Peter woke gasping. Within a minute he was dressed and on the rooftop. Something was wrong....a force was missing. He followed his gut to the growing crowd in the cemetery where unshed tears hung heavy in the air. Wolverine turned, "Our creator is dead, Spidey."
In memory of Stan Lee.
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लघु कहानीAn assorted collection of works of 100 words or less from a wide assortment of genres. What type of bite do you fancy today? Included here are my entries to #slapdashsat on my twitter profile @amandajhare as well as entries to various Wattpad contes...
