fantasy

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The cloud Couple
Part #1 - June 1st, 2021 - Somewhere in the skies outside of LA. Hundreds of cycles ago, the Great Kingdom was born. cycles ago, my great-grandmother began ruling. She was 13. (Yeah, that's how we work here.) Anyways, a fellowship of Elves fancied our Kingdom. We told them no, so they did something Elves tend to do and proclaimed war upon our people. The fighting persisted until my mother was 13, and able to rule. At that point, enough was enough, and so my mother set out to conclude the war. After doing some searching, my mother came across The Lord of the Skies. She had heard about his tremendous endowments, and so she urged him to come and end the war. He accepted but at a price. As the Lord wasn't exactly evil, he would only assist those who meant good, but he was also quite crooked, and so was the price that he demanded. The Lord desired my mothers' firstborn child if God willed her to have one. He desired the child so that he could use its eyes, as he had none. My mother tearfully accepted, for the comfort of her Kingdom was more important than the happiness of herself. So, The Lord of the Skies progressed to end the war and cast out the disastrous Elves.
By Christian Hawk5 years ago in Futurism
Conflict
──────────────── ⋆ "So... it really is you." ──────────────── ⋆ His eyes were so far away. It was almost as if he couldn't see her, even though he was right in front of her. The young woman's heart pounding in her chest betrayed her. Deep down, even though she knew that he was the enemy she couldn't stop the ache that had started spreading within her heart.
By Tyjane Havies5 years ago in Futurism
A Very Short Story
The river Crune was a major trade route for the kingdom of Slairne, its winding path and tributaries connecting many small towns and allowing the northern and southern provinces of the country to trade with each other across the treacherous Dragon Spine mountain range that split the country in two. The bustling town of Fraining was on a thickly forested island in the middle of the Crune's wide delta on the southern coast of Slairne, a port of call for ships from the countries around the wide, eel-filled Sea of Coils that spread across the southern flank of Slairne.
By Samuel Wright5 years ago in Futurism
The ghosts behind my eyes
It started long ago, one of my earliest memories I would see them. For years, I felt filled with fear at the sight of them. There was something real yet unreal about the way they stood there. Sometimes, they would replay scenes over and over again, and other times, they would stand there, staring into space unmoving. They were lost in this forever space between the land of the living and the land of the dead.
By Jennifer S. Benson 5 years ago in Futurism
Carry your heart on your sleeve
“The ‘advance’ is the basic forward movement. The front foot moves first. Begin by lifting the toes. Remember this, for it symbolizes the beginning of your relationship with your hand and sword.”
By Samantha Heck5 years ago in Futurism
Human Aquarium
The year is 2050 and I am somewhere on planet earth which is what I call, my home. I didn't always have this view of life, in fact, when I was just 9 years old, I became an orphan. It wasn't an unusual way of life, most children who survived the fires, hurricanes, tsunami's and diseases were orphans like me. What is unusual is that on my 10th birthday, my life would change and I would become the youngest scientist to ever live. Here's my story-
By Leah Ella5 years ago in Futurism
Get Back Up.
As the grey sky shifted about rather slowly, silence is upon the land. Suddenly, a body hits the ground. A feminine figure wore bright, white robes hemmed with elegant gold, though they had been battered, bloodied, and cut, signifying much hardship.
By Bailey5 years ago in Futurism
The Saint of Circuitry
The fluorescent bulbs flickered, buzzing all the while, as Hana sat within the holding cell, otherwise unbothered. The young oscuri woman wasn’t sure how long she’d been there; the guards had confiscated her phone, her watch, anything that would effectively allow her to keep time, apart from her sleep cycles. So far, she’d dozed off three times, but, if she was being honest, she wasn’t sure how much of it was due to her being tired, and how much was due to her own boredom.
By Kit Olsen5 years ago in Futurism
Booked
Horace slunk down the alley and escaped the night's brutal wind that blasted off of the frigid Hudson River. The narrow lane reeked of garbage and filth that years failed to wash away. He had much in common with the alleys that hid from the main streets of the city.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Futurism
When Darkness Falls
As she wondered through the house lighting candles and begging for blessings, she was determined not to let doubt creep in. She needed this to work. She needed to be free. Held captive by her own mind, she needed this. As she passed the mirror in the hall in all its shattered glory, she gazed at herself in her floor length, sheer light blue gown with such awe in her eyes. She couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. A perfect image for a perfect ritual. It started to grow dark and she could feel her mind unleashing the demon she was hoping to lose tonight.
By Daisi Hochstetler5 years ago in Futurism
Monster Zoo / Water Trouble
A bright flash of light illuminated the dark tiles under his feet as Kieran jumped back through the portal into his diner kitchen. He walked over to the cauldrons bubbling over the fires in the corner and took a deep breath of the steam coming off the tops.
By Alexander Mikesell5 years ago in Futurism
Hexatron Tales - Respect
Prologue The realm of Rippel is a place of chaos and advancement, like a stone dropped into water it creates ripples and depending on where these waves or ripples meet it shall change its outcome. The places in Rippel consist of many factions, but there are two main factions that define Rippel. The faction of Tranquillity, whose people require immense amounts of arcane or divine concentration to search for true advancement or perhaps ascension and the faction of Chaos, whose people find that experimentation, is far more effective in advancement and transformation. There have been many wars fought and lost in the struggle of which faction will succeed the other. During a time perhaps an eon ago there was a great war more catastrophic than any battle fought, which change the face of Rippel for the next generation. By great tranquillity the Void was opened and by the erratic nature of chaos the Pulse had warped time and space itself. No one of any race or existing faction has any knowledge of how the Void or the Pulse were thrust onto the land of Rippel but they remain for the brave and foolish to explore.
By Winston5 years ago in Futurism