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Soliloquy, 2

by on February 6, 2015

This is how it feels to be Gaseous Girl, again.

You set aside that you don’t exist anymore.

It’s a time thing, and you hate time things.

You set aside the fact that no one knows your name now.

They only laughed at it anyway.

There’s a behemoth alien monster on the loose in your city.

You’re the only one who can stop it.

As usual.

You might’ve had help.

There was Phil, who could morph into a refrigerator.

Weird power, but you’d be surprised how effective.

But Phil went bad. Refrigerator powers and volcanic temper don’t mix.

Funnily, you’re the one with the fire blasts.

But you didn’t smush an innocent-

Forget Phil.

Phil was bad.

There weren’t many others. Being a superhero doesn’t leave time to date.

You barely have time for your cat.

So here you go, saving the world again,

For the people who have dates.

They won’t thank you.

They won’t care.

You do it anyway.

And hey, why not? How bad could an alien behemoth monster be?

Oops.

For more adventures with Gaseous Girl, She Who Dealt It, go here. This story was written for Grammar Ghoul Press and their Mutant 750 prompt. Thanks for reading!

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6 Comments
  1. Saving the world for people who have dates. Brilliant & LOL! I like this one a lot. Well done!

  2. Oops? Oh dear.

    Love the idea of evil refrigerator powers.

  3. It’s really tough being gaseous girl. Your stories about her always bring that out. It’s what I love about her stories.

  4. Okay, I’m reading them all the way through from the beginning and *really* enjoying them, but I had to stop and comment on:

    “And hey, why not? How bad could an alien behemoth monster be?”

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Uh-oh.

    • That’s one of those questions that I think people just shouldn’t ask, because the universe will inevitably answer. Like, “What could possibly go wrong?” or, “Well, at least it’s not raining, right?”

      • Yes, exactly. The kind of question where as soon as you ask it you stop, wince, and look around warily for the worst to happen.

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