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Superhero Stories

What makes a good superhero? What attracts us to the idea of superheroes? I have been considering these questions a lot lately. I get annoyed at superheroes like Captain America and Superman. They are too patriotic for my taste. It’s not so much about right or wrong for them, it’s about protecting the Americans. They also offer silly ideas about hyper-masculinity. Superman is almost perfect. And Captain America suggests that small men are weak and can’t do anything to protect anyone. Only a large man with a lot of muscles can fight the bad guys. I don’t like the heroes that have all the super powers. The ones with the strength that no human could manage, and the magic that allows them to stop people with force fields or telekinesis or what have you. I like the heroes who see a problem with the world and use their intellects to solve the problem. I like Batman who saw the corruption that plagued Gotham and used his money and intelligence to fight the corruption that was too much for even the police and politicians to handle. In fact, they partook in the problem. I like Robin who is just a child, and has no powers, but is able to use his training to bring down people twice his size. And he is even capable of leading his own group of superheroes. I like Nightwing, who was once Robin, because he uses his wit to make up for his lack of powers. He has Batman’s intelligence, but he also has a sense of humor. And I like Ironman. Tony Stark appears to be aloof and only interested in his own ego, but he cares more about the world than he lets on. When he finds out about the corruption in his business, he decides to fight back against it. He even stops making weapons and decides to focus on energy production instead. He, again, uses his money and intelligence to improve the world. I could go on, but this post would be huge if I did.

What are your favorite superheroes, and why?

What do you think is the biggest problem in the superhero/comic book industry?

Story Part 3

“What do you think it is?” Shay asked Sarah. They were lying in their beds examining their figurines with flashlights. The rest of their room was dark and the sky outside was clear and full of stars. They were supposed to be asleep, but they were too excited to care.
“I don’t know,” Sarah said. “I think mine’s a scholar of some sort. I think they are holding a tablet. Maybe it’s a Shaman though. Or a farmer. I hope it’s a scholar.”
“Mine looks like a cat person,” Shay replied. “I wonder if it’s a god of some sort.” She flipped the figure around trying to find any indication of what the little figure was. “Oh no,” she hissed. The figure had tumbled out of her fingers and hit the metal frame on her bed. With a loud ting, it fell towards the ground.
When it hit the ground, Shay could tell that something was wrong. There were now two objects lying side by side on the ground.
Shay jumped out of bed and grabbed the figure. “Oh no,” she repeated. She looked at it closely with her flashlight. “What the…” she whispered.
“What?” Sarah asked.
Shay walked over to her and showed her the little figure. It’s head had popped off to reveal hollow center, but the head was still attached by a tiny hinge. There was a tiny scroll inside.
“Wow,” Sarah said. She looked at the head of her own figure. Sure enough there was a hinge on it’s head as well. She flipped it open and found a similar scroll.
“What do you think these are?” Shay asked.

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