The Superhero from Cork by Colin

Hi. I’m Colin but the people of Cork know me as The Superhero from Cork. Yeah I mean a pretty big deal here. Of course there’s always Kieran from Kerry, trying to out superhero me.

Anyway, the Superhero Olympics are coming up and I’m freaking out. “The Superhero of Ireland” is hosting the games and I can’t wait to meet him. He is the most powerful hero in Ireland and has stopped more than 50o, ooo criminals this year alone. The games are hosted underneath Cork this year. At least I don’t have to fly two hours to Dublin again.

I’ll be competing in the Flying race, Extreme tag and Air fighting. I won first place in Extreme tag last year because I stayed hidden in a building until it was me versus Carlow. Then I snuck up on Carlow and simply tapped his head. He’s still mad at me to this day. I came fifth in the flying race and sixth in Air fighting.

I was born into a family of superheroes. I was an only child, so I was showered with affection from my parents. I never had any friends because most county superheroes hate each other.

It all started when, now Northern Ireland, was taken over by the British. The Superhero leader told Ireland to not interfere and that’s when the ISC ( Irish Superhero Council) decided to make a national superhero. Every county wanted their superhero to be the best. But then one day a random superhero conquered the ISC and declared himself leader of Ireland. Everyone was shocked but knew that if they tried to fight back they’d be banished. Only one superhero was strong enough to defeat him… My Father…

He went to battle with the leader of Ireland. The battle lasted 3 days and 2 nights until finally my father let his guard down and was captured by the ruler and thrown into jail for life. Soon after that, the ruler turned into a good man and let my father go. But prison had changed my father and he started doing illegal activity. He was caught and banished from the country. The ruler announced that all superheroes must do 5 years at the Superhero Olympics to determine if said superhero is good enough.

The day of the Superhero Olympics:

I warmed up then got ready to do the Flying race. I hovered in the air until I heard the air horn. I raced to the finish line. I was the second person to pass over the line. After two hours rest I did Air fighting. I came 3rd in that and finally Extreme tag. I came 1st again. At the end, The ruler passed out the medals. My emotions got the better of me and when he gave me my medal I tackled him to the ground. With a wave of the Ruler’s hand he floated me back to the podium. I blushed and tried not to think of how stupid that was. Yeah, super stupid.

One thought on “The Superhero from Cork by Colin”

  1. LOVED it Colin!
    Well done SUPERHERO.

    I always love your stories as they are always a bit different!
    I’m entering it now so Fingers Crosses!

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