love that he isn't some god and has a power cap and that the world feels real.

She mentioned his boss was Michelle

I wanted to be cool. I wanted to be part of the in super crowd. I applied to the super league of super heroes. S.L.O.S.H laughed at me when I demonstrated my power. I turned a glass of water into soup. I placed the glass of water inside my bowl, used my power, and presented them with the perfect bowl of potato and leek soup. They laughed.

"Water into soup, I'm soo impressed. Hahahaha. Yeah we have a spot for you... in the cafeteria. Hahaha. Get lost mighty Lunch Lady"

It's like none of them had noticed the glass changed to soup too. I only chose the glass of water because it was the first thing I saw. Maybe it would have been more impressive if I had used the table they sat behind, or one of their chairs.

I gave up on my dreams to a golden member of S.L.O.S.H., but I took their advice to become a lunch lady. Not in their sacred halls, but somewhere I was needed and appreciated. I started up stone soup.

Most assumed the name was in reference to the old children's story; A community coming together to feed everyone. I didn't dispute it. It allowed the charity to raise money for more than just soup. Only I knew that whatever soup I made, in limitess amounts, was actually stone soup. I'd thought about using trash, but I couldn't in good conscience use actual rubbish and waste products to make food.

I was never going to be a superhero in the grand sense, but I was a hero to hundreds each day. That should have been enough.

One day I watched the news. For once they weren't talking about S.L.O.S.H members stopping bank robberies, or a bus load of kids saved from crashing into the river. Today it was a meteorite headed to Earth. No one could stop it, not even Meteorman which was ironic.

"What's on the menu today Rosemary?" Asked my assistant as they wandered in. Clearly they hadn't seen the news.

"The biggest batch of stone soup ever. I'm thinking something cool and refreshing, Gazpacho or chilled cucumber perhaps. I just have to go out and get the ingredients."

I grabbed my largest pot and my testing bowl, before I turned back and said

"It's going to taste out of this world"

Believe it or not, the book I'm working on is titled House of Change.

I started on this sub.

If you look at my post history, you'll find a truckload of stories all written in more or less half an hour, most of which had little success. But it's a good way to get it off your chest while working on a bigger thing alongside it.

Said bigger thing being a novel called House of Change.

Nice!

I really like it, I’m just a bit confused about the last bit. Did his book use his name and a different one for the lover? Is Michelle her sister? His sister??? So many possibilities!

Midas touching motheruckers into soup. Fuck man.

Jeesh, that was well written and terrifying

Now I wanna make some Gazpacho. Souperior has good taste.

More parts please! Great read so far

Huh?

Brilliant! I love this. Thank you.

I know-

That was a fantastic story, and thank you for putting me into it!

"Huh, I'm dead.", I thought to myself as I hovered slightly above the wreck that was once my Hyundai Tucson. While I did have a fun life and achieved everything I wanted, I didn't expect to... go out with a bang. Hehe. That's what you get for being distracted while driving.

Anyways, as they say, death is an adventure! Erm... it is, right? Right?

As I drifted away from the sight of my untimely demise, I suddenly heard a thunderous boom above me. When I looked around me, all I saw was fluffy white clouds. "So, this is heaven?", I exclaimed to no one in particular.

As I looked around, a voice from above boomed. "YOU MAY REINCARNATE AS: A ROCK, A SHEET OF PAPER, OR A PAIR OF SCISSORS. CHOOSE WISELY."

"A rock, paper and scissors? Are you fucking joking?", I screamed incredulously up at the sky. This was not the post-death adventure I was expecting.

"THIS MESSAGE WAS SPONSORED BY BIG ROCK, BIG PAPER, AND BIG SCISSORS. CHOOSE WISELY.", the voice continued to drone.

"I'm a good person! Why am I here!", I continued yelling at the sky, before realising that it was rather fruitless to shout at nothing. Like, who was Big Rock supposed to be even?

Back home, I was always the undisputed king of Rock Paper Scissors. I'll even tell you a secret, all you need to remember that the average filthy casual player plays in the order of Rock, Paper, Scissors. But here, I was outclassed. And I didn't like that.

"Fine, you little shit! I choose rock!", I yelled at the being above me. What the fuck kind of choice was this even? Maybe I was hallucinating while in the hospital or dreaming this.

"YOUR INSOLENCE SHALL BE HARSHLY PUNISHED! CHOOSE WISELY!", it thundered. Why did every sentence have to end with choose wisely?

Immediately, I was turned into a bog-standard small chunk of rock. As I surveyed my roundish body, I realised that I couldn't control my movements!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", I screamed as I hurtled through a familiar sky. As I flew further, I realised that the area was indeed familiar, with the highway I drove on everyday and the surrounding pine forest. In particular, I was moving straight towards a certain dark blue SUV car. It, too, looked familiar. But why?

Oh wait. It was my Hyundai Tucson.

The last thing I remembered as I shattered the glass windshield was my very own shocked face.

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Rock fall, you die

That last line made me genuinely laugh out loud!

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Have you taken your mnestics today?

It was a strange feeling, I won't lie. It was similar to seeing an ex in public sfter having poured so much heart and emotion into that relationship. And now she was just someone that used to see you naked. But I was tutoring her sons in English class.

"Has he been doing his homework?" Solastra's apparentl alter ego, a Denny's employee named Marisha Matthews. I could tell she'd had the same realization when she spoke threw her teeth. "Mr. Richards?"

"Yes, they're actually showing alot of improvement." I said bluntly. I wasn't lying, her sons were incredibly smart. "We just gotta make sure we...?" I glanced at the boys. Their eyes lit up for a moment, the same flare I'd seen a hundred times fighting Solastra.

"Turn! In! Our! Homework!" They chanted while beating their chest to rhythm of Tarzan. I'd convinced them that reading material doesn't have to be boring when your mind can think like a camera. I'd showed them the original Tarzan film, in black snd white. They were 13 and already cinematic coniseurs!

""Good. Boys? Would you mind getting in the car. You can play your music as loud as you want." She said without breaking eye contact, handing them the keys.

"So...am I the only one thinking this is weird?" I asked her.

"No kidding." She said.

If we'd had the time to give our dialogue am awkward pause, we'd have chosen so. She looked back at her kids with admiration for a moment then refocused on me.

"If you even think, about putting a hand on," she began.

"Sol- Mrs. Matthews." I said. "I swear to you, I would never think about pulling your children into this."

"They already are." She said.

"I'm just letting you know that if you so much as scrape past one of my sons in the hallways, lets just say that university you live so close to, you know, the one your daughter is attending? I know the swim team has access to a pretty big lake, if you catch my drift."

"Mrs- You. I promise you that I will not harm your children. I would never think of such an act!" I said firmly. "But what do you mean the boys have been...you've roped them into this?"

"Oh absolutely. My sons have great memories...great.....memories." there was alot if emphasis on those last two words. I

"You're...using your sons as spys, aren't you." I asked her.

"Was it that obvious?" She smirked.

We managed a short pause.

"Good day, Mrs. Matthews. I think you should stay in tonight, they say there's gonna be a chance of rain." I glared at her.

"Have a pleasant evening Mr. Richard's. I'll have to ignore your suggestion, The Mayor is expecting me tonight at 9. I hope you don't mind, but I actually found your daughter's number on a babysitting website. I was thinking tonight would be a great night to see what my kids think."

"I beg your-"

"I'll be dropping Eli and Eric off at your place. Your daughter actually suggested it. And, you should also mow your lawn, it needs it."

Just like Solastra, she just loved to talked. And if it's anything I've learned in fighting the dictators, mad scientists and world-ruling supervillians, is if the enemy wants to talk, let them.

They're usually too distracted in being caught up in their own ego and their pride, they can't react to a well placed kick to the knees can do.

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She was nothing, in the great scheme of things.

Rowan's childhood friend: that was it, was what sealed her spot in the Chosen One's party and it'd made sense when they'd started, when it was just her and him and the long road ahead. But now?

Everyone in the kingdom knows the prophecy, now; has heard of the one fated to be the downfall of the Demon King, and of Rowan's steadily-growing list of victories over every monster and opponent they faced.

Now, it's not just her who's in his party– there's the cleric who joined them three towns after Rowan killed the wyrm plaguing her village, the barbarian who regularly fist-fought bears for fun, and the paladin who singlehandedly defeated the Demon King's general by the mountain pass, and the point is, she has no place here.

She knows it, so do the others. She's not the best hunter, or healer, or cook: she's dead weight slowing almost the entire party down, just another mouth to feed and a liability in just about every fight they get into. She's a mere village girl, surrounded by legends in the making. Regularly sets up a bedroll next to the cleric capable of reattaching limbs without batting an eye, and the mage who summons fireballs with a flick of the wrist and a quicksilver smile, and if she thinks about it too much, she can't help but feel lightheaded because, really, she is in way over her head.

But she can't leave.

The first and only time she'd so much as brought it up, Rowan had stood stock-still for a second, and the look on his face meant she immediately laughed it off as a joke. The other party members, too, had all paled, and she might not be as close to the others but there was no mistaking the fear in their eyes. Fear, from the people who'd slain a black dragon not the week before and that's when she realizes the severity of the situation.

It'd be funny, if the fate of the kingdom didn't depend on them.

Depend on her, being at the Chosen One's side.

Why her? All she'd done was be at the right place at the right time, and hadn't thought twice about befriending the neighbors' son when he was around her age. He'd been all solemn eyes and shy smiles and she hadn't really thought much of the childish promises they'd made at the time, the ones of what they wanted to be when they grew up, of exploring together–

But here they were: two people caught up in a prophecy about the fate of the kingdom that saw them hundreds of miles from home, with far too many near-death experiences for comfort. The boy she'd once taught to climb trees was now the wielder of a legendary sword, and she... had a battered lute she'd gotten for two coppers and a spare hair ribbon, because it'd been her first birthday away from home.

After battles with monsters, and assassination attempts, and far more tavern brawls than anyone bothered to count; after the cities' names started blurring together, and dozens of letters home, and filling multiple journals with all the sights and names of their adventures– the day of the Demon King's fall finally arrived.

The day that would determine the future of the kingdom, and, more importantly, would let them finally go home.

Predictably, she was in way over her head. Shouldn't have set foot anywhere near the Demon King's castle; but Rowan needed her, the same way he'd always had.

So when the moment comes, it really, really shouldn't have been a surprise when the inevitable happened. When everyone else was desperately fending off the hordes of demons, and Rowan lost his footing for a second as the Demon King lunged, and–

She was nothing, in the great scheme of things.

But she tried her best anyway, even though she knew she was doomed even as she managed to crack her lute on his skull.

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That didn't keep Rowan from losing it, though.

Didn't keep the Chosen One from finishing what she'd started, dispatching the dreaded Demon King with a roar and sweeping up her up in his arms, desperate for a way to stop the bleeding.

Didn't keep the battle from crashing to a halt, as he screamed her name, and clutched her to his chest long after the light had left her eyes.

​

She was nothing, in the great scheme of things– but she was his world.

So Rowan found himself picking up the Demon King's treatise on necromancy, after the cleric's failure in reviving his beloved. Because what was the point of all this, of saving the kingdom and defeating the monster who'd terrorized them all, if he couldn't go home again?

(He would never, ever let her go.)

Hypnos was standing a good few feet away from his arch nemesis, Prometheus, looking absolutely stunned.

And Prometheus was shocked, his eyes widening under the pig skull he uses as a mask.

"Go on then." Hypnos urged him, a kind smile plastered on his lips, even tought no one could see it under the gas mask. "I'll listen." The people around them started mumbling, complaining.

"I- Aren't we supposed to fight now?" Prometheus asked, his blue long cape shifted as he stapped from one legg to another, he swiched his hold on the twin blades he used in fights.

"Are we?" Hypnos asked, and he adjusted his dark green gas mask, and laid on the axe he uses to fight, crafted from uranium, with the best technology avaible. "Now what was that about anarchy?" He asked before grabbing the handle of his weapon again. With a light step he was in Prometheus's personal space, face just inches away from the others, even tough the villain was three or four inches taller. Dark blue eyes stared into the empity voids of the skull.

"W-wha- Personal space dude!" Prometheus stepped back, guard up. He felt his blood rushing up to his face.

"But I am curious about what you think." Hypnos pouted.

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