General

I wasn't a hero until you came after my baby girl. Then it was war. You crossed the line and I don't forget. I won't rest until you're beaten - and I don't mean just beaten down. I mean dead. There isn't a place you can hide, I will find you, destroy you. I don't much care how it happens, I don't need you to suffer, I just need your cold black eyes extinguished from this universe. You may think it an overreaction, but you underestimated how much I love her. Don't think I'll play by "the rules" either, love allows us to exterminate vermin that attack children. I'm coming. Just know it.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), February 8, 2016.
General

He didn't have super strength, or laser eyes. He couldn't read minds or move things without touching them. But he saved me from the darkness, the villain living inside me, and he did it so bravely. He became my hero, my light and my guidance.

By hunter, August 17, 2016.
General

The days are getting lighter; summer is approaching; the spirits of the people are rising. I've spent this past winter fighting but my scars are healing well. My sword is quite blunt after so many battles, but every one of them was fought with love and every one of them necessary. I have no more use for it now, the long war is over. Only the healing days are ahead for our people and soon I will be able to walk among them. Love is our only prize, it's all we want - to raise our families in peace and prosperity. Lord help us keep our hearts generous and our minds open. A hero I may be, but my head is always bowed to our creator and our mother earth. A humble heart is a great gift indeed.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), September 18, 2015.
General

Ella is a hero, you should have seen her work. Every day she worked for a better tomorrow, a more noble outcome. For her a rock in her path was simply an opportunity to think harder, to develop new solutions. Every fork in the road she walked both paths until she was sure which was the right one and then she ran as fast as she could. She held on tight to her dreams and woke up every day like her success was already there, she just had to keep on walking to it. "Mind over matter," that's what she would say, "whatever your goal is, keep striving, we're all going to make it together."

By Angela Abraham (daisy), September 18, 2015.
Fantasy / Paranormal

The hero was nothing like hollywood promised us. She taught us how to heal, how to speak in the language of dreams so that the whole mind would understand. She showed us how our texts, our songs, were the workings of minds trying to heal themselves, searching for answers, reaching out to the divine and often being mislead by the dark side. Once we relearnt how to read we understood that we were part of divine creation and it was our free will that would allow us to choose the right path home.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), September 18, 2015.
Fairy Tales

...You may think this is a dream, in some ways you're right, but when you wake you'll find each day just a little warmer and brighter than the one before... I am the hero you've been looking for. I am the one who will take down the walls. I am the one who knows the answers. I cracked the code and I've already passed it on the best way I know how. From here on in it's just a matter of making a clearer path for others to follow. Hold love in your heart and be brave, the answers were here all along, we just didn't know how to look. Sometimes we need to open our eyes, see and hear what is in plain sight. Be patient, this will take a little time. I love you. I always persevere. The war is over.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), September 18, 2015.
General

When times are darkest a hero is born. A hero comes to be a spark, setting a fire in hearts that have become tinder dry. A hero will lead, sacrifice and inspire; then the torch of bravery must be passed on. They arise to wield the power of love and shun the love of power, they come to show us what we all are inside, heroes waiting to be reborn. Our heroes show we are worthy of our birthright, worthy of the love that rises under our wings.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), September 18, 2015.
General

"...Everyday people do
Everyday things but I
Can't be one of them
I know you hear me now
We are a different kind
We can do anything

We could be heroes
We could be heroes
Me and you..."

By Angela Abraham (daisy), March 3, 2015.

Authored by David Bowie, Alessandro Rodolfo Lindblad, Brian Peter George Eno, Lo Tove, here.

General

I always thought heroes were rare. All the story books told of their large muscles or other qualities an ordinary person couldn't hope to aspire to - but I've seen so many that it can't be so. I've seen teenagers be heroes of kindness, showing the kind of perseverance that would rival any fiction character. I've seen young men helping strangers in the street on every and any opportunity. I've seen people of all religions and ethnicities pouring their time into charity, into the homeless and volunteering at schools. You might think they don't measure up to Hercules, but I disagree. Leading an honest and descent life without the adulation of a crowd or adoring fans is heroic. Working long hours to put food on the table for your children is heroic... and from what I've seen there's a hero in almost every one of us.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), February 16, 2015.
General

Jerome was the kind of guy you got bored of even before he opened his mouth, as in frequent as that was. He was more like a piece of furniture in the precinct than part of the team, no-one even bothered trying to hide their eye-rolls when they got paired with him. It wasn't that he was bad at his job, he was quite thorough, and a good shot too. He just didn't watch the same shows we did, laugh at the same jokes or like the same music. When he wasn't around we had fun at his expense. But that day in the down-town core when I got taken by surprise and held hostage, there wasn't exactly a line-up of officers to come rescue me. The old warehouse was a death-trap, too many places to hide, not much light. I'm told Jerome didn't even wait to be asked, he just togged up and came in alone - armed to the teeth, but alone. He didn't get out scot free either, he's got some new perforations in his right arm. When I thanked him he just nodded and said "You're welcome, Claire, anytime."

By Angela Abraham (daisy), January 26, 2015.
General

There was a sadness to her frustration, one born of a love that would ever be eternal. While others suffered, she did too. Yet even on the darkest of days, she was our hope, the flicker of a flame in hurricanes that should have wiped it out. In time she became a beacon, a lighthouse; it was as if she somehow separated the pain from herself, that it was still there, still free to roam brain and body, palpable to any eye that cared to see. Yet she moved, talked, loved, helped, shone... as if she were a child in a summer meadow. She rescued us as if from above, while her feet were far below ours. That's how we came to allow the rescue mission for the fate of Earth, to send her in, to bring him home against all odds. If she's there with you, she's your last hope, and his... so it's no use looking for the cavalry. She's always won, but that's not the same thing as a guarantee. You might want to help out a bit with the rowing, grow your own selves a bit 'taller.'

By Angela Abraham (daisy), August 29, 2018.