Complimentary Destruction :: May 20, 04:40 PM
Being a hero is difficult. Especially when you are one of those who has to stop something completely impossible, like Martians or a giant death star ray about to destroy the earth. “No pressure though, just do your best,” they say anyways. Even though they know there is nothing but pressure.
That was exactly the predicament Jim was in. His superpower wasn’t even very super. He could make trees fall down and break into any wooden objects he wanted. Granted, he didn’t even have to touch the tree to do this. But when you’re against things like volcanic super-fiery demons bent on destroying all of civilization, a few wooden swords and spears aren’t going to do you much good.
So, naturally, Jim failed to save the world. Of course, everyone still congratulated him and had a huge party in his honor. “Good job.” “You did great!” “You’re my hero!” They had good intentions, but they didn’t really make Jim feel any better for failing to save the world, and he would’ve rather had them just shut up and not say anything.
Less than a week later, none of that even mattered anymore since everything except Jerusalem had burned to ash. Go figure.
Section: Fiction
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