Short Stories
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The Redbeard’s Curse
Long before he became the infamous Mr. Clown of Thundarr City, he was known by another name—Redbeard. He was not yet the masked billionaire crime lord, but a wealthy and enigmatic nobleman who lived in a grand estate at the edge of Thundarr Forest. With his flaming red beard and piercing gaze, he was both
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Ronda’s Rescue
The sun hung low over Thundarr City’s skyline as Ronda Riy pedaled through the lush parks, enjoying the cool breeze brushing against her skin. She wore her usual white tank top, blue mini skirt, and long socks, her big round glasses resting on her nose. The park paths were nearly empty, with only the rustling
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Running Challenge & Aftermath
Rita Faros tightened the laces of her running shoes, adjusting the snug fit of her sleeveless tank top over her toned body. Her short sweatpants clung comfortably to her curves as she stepped out of Ronda Riy’s SouthBank apartment into the cool Thundarr City morning. The streets were alive with the rhythm of early commuters,
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Plate of Falcon
Faro Faros lay fast asleep in the Cave of Falcon, the cool air of Thundarr Forest drifting in through the hidden vents in the cavern walls. The faint glow of Thundranum-powered lamps illuminated the stone chamber where he rested, his breathing slow and steady. Today was different, though. As he shifted beneath his blanket, the
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A Study in Tension: The Ring’s Warning
The golden hues of the setting sun cast long shadows across Ronda Riy’s SouthBank apartment, filtering through the large windows. The city hummed below, its towering skyline glowing under the evening lights. Inside, Faro Faros and Rita Faros sat on separate sofas, their eyes locked onto thick books about Thundarr City’s history. Rita, wearing a
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The Curse of Dreadmurk
The sun hung low over the dense Thundarr Forest, its golden rays struggling to pierce the thick canopy. The swamp lay still, an eerie silence filling the humid air. The water, dark as ink, rippled unnaturally—as if something beneath was alive and watching. Rita Faros and Faro Faros waded through the murky water, their movements
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Kestrel’s Dilemma
The Kestrel’s Crossroad Cal Faros sat in his luxurious mansion, sipping a glass of Cal Cola, watching the skyline of Thundarr City. The city was alive—chaotic, crime-ridden, and unpredictable—just the way he liked it. But tonight, his greatest challenge wasn’t a masked villain or a criminal syndicate. It was Rosy Woldur. Rosy, the brilliant aerospace
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Faro Speaks Thundali with an Orb Nymph
Scene: Deep in Thundarr Forest, Near the Cave of Falcon (Faro Faros sits on a rock, opposite him, a mysterious Orb Nymph—a ethereal female being with glowing eyes shifting between silver and deep blue as she speaks. The wind rustles through the trees, carrying distant echoes of the Thundarr Sea. They converse only in Thundali.)
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A Walk Between Mother and Son
The sun hung low in the Thundarr City sky, casting golden hues over the sprawling park where Rita Faros and her son, Cal Faros, walked side by side. The air was crisp with the scent of greenery, and the distant laughter of children filled the silence between them. It had been a long time since
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Shadows of the City : Clowns with Guns
The streets of Thundarr City pulsed with life under a canopy of neon lights. Faro Faros, dressed in his usual leather jacket and dark jeans, leaned against a lamppost on SouthBank Avenue, waiting. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, always alert, always calculating. He was here for Flint, his estranged younger brother, who had finally