Kera Hildebrandt
Stories (12/0)
Canaticulous
For the meaning of the word "canaticulous," please see one Kyle Raynor of Wheitah, Indiana. After listening to covers of eighties hits played on ukuleles and recorded in rooms with poor acoustics, Kyle starts his shift as a sales clerk at Nature’s Bounty Market. Not that he works, so much as talks about how any given modern film pales in comparison to old films he had never actually seen.
By Kera Hildebrandt8 months ago in Fiction
Love In Deep Blue: Chapter 1
In spite of everything, Eva would always love Peter Edward-Smith. How couldn’t she? When your entire world was a town like Triton- distant from the rest of civilization and almost completely surrounded by Atlantic water- it’s hard not to chase the only ray of sunshine. More so when born into a servant’s caste and with lungs that could barely hold the often-frigid air.
By Kera Hildebrandt11 months ago in Chapters
8 Superhero Comics To Read If You’re Sick of Superhero Media
Maybe you’re jaded of the MCU enough to just know that a Squirrel Girl series on Disney+ is all but inevitable. Maybe you’ve just read Watchmen and are dying to read something else that's deconstructive/grown-up like that. Maybe you can’t wait for the next season of The Boys, but have discovered that the original comic (ironically) feels more like a tacky imitation of its adaptation.
By Kera Hildebrandt2 years ago in Geeks
The Long Sunset
My car starts and my heart breaks. I guess I’m going to kill Lorenzo today after all. I did the math all night; at least, as best as a handful of college would allow. Even if his shuttle was beyond something that he tinkered with in his spare time, it would be a miracle if it carried the both of us half-way to the nearest spaceport.
By Kera Hildebrandt3 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Annie
Erika Garcia's wildest dreams finally came true, and she couldn't have been more miserable. "Just give it until sunset." Dr. Tsuchihara grunted on the other end of the phone. Erika looked out the window of her apartment; a palace compared to the musty closet she leased only a few days prior.
By Kera Hildebrandt3 years ago in Fiction