Speakeasy #143: Heroes


There was a loud crash in the hallway. “Go check out that noise, Miss Might,” Captain Glory ordered.

Miss Might strode out into Wonder-Base’s cavernous hall. Her eyes narrowed as a flash of pink and purple crossed her vision. “It’s Dis-Maid! She’s stolen the plans for Dr. Ornery’s Destructo-satellite!” Pounding footsteps echoed as she thumped after the intruder.

Captain Glory turned to his trusted lieutenant, Speed-Demon. “Get after her.”

Onitbossman.” SD sped off, leaving only an after-image. Captain Glory rose into the air, flying out of the room to join the chase. He navigated the twist and turns of Wonder-Base with practiced ease, halting as he came upon SD helping Miss Might to her feet. “What happened?”

Miss Might shook her head in anger. “Dis-Maid threw some kind of force-field at me, stopping me in my tracks.” She rubbed her forehead. “Kind of hurt. She made it outside.”

Captain Glory frowned and he stepped to the force-field, pounding on it as hard as he could. “No help for it, we have to go around.”

The trio raced for the back exit, which let out at the bank of river. SD ran over the top of the water, his speed so great he wouldn’t fall in. Captain Glory grabbed Miss Might by the arms and yanked her into the air, flying to join Speed-Demon on the other side. Once reassembled, Captain Glory took charge. “She’s probably hiding in her secret lair.”

He grinned, and his teammates echoed it. “Luckily for us, it’s not that secret. Here’s what we’re going to do.” The three of them huddled close together.


An old warehouse served as Dis-Maid’s hideout. Guards, unaware of whom they worked for, patrolled the grounds. Miss Might, in her secret identity as a detective for the Future City Police, strolled to the gatehouse. “I’m sorry, ma’am. You can’t come in here,” the guard manning the post said.

Miss Might pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him. “This is a warrant allowing me to search the area.” She fought down her smile as the guard looked at the gobbledygook of legalese with confusion. “Tell no one I’m here. This might be the scene of a crime.”

The guard looked alarmed, but pressed the button to open the gate. Miss Might nodded at him and strode off into the compound.

A slight breeze told her Speed-Demon took advantage of the opening to zoom through the gate. He waved to her from behind an old pile of boxes. “TookyourtimeIsee,MM.

She rolled her eyes. “If you can wait for a moment, I’ll change.” She twirled around in place, her civilian clothes magically changing into her uniform. “Ah. That’s better. Where’s Glory?”

SD pointed up to the roof. She craned her neck up to see Captain Glory sneaking across the slanted rooftop to a window nearby. “That wasn’t part of the plan,” she hissed. “He’ll get us all killed!”

Speed-Demon shrugged. “He’sthebossman.Hisplanhisrules.

She watched as Captain Glory eased open the bottom pane, wincing when he yelled, “Aha! We have you now, vile fiend!”

“Billy, Freddie, Mary, CeCe, time for din- Billy Eugene Watson, you get down from there this instant!”

“Aw, Mom, we’re trying to save the world!”

Billy’s mother crossed her arms and tapped her foot. “You’re trying to break you neck. Quit being ornery. Get. Down. Now!”

Billy scampered into the window, the cry of, “MOOOM! Billy’s in my room!”, taking his place.

Mrs. Watson sighed and glanced at Freddie and Mary, who fidgeted and tried to look innocent next to the backyard shed. Her eyes widened when she saw Freddie’s pant legs. “Frederick, did you jump into the puddle?”

“No, Mrs. Watson. I ran across it.”

“Well, aren’t you just the little speed demon?” Mary tried to turn and rub her forehead, but Mrs. Watson caught the movement. “Mary, are you hurting?”

“I might.”

“Well, miss might, do you or don’t you?” Mrs. Watson motioned her closer and gasped. “What’s that?”

“A bruise from when I ran into CeCe’s door,” she mumbled.

“Is that all the banging I heard?”

“No. That was Cap…I mean Billy trying to get through the force-field.”

Billy peeked his head around his mother’s back, grinning and waggling his eyebrows. His mouth moved along with Mom’s words. “I am very dismayed right now. It’s a wonder you three don’t destroy this house.” Mrs. Watson shook her head. “Glory be, you kids will be the end of me.”

Billy, Mary, and Freddie burst out laughing.

Word Count: 750

Speakeasy #143. This week’s prompts: The photo above, to be referenced in some way within the story, and the sentence, “There was a loud crash in the hallway.” The sentence prompt must be used as the First line of the story or poem.


And here are the rules:

  • Your post must be dated January 5, 2013, or later.
  • Submissions must be 750 words or fewer.
  • Submissions must be fiction or poetry.
  • Your piece must include the following sentence as the FIRST line: “There was a loud crash in the hallway.”
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Since I’m still in a musical mood, I’ll leave you with this:

*Note* Idea credit: My little boy, without whom I would have stared at these prompts blankly and probably missed this week!

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn

22 thoughts on “Speakeasy #143: Heroes

  1. As always, very good! How do you hit 750 words every time? Funny, we both used the term Boss-Man in our posts. Good Luck!


  2. Lol these three little idiots made me laugh too 😛 Love the character of Miss might too, Poor she 😉 Loved the story xx

  3. This is such a great use of the challenge! I loved it…totally didn’t see it coming. I also like that you got your inspiration from your son; when I get stuck on prompts, I ask my 8 year old if he has any ideas.

    • Ha! That’s great! I just happened to hear him commanding his stuffed animals; he usually doesn’t do things like that if he has an audience 😀 I wish he would, he’s so free and funny when he thinks no one is looking.

  4. Oh man, these kids are great! This was a whole lot of fun! An enjoyable read from top to bottom!

    • Thanks! Kids pretending and getting into mischief makes such a better story than them sitting around glassy-eyed playing video games 😀 Unless they get sucked into the game, but that’s a whole other genre. Maybe next time 😉

  5. I love kids’ imaginations! I got caught up on the super hero thing that I didn’t even think it was playtime until mom came in and ruined it all 🙂 (I’m oh-so-familiar with ruining fun!)

  6. Loved the story, especially the manner in which the fantasy-superhero life of the kids and the manner in which the origins of the names were revealed. Miss Might, Captain Glory, Speed Demon and Dis-Maid. These kids need a sequel. Super effort.

  7. Haha. My favourite bit – the image I got of Billy running ‘through’ the door. I mean force-field 😉

    • Thanks! Unfortunately for son, he’s familiar with what that looks like when he tries chasing his older brother. Hasn’t quite got that stopping on a dime part down yet 😉

  8. Awesome…what a wonderful way to let the creative inner child express himself in writing…….

  9. Oh, I love this! So much fun – it took me back to my childhood when we used to pretend to be characters from the show “V” – good times! Thank goodness for your little boy. 😀

    • Thanks, Suzanne! Sometimes he just makes me laugh so hard, especially when he puts on one of hats, plays his music and jamming 😀 I have to pretend I’m not watching as he’s playing his air guitar 😉

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