My Super First Day

Biscuit Levitation

OK, this wasn't created specifically for My Super First Day, but it's too brilliant to not post:

Thanks to @MikeyJ for the link!

Sparky

By Hillary Monahan

Sometimes people say something smells like shit and what they really mean is "it's musty" or "there's a mildewy funk here". When I say Mary Carlson's basement smelled like shit, I mean it. She had about six of those small yappy dogs, Shit Zoos or whatever, and apparently no one had bothered to teach 'em that you're supposed to drop your bricks outside in the grass. There were about eight zillion tiny brown landmines I had to work around to get to her electrical wiring, and I wondered how in the hell she could live like that. It was disgusting.

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A Pain in the Choas

By Marcus Riedner

Most people just do not understand what it is like to have someone else give you your super power. I had no choice in the matter, I made a simple slip of the tongue, a small typo on my blog and before I knew it I had the full power of the Choas.

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Broken Genie

By Haley Moore

I still owe the Cafe an apology - one I plan to deliver, if they ever let me in there again. In my defense, I really did think it was something in the coffee at first; some cocktail of LSD and speed with maybe a dash of roofie to make me zone out. But I didn't touch the coffee, of course, between that first sip and the nightmare start, running my pen in a little white trench in a book with a blood-red cover.

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Distracted

By Jay Bushman

I didn’t notice anything on the first day. I was always good at blocking out distractions and focusing on the task at hand. And putting your own needs to the side for the sake of the work is a necessary corporate survival skill.

my.. insectile.. tongue...

By netwurker

layar 1: twitch-city. yawning.left eyelid's all gummed up. blah.

[layar 2: [lock-N-load]turn[key]ing ova + scratching. scratch...i...n.....g......wot?]

Anniversary

By Ancalime

So many of us changed last year, but why are we all so different? Lacking any other common thread, so far the evidence seems to point to a strong minority of the affected being changed in a way that wasn't entirely alien to them, but rather something to which they'd previously already had an affinity.

Well, then I start to ask myself...have we experienced a true singularity, and are now dealing with an entirely new playbook when it comes to the laws of physics?

...Or do we just have more to discover?

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Woe is Cuspid

By Hollow Bastion

Argh! Is there anybody more frustrated than me at the moment?! I think not. I-THINK-NOT, Sir!

The Chance Encounter

By Dena Grabinar 

So, let’s start with some advice. If you value your sanity, trust me on this: never, ever, sleep with a god. Not even a minor one. Major, minor, local or pan-universal, it really makes no difference. They are the beginning and end of all trouble. I should know.

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Into the Treetop

By Matt Phillips

I'll never forget the night last summer when I woke up in a tree.

I hadn't been sleeping well at all in the past week. It was this recurring dream. Someone was holding me upside down outside of a window on the 90th floor of the Empire State Building, demanding information about stolen jewelry or something. I never gave them any information; after all, I was innocent! So, down I go, falling, falling... until I woke up in a cold sweat.