Full Limitby armidChaptersI ain't gonna give upRight next to the endMy actual abilityDineer, at peaceAre you seriousI ain't gonna give upHe aimed his gun at the dummies, I stood right in front of them to take the hit instead of them. He shot. It hit me hard. He shot a couple of other times, but I took them all, but then he aimed at the other dummy and shot. I jumped to catch it but I couldn’t. “Two out, one left!” he said as he aimed at the last dummy. I stood in front of it and took every single ball he shot. They were hard, but and I needed to do something about it. “Think, Flame, think!” I was telling myself. Steely just started shooting faster. “Are you just going to stand there?” he said. I tried to catch the balls, but they were coming at me with so much acceleration. I couldn’t stand the hits any longer and his shots were becoming harder and harder. Then I thought of taking the dummy out of his sight so he couldn’t hit it. I ran back towards it, picking it up while my back was taking the damage. “Hey! What are you doing?” Steely shouted as he saw me taking the dummy and putting it behind a car so it would be safe. After that, I returned to the battlefield with no worries. Now it was time to be SUPER MEGA EPIC. “Now it’s just you and me, Steely!” I shouted just to inform him about how soon he was going to lose the game. “OK, then, I guess it’s time for plan B.” He changed the tube of the gun, putting on a tube with “Sticky Ball” written on the barrel. “Is that filled with your stupid glue?” “Nah, it’s filled with balls that are coated with the glue!” Just when he said that, I regretted what I just said. “Can’t we just settle this with a conversation, pal?” “What’s fun about that?” He shot one ball at me but I managed to dodge it. I took off my gloves and flamed my hands. “Whatever you say, buddy" he didn't respond "It’s show time!” Author's Note Make sure to check out other chapters too. Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen. Right next to the end“OK, so you just cheated, which I expected. We are now playing a different game.” Steely said as he was messing with the gun. “If you manage to get to me under a minute and thirty, you win!” That sounded more fun to me but I still needed to deal with his glue balls. I don’t remember writing it somewhere before, so I’ll just say that his glue is made to become stickier with heat. He designed it to be able to attach scraps together and to stay attached when it was on top of an engine or something. So, in another words, I can’t just burn it off if they hit me. “Can we not do this, and I can just apologize for not listening to you?” I didn’t want my clothes to be pinned by those balls. “Sorry, I’m not falling for that trick for the...” I could see he was counting with his finger. “Nevermind, your countdown starts NOW!” He started shooting, and it was SUPER MEGA FAST. I just kept running from left to right and right to left so he couldn’t hit but I needed to move forward, too, otherwise he’d just force me to run out the clock. So I thought rolling was a good option; it was unexpected. Though I couldn’t just roll the whole 15 to 20 meter distance between us and I’d be limited to moving in one direction. Then I noticed that my hands were still flamed and I wasn’t doing anything with them. But what could I possibly be able to do with them? Then I thought: “What if I boost my movement with it?” So I tried it, jumping and blasting the ground with my flames. The result was impressive; I covered a pretty massive distance. “Whoa! Seems like you’re getting the hang of it,” Steely shouted, “but you still have a lesson to learn!” He changed the barrel, technically reloading his gun, and started shooting again. I was just having fun with my new discovery, jumping around from here to there, till suddenly one of the balls hit me! It wasn’t so hard, but it hit my leg and was just hanging there. That threw me off the trail, then he managed to shoot a couple of others at me which gave me some extra weigh to deal with. Also Steely got used to my trick and just pinned me to the ground in mid-air. I was stuck. “Gotcha!” He kept shooting more now that he immobilized me. It was just balls all around me. I tried to get up but the glue was keeping me down. I tried to stand again and again, but it wasn’t working. “Just to let you know, you have 30 seconds to reach me, but I don’t think you’re in a position to continue the game, are you?” I couldn’t give up, I was just at it. I was so close. I can’t stop and I can’t back down. Not while I’m only a few meters away from him. “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!” I tried to stand, with all my force, all my power, with everything that I had in me, with my full limit! Then all of a sudden, all the balls got blasted away, I was standing. It was then that I realized that I’d ponied up! Author's Note Make sure to check out other chapters too! Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen. My actual abilityI didn’t hesitate, I jumped over Steely and his gun, but I thought I saw him holding some sort of ball. When I landed behind him I turned around and announced my victory: “I win; not like there was any doubt.” Then Steely turned back, with some kind of a mechanical ball in his hands. “What’s that?” I asked. “We have a lot to talk about.” Steely said. So we picked up our stuff and Steely set up his black board and drew some stuff on it. I didn’t know what it was at first, but then I figured out what it was. “Isn’t that the Fire Triangle?” “Yes, and your power is connected to this.” At first I was lost, but then I thought that it’s the triangle of fire after all. “You see,” he started explaining again, “between all of this you have a measure of control of heat, which is why you can control other flames and remain immune to them.” That sounded interesting. “Though you can’t create other fuels to just get ignited but you have the force to use your own body and hands as an ignition source and use that to spread fire wherever you want.” So that’s how it works. A little bittle of geekiness won’t hurt I guess. But he wasn’t over. “Flame counts as plasma since it’s made out of many different substances, which clarify it’s not an element but a mixture of hot gases, and if you give them enough heat, it reaches the plasma state. They conduct electricity through them and that’s why you could blast the ground with it and jump higher.” OK, now it was getting complicated so I decided to change the subject. “So what’s up with the mechanic ball?” He picked it up from the ground and explained. “By studying how the girls pony up and how you ponied up I came to the conclusion that it’s the time they spread the most magical energy out of themselves. Twilight showed me the blueprint of the device she built to seek magic and store it. But it had problems since it just drained too much and couldn’t hold it in, so I redesigned it and made it function better. Now it will only take a small part of magic that we spread and store it into a crystal.” He twisted the left side of the ball and it opened. There was a glowing crystal inside and it was quite small. “And it doesn’t drain a lot and go crazy. I decided to call it The Collector Orb!” “Wow!” was all I could say. I was that impressed. Then I realized something. “Wait, now you have a part of my power?” “Uh, yes. It’s inside of the crystal.” “Why do you want it?” “For experiments! Now, do you want to hear how my power works?” “No, thanks,” I just rushed out of there. If he started talking I was doomed to listen. Besides it was getting late, anyway. Author's Note Make sure to check out other chapters too! Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen. Dineer, at peaceEven though there is a lot of weird stuff happening, home is where I find peace. We had fish for dinner and it was delicious; it was Grandma Butter’s fish, after all. And guess what, we were all together, well almost all. Uncle Fancy Cash couldn’t make it out to be with us. But it was still fine. A happy family, like we always used to be. After dinner, Dad decided to play a little piano, and I wouldn’t miss my chance for a music duel! So I went and picked up my violin and answered the beat that he was making with another of my own. He looked back. “This means war, son!” “Nah, this means the victory horn!” He started playing, gave the beat speed and more base. I gave mine more ups and downs and speed so I could compete with him. Everyone was watching, Grandma Rose, Grandma Butters, Grandpa Light and all the servants. We were exchanging beating one after another, getting faster, faster and SUPER MEGA FAST, until Dad’s finger slipped and granted me another victory. “C’mon, I was just warming up!” “I went easy on you.” “Yeah, whatever!” He clearly couldn’t keep up! “Anyway, I’m going to bed. Good night!” “Good night, Flame!” “sweet dreams, dear!” said Grandma Butters. “Sleep soft!” Grandpa Light said as he was rolling his wheelchair. “Good night Flaming Star.” Said Grandma Rose. And that’s what I call a great dinner. Author's Note Stay patient for other stories. Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen. Are you seriousDear Diary, In the past days, I’ve seen my friend being frozen, seen a maniac running around a school and tearing it down, and finally, we got a teacher who gives you full mark for disagreeing with him?! Now I know it sounds SUPER MEGA STUPID, but it actually happened! Our new History teacher, named “Prof. Skull Mustache,” threw the textbook out the window, gave a written exam which I rather not take. And guess what happened next: he subtracted 10 marks from the ones who took the exam and gave me the full mark for the next session oral exam! And I was standing there like “what just happened?”. Also I gotta point out that it was our first session with him. And at the end of the day, we saw him riding away in his black Cadillac deVille. I just can’t describe how exited Steely was when he saw his car. At least I don’t have to tolerate Ms. Dusty Fossils’ exaggerations anymore. Anyway, now I can chill and start reading my other subjects since the exams are right around the corner. And I will probably be crashing at Steely’s house for the weekend. Exactly the one thing that helps to make the exam season tolerable. Thought the day couldn’t end without a practice session in the Cars’ Graveyard and we couldn’t get there without a Race! Steely lectured me again about how crazy I get when we are racing, but seriously, can you compare what happened in the past days with me jumping on top of cars and taking a short look at the house of someone while I was just cutting through there to get ahead of him? Of course not. The result was clear; I won again and Steely sighed as always. Then Steely put on his fire-proof outfit and we started practice. This time he wanted me to protect some dummies at any cost but he never actually said from what but I figured that out myself when he sat behind the baseball gun! “Three dummies, that’s all you have to protect. From these.....BALLS!” he said as he turned on the gun. “Is this some sort of revenge cuz’ I didn’t listen to you?” I was hoping it wasn’t but it was. The first ball got shot and it hit a dummy. “One out!” he shouted. It was then that I understood. The game was on. Author's Note Make sure to check out other chapters too! Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen
I ain't gonna give upHe aimed his gun at the dummies, I stood right in front of them to take the hit instead of them. He shot. It hit me hard. He shot a couple of other times, but I took them all, but then he aimed at the other dummy and shot. I jumped to catch it but I couldn’t. “Two out, one left!” he said as he aimed at the last dummy. I stood in front of it and took every single ball he shot. They were hard, but and I needed to do something about it. “Think, Flame, think!” I was telling myself. Steely just started shooting faster. “Are you just going to stand there?” he said. I tried to catch the balls, but they were coming at me with so much acceleration. I couldn’t stand the hits any longer and his shots were becoming harder and harder. Then I thought of taking the dummy out of his sight so he couldn’t hit it. I ran back towards it, picking it up while my back was taking the damage. “Hey! What are you doing?” Steely shouted as he saw me taking the dummy and putting it behind a car so it would be safe. After that, I returned to the battlefield with no worries. Now it was time to be SUPER MEGA EPIC. “Now it’s just you and me, Steely!” I shouted just to inform him about how soon he was going to lose the game. “OK, then, I guess it’s time for plan B.” He changed the tube of the gun, putting on a tube with “Sticky Ball” written on the barrel. “Is that filled with your stupid glue?” “Nah, it’s filled with balls that are coated with the glue!” Just when he said that, I regretted what I just said. “Can’t we just settle this with a conversation, pal?” “What’s fun about that?” He shot one ball at me but I managed to dodge it. I took off my gloves and flamed my hands. “Whatever you say, buddy" he didn't respond "It’s show time!” Author's Note Make sure to check out other chapters too. Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen.
Right next to the end“OK, so you just cheated, which I expected. We are now playing a different game.” Steely said as he was messing with the gun. “If you manage to get to me under a minute and thirty, you win!” That sounded more fun to me but I still needed to deal with his glue balls. I don’t remember writing it somewhere before, so I’ll just say that his glue is made to become stickier with heat. He designed it to be able to attach scraps together and to stay attached when it was on top of an engine or something. So, in another words, I can’t just burn it off if they hit me. “Can we not do this, and I can just apologize for not listening to you?” I didn’t want my clothes to be pinned by those balls. “Sorry, I’m not falling for that trick for the...” I could see he was counting with his finger. “Nevermind, your countdown starts NOW!” He started shooting, and it was SUPER MEGA FAST. I just kept running from left to right and right to left so he couldn’t hit but I needed to move forward, too, otherwise he’d just force me to run out the clock. So I thought rolling was a good option; it was unexpected. Though I couldn’t just roll the whole 15 to 20 meter distance between us and I’d be limited to moving in one direction. Then I noticed that my hands were still flamed and I wasn’t doing anything with them. But what could I possibly be able to do with them? Then I thought: “What if I boost my movement with it?” So I tried it, jumping and blasting the ground with my flames. The result was impressive; I covered a pretty massive distance. “Whoa! Seems like you’re getting the hang of it,” Steely shouted, “but you still have a lesson to learn!” He changed the barrel, technically reloading his gun, and started shooting again. I was just having fun with my new discovery, jumping around from here to there, till suddenly one of the balls hit me! It wasn’t so hard, but it hit my leg and was just hanging there. That threw me off the trail, then he managed to shoot a couple of others at me which gave me some extra weigh to deal with. Also Steely got used to my trick and just pinned me to the ground in mid-air. I was stuck. “Gotcha!” He kept shooting more now that he immobilized me. It was just balls all around me. I tried to get up but the glue was keeping me down. I tried to stand again and again, but it wasn’t working. “Just to let you know, you have 30 seconds to reach me, but I don’t think you’re in a position to continue the game, are you?” I couldn’t give up, I was just at it. I was so close. I can’t stop and I can’t back down. Not while I’m only a few meters away from him. “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!” I tried to stand, with all my force, all my power, with everything that I had in me, with my full limit! Then all of a sudden, all the balls got blasted away, I was standing. It was then that I realized that I’d ponied up! Author's Note Make sure to check out other chapters too! Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen.
My actual abilityI didn’t hesitate, I jumped over Steely and his gun, but I thought I saw him holding some sort of ball. When I landed behind him I turned around and announced my victory: “I win; not like there was any doubt.” Then Steely turned back, with some kind of a mechanical ball in his hands. “What’s that?” I asked. “We have a lot to talk about.” Steely said. So we picked up our stuff and Steely set up his black board and drew some stuff on it. I didn’t know what it was at first, but then I figured out what it was. “Isn’t that the Fire Triangle?” “Yes, and your power is connected to this.” At first I was lost, but then I thought that it’s the triangle of fire after all. “You see,” he started explaining again, “between all of this you have a measure of control of heat, which is why you can control other flames and remain immune to them.” That sounded interesting. “Though you can’t create other fuels to just get ignited but you have the force to use your own body and hands as an ignition source and use that to spread fire wherever you want.” So that’s how it works. A little bittle of geekiness won’t hurt I guess. But he wasn’t over. “Flame counts as plasma since it’s made out of many different substances, which clarify it’s not an element but a mixture of hot gases, and if you give them enough heat, it reaches the plasma state. They conduct electricity through them and that’s why you could blast the ground with it and jump higher.” OK, now it was getting complicated so I decided to change the subject. “So what’s up with the mechanic ball?” He picked it up from the ground and explained. “By studying how the girls pony up and how you ponied up I came to the conclusion that it’s the time they spread the most magical energy out of themselves. Twilight showed me the blueprint of the device she built to seek magic and store it. But it had problems since it just drained too much and couldn’t hold it in, so I redesigned it and made it function better. Now it will only take a small part of magic that we spread and store it into a crystal.” He twisted the left side of the ball and it opened. There was a glowing crystal inside and it was quite small. “And it doesn’t drain a lot and go crazy. I decided to call it The Collector Orb!” “Wow!” was all I could say. I was that impressed. Then I realized something. “Wait, now you have a part of my power?” “Uh, yes. It’s inside of the crystal.” “Why do you want it?” “For experiments! Now, do you want to hear how my power works?” “No, thanks,” I just rushed out of there. If he started talking I was doomed to listen. Besides it was getting late, anyway. Author's Note Make sure to check out other chapters too! Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen.
Dineer, at peaceEven though there is a lot of weird stuff happening, home is where I find peace. We had fish for dinner and it was delicious; it was Grandma Butter’s fish, after all. And guess what, we were all together, well almost all. Uncle Fancy Cash couldn’t make it out to be with us. But it was still fine. A happy family, like we always used to be. After dinner, Dad decided to play a little piano, and I wouldn’t miss my chance for a music duel! So I went and picked up my violin and answered the beat that he was making with another of my own. He looked back. “This means war, son!” “Nah, this means the victory horn!” He started playing, gave the beat speed and more base. I gave mine more ups and downs and speed so I could compete with him. Everyone was watching, Grandma Rose, Grandma Butters, Grandpa Light and all the servants. We were exchanging beating one after another, getting faster, faster and SUPER MEGA FAST, until Dad’s finger slipped and granted me another victory. “C’mon, I was just warming up!” “I went easy on you.” “Yeah, whatever!” He clearly couldn’t keep up! “Anyway, I’m going to bed. Good night!” “Good night, Flame!” “sweet dreams, dear!” said Grandma Butters. “Sleep soft!” Grandpa Light said as he was rolling his wheelchair. “Good night Flaming Star.” Said Grandma Rose. And that’s what I call a great dinner. Author's Note Stay patient for other stories. Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen.
Are you seriousDear Diary, In the past days, I’ve seen my friend being frozen, seen a maniac running around a school and tearing it down, and finally, we got a teacher who gives you full mark for disagreeing with him?! Now I know it sounds SUPER MEGA STUPID, but it actually happened! Our new History teacher, named “Prof. Skull Mustache,” threw the textbook out the window, gave a written exam which I rather not take. And guess what happened next: he subtracted 10 marks from the ones who took the exam and gave me the full mark for the next session oral exam! And I was standing there like “what just happened?”. Also I gotta point out that it was our first session with him. And at the end of the day, we saw him riding away in his black Cadillac deVille. I just can’t describe how exited Steely was when he saw his car. At least I don’t have to tolerate Ms. Dusty Fossils’ exaggerations anymore. Anyway, now I can chill and start reading my other subjects since the exams are right around the corner. And I will probably be crashing at Steely’s house for the weekend. Exactly the one thing that helps to make the exam season tolerable. Thought the day couldn’t end without a practice session in the Cars’ Graveyard and we couldn’t get there without a Race! Steely lectured me again about how crazy I get when we are racing, but seriously, can you compare what happened in the past days with me jumping on top of cars and taking a short look at the house of someone while I was just cutting through there to get ahead of him? Of course not. The result was clear; I won again and Steely sighed as always. Then Steely put on his fire-proof outfit and we started practice. This time he wanted me to protect some dummies at any cost but he never actually said from what but I figured that out myself when he sat behind the baseball gun! “Three dummies, that’s all you have to protect. From these.....BALLS!” he said as he turned on the gun. “Is this some sort of revenge cuz’ I didn’t listen to you?” I was hoping it wasn’t but it was. The first ball got shot and it hit a dummy. “One out!” he shouted. It was then that I understood. The game was on. Author's Note Make sure to check out other chapters too! Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen
