Superman vs. The Zombie Apocalypse

        

        Today, I killed a man. The only human survivor I’ve found in three months. He was bit on the neck, and begging for mercy. There is no mercy. I’ve failed humanity, because I could not save them from the outbreak. Six months ago, I returned from a scouting mission on planet Clandut, and found myself orphan to my adopted race, yet to reach their potential.
        I’ve used my supervision to see all that binds the Universe, from quarks to the electromagnetic pull, but I couldn’t see this coming. Now I find myself decimating zombie hordes with a wink, using my ever so popular heat vision. Staying on Earth, I find myself forgetting what my father had taught me about “being human.” Still, I can’t leave, because Lois is alive. I’m not sure where, but I can hear calling for me…

Superman will return soon to fight more zombies.

~~Story by Ian Russell

My Estella in Blue

I am always searching for my Estella in Blue.  She knew I loved her sitting in the corner, dressed in pale hues.
I can always picture the last time I saw Estella.  She knew everyone else was judging her sitting in the corner, with a brown bottle in one hand, and her face in the other.

I would’ve protected My Estella in Blue.  Always.  She knew.

 

~~Story by Ian Russell

In Paris – Haiku

 

~~Haiku in Blue by Ian Russell

Angry Son by Indian Summer

        It was the only thing to calm him down.  Jack could get so angry sometimes.  His mother never understood why.  She only ever wanted him to do his best, so it surprised her that his best was never good enough for Jack.
        When it got bad, Jack would just listen to his music. One song in particular would sooth him, a momentary pause in his tantrum, like a two year old who stops screaming, because after so long they forgot why they were so upset in the first place.  That kind of music worried his mother, but there was no use to reprimanding her baby boy.  She was always so tired from working 12 hour days, and had already punished him for listening to this other band, “I Hate Everything…” or something.  In fact, she yelled at him so much, she almost felt bad, although she knew there was a point to be made.  She loved him so much.

 

~~Story by Ian Russell

A Wise Man Once Said…

You cannot heal others, unless you have your health. And real health is finding happiness. But you only find happiness by creating it for others.
The next day, I returned with some questions. He had forgotten what he said.

~~Story by Ian Russell