“DAMN AND BLAST!” My English professor, a grammar nazi of the first order, slashes up my story with a storm of red marks. “Sentence fragments! Improper punctuation! AND ITALICS DO NOT DENOTE TELEPATHIC COMMUNICATION!” He shoots up from his desk, sending his chair screeching backward, and slaps me across the face. “I WILL NOT HAVE IT, SIR! LITERATURE WILL BE PRESERVED!” He winds up for another slap and I catch his hand and stare him down like I’m the movie hero who’s just gone surprisingly beast-mode. “Your accent is fake as hell,” I say. “And you know why my readers like my stuff? It’s because I’m not fondling myself dreaming of the Bard nutting all over my face. In fact, if he was alive right now, he’d be writing comic books.” The professor screams in inarticulate rage and his mouth yawns open impossibly wide. I see the fires of Hades raging in his throat. I whip my eReader open to Echo and hold it in front of my face. A roiling stream of destruction jets from his lips, then reflects off my eReader screen directly back at him. He makes crispy-fried Gollum noises as his body chars and withers. From around the edges of my eReader, I see his hands bend into blackened claws.
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