Imaginary Heroes

Imaginary Heroes

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Many would go to great lengths to possess the imagination of a child, where nothing is impossible. It is a power that not only enables one to create an Imaginary Friend but to also 'destroy' it. A Power that Natalie still possesses even at the age of 18. Such a pity she doesn't know it. But someone does. And they're willing to kill for it. The Repository of Imaginary Friends has been taken over and its walls are no longer safe. Their rooms, once a place they willingly returned to until their child needed them, have become prison cells while they serve as test subjects for an experiment. One that will force the realms of imagination and reality to collide, providing the ultimate means of revenge. He was wronged; now, they will pay. The Repository's only Saviour is Natalie's childhood imaginary superhero, Captain Freedom.... And he's gone missing. This was originally written for the ONC2025 but was not completed in time. So, I am completing it outside of the competition. Prompt # 105: Your childhood imaginary friend, who disappeared years ago suddenly returns - only this time they're real.
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Karshok

Enslaved under alien rule, I've forgotten what kindness feels like-until my choices deliver me to the Zohra. Towering, horned, and unreadable, they are nothing like my past captors. And Karshok... he is nothing like the monsters I've known. He is fierce yet protective, distant yet impossibly gentle with me. I should fear him. I should resist him. But just as I stopped believing in salvation, he appeared-and with him, a warmth I thought I'd lost forever.

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