy looked up. They saw each of them crying. Then dad knelt and preciously hugged him. "I will never let something bad happen to you. I promise." he whispered to his son. From then on, everything turned sour. Their family slowly started to decay. And as time passed, the s...

When I was a child, my mom would always sing me her lullaby. It would always make me feel warm and cozy under my blanket. The stroke of her hand while singing would make any pain go away and it was her magic that never failed to make me fall asleep. Some kids like their bedtime stories. As for me, I just tug my mom while she's cooking or reading and tell her that I'm going to sleep. Mom would then put down whatever she's doing and both of us would go to my bedroom. Then I would listen to her lullaby. I love my mom's lullaby. It's one of a kind and it soothes me from the inside and out. One time, I did my very best hiding my face away from her, because I cried from her lullaby. Such love, such warmth, I thought she was truly one of a kind -- this is the love of my mother. Time passed and it was impossible to keep myself from growing up. I would no longer tug my mom for her lullaby. Instead, every night, my mom would go to my room, and sing me her lullaby while ...

It was a quiet Thursday afternoon. "I'm very sorry about the incident. A lot of things happened last night, sir. I-- I know that we've already talked about this earlier... I'm sorry for being unusual during my presentation. It won't happen again I promise... No, sir, I meant if you give me another chance it won't happen again. Please, just give me another chance. I'm-- I'm calling you from a phone booth." He blew out a sigh. "My cellphone was stolen. I really need this job. I'm begging you... I am worthless, yes! I'm begging you again! I know already begged in the office, sir! Please, understand! Don't fire me-- hello? hello?... hell--" The air was no longer quiet. A lonely man stood inside the lonely phone booth. Although he is still young, it seemed like he had already lost count of his miserable years. The desperate man could barely hang up the black receiver with his trembling hand. But after putting it down, he grabb...