|The protagonist of my current original fiction project, about a cynical, wannabe mad scientist in a world of superheroes and -villains.|
Nicolae Rodriguez Character SketchSummary: Original fiction, a character sketch done for school. A wannabe supervillain walks to a hotel.Nicolae Rodriguez Character Sketch by ~JoeMerl
The young man exited the bus depot and began to walk. He did not want to walk, but taking a cab would involve human contact and he wanted that even less.
He pulled his cap down over his forehead like a nervous tic, trying to hide his hair. It was red, not orange-red but blood red, so that anyone who did not know him would automatically assume it was dyed. He should have dyed it a more normal color, but in all honestly his hair was one of the only physical features he liked about himself. It was just inconvenient if you wanted to stay hidden.
He was in his early twenties, tall and thin, and he took long strides toward his destination. He was wearing a dark gray sweater with black pants, which were making him feel unpleasantly warm. His horn-rimmed glasses hid blue eyes that were directed down toward the sidewalk. His duffel bag swung on his shoulder with each stride, holding th
ContinuitySummary: Original fiction. Calvin is annoyed when his foster-son sneaks out in the middle of the night. Fortunately, he knows where to go to find him.Continuity by ~JoeMerl
It was the dead of night, but St. Seraphim Mission was clearly alive. Calvin Kim could see light coming from the stained-glass windows as he pulled up in his car, with the sound of chanting and music wafting over the half-filled parking lot.
He stormed up to the front doors and then hesitated for just a moment. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Then he opened the heavy front door and slipped into the church.
Only a few of the worshipers turned as he entered, and their interest lasted for only a moment. Calvin shut the door behind him and edged along the back wall, his anger quickly replaced by awkwardness. All of the congregants were singing, mostly in a language that Calvin didn’t understand. The priest (minister? reverend? Calvin was pretty sure it was a priest) was in front of the altar; he wore black robes a
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