Masks

Thought of the Day:
If you're a superhero, is your secret identity the nighttime masked crusader, or the normal mundane person of the day? Which one is really who you want to be, and the other one just who you think you have to be?

Quote of the Day:
I can fake it with the best of anyone.
--Seether

Into the Flames: Christmas Break

Christmas didn’t start out very well. Jean and Hawkins left for France the very first day of break, but Rahab’s flight for Florida wasn’t for three more days. She spent her time in the library, reading books. Hawkins and Jean preferred hanging out in the library to reading the books in it, so Rahab hadn’t read any books recently and hoped that they could successfully take her away from the sudden loneliness she felt. But unfortunately, she kept distracting herself, wondering what Bracken was doing on his break. What could his powers possibly be? She wished that Hawkins’ telepathic ability were powerful enough to cross oceans so that she could speculate with him, but even if it were, she had the feeling that he was too busy running through the American embassy and playing his and Jean’s special version of hide-and-seek. So she buried herself back into the pages of books, wishing that the vacation would end quickly.
She was starting to think that Mark had forgotten to pick her up from the airport when she saw him weaving through the crowds of travelers, his eyes searching for her face. She waved and called out to him.
He smiled. “Oh, there you are,” he said. “I almost didn’t recognize you. You look like you’ve grown two inches.”
“I haven’t,” Rahab said. “I’m still five foot four. I checked.”
“Well, anyway, you look different,” Mark said, putting his arm around her shoulder. “And don’t make it sound like a bad thing, because it’s not. Come on, let’s get out of here. Luke is ready to go out and have some fun.”
Rahab let Mark lead her out of the confusing airport, trying not to look around too much and get distracted.
She was silent on the way to the hotel. Mark talked on his cell phone to their parents about when they would be arriving, and Rahab stared out the window at the palm trees.

Quote of the Day:
To sleep, perchance to dream--ay, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come?
--Hamlet

Name that character!

Can you guess who this is? How should I proceed with telling this person's story/ should I just drop it / go a different direction?

"When I was a little kid I thought that I was destined to be a hero. I thought I could save the world, like Superman. He had all these amazing powers, but he was just a figment of somebody’s imagination, so didn’t it make sense that since I had just a few powers, I could be the real deal? A toned-down, more realistic super hero that everybody could count on, instead of just dream of. I didn’t realize then that nobody wanted my help. They all thought they were their own superheroes."

Quote of the Day:
I hope this hasn't put any of you off flying. Statistically speaking, it's still the safest way to travel.
--Superman, both the first movie and the last (how clever of them)

Perceptions

Thought of the Day:
It's amazing how different people sound in reality than they do on say, like, Facebook. On their profile, sure, they sound like really interesting or boring people, but then, when you meet them in person, they really quiet or really opinionated or just stereotypical blah. Are we more real on paper (or online) or are we pretending to make others like us? Or are we a weird combination of what others see and what we put out there for them to see?

Quote of the Day:
Ain't it nice to know that it don't have to be perfect.
--Sara Evans (or whoever wrote the lyrics to the song that she sings.)

Soundtrack of the day:
Sean almost snoring; Saccy taking a bath.

Thought of the Day:

Why is it so much harder to love someone than it is to hate someone, and why do so many of us give in to hate when we could reap so many rewards just for a little effort?

Quote of the Day:

in my own simple way guess you could say I'm livin' in the big time.

--Big $$ Rich

Crystal ball, save us all, tell me life is beautiful

Thought of the day:
it really sucks that you can't combine music and writing. Can I as an author even hope to emulate the emotions that a good song can?

and I don't think I can even link a music track on here. great.

Quote of the day:
Wow. Sarcasm. That's Original.
--Dr. Horrible (he has a PhD. in Horrible-ness.)