fantasy
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A Loverless Fate - Entry 2
Today’s May 4th. I set out absentmindedly without checking today’s weather, and surprisingly, this lack of choice improved my day. When I went outside, it was an unusually beautiful day with a clear, blue sky and warm weather. I wore a pastel, floral dress with puffed sleeves as well as white, platform sandals and a mustard yellow, designer bag. This outfit was the perfect choice for the weather I went out to and looked really cute.
By Ainsley Elaine5 years ago in Futurism
A Loverless Fate - Entry 1
When all of us are born, we have writing on the inside of each of our middle fingers. On the right hand is our name, and on the left hand is the name of our future lover. If there is no name, our lover hasn’t been born yet, or our lover is dead.
By Ainsley Elaine5 years ago in Futurism
My Psychic Said This Would Happen
I stumbled down the street and sat in a wooden chair at an outdoor cafe. My mind was still racing, going a million miles an hour after that reading with my psychic. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t know how anything magical could even happen in my life. I lived a quite ordinary life up until this point.
By Clarissa Wilson5 years ago in Futurism
Beau & The Hag
Once upon a time, there was a farm boy named Beau who loved books. Beau was the baby of the Bachelor family. His beauty always made his spoilt brothers jealous, but they always mocked him for his love for flowers and nature. Flowers, especially red roses always made Beau think of his late mother. His elder brothers blamed him for her death. For not long after he was born, she succumbed to a sickness that she never recovered from. Their father died with her.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
After
With a cup in each hand, she steps outside the backdoor into the perfect kind of winter night. The snow is falling, thick and heavy, but the air lacks any real bite. It’s the kind of night for magic, if she wasn’t too tired to contemplate such things. Snowflakes dot the sky like the stars they hide. For a moment, complete peace sweeps over her, glorious and heady. It’s a strange thing: she’s used to stress, used to exhaustion, used to bone weary determination. The thought of jingle bells is a wry one; then the burning ember of a cigarette off to her left distracts her, and the emptiness is almost back.
By Edith (yesterday4)5 years ago in Futurism
The Vision
It came sweeping in like the soft warm spring breezes that had been scenting the wind these last few weeks. A strange and welcome sense of Lightness. The mornings seemed to stretch out like days and bring such frequent moments of joy at the sight of the light shining through the green woods. The moss seemed greener and more vibrant. One afternoon I fell into such a deep softness, I heard the hum of the ancestors singing the old song. The song we were told would only come at the end. This is when i knew. The time of Return was upon us.
By Naia Louise5 years ago in Futurism
Element Chronicles: Chapter 1
“My old life ended when I heard that sound. It happened in the dead of night, in a house that was usually so quiet. Nothing exciting had ever happened there before and nobody could have predicted the events that had followed. For the first time in my life, the silent house was loud.”
By CrystalLapizo5 years ago in Futurism
Ted E. Bear
Suzy slept snuggly in her bed with her covers pulled up and her head buried in a mound of pillow. One hand rest on her new her favorite toy just given to her today. A teddy that was tattered and raggedy. It was worn, with missing fur and one eye missing. The teddy had been passed down from her mother who had received it from her mother.
By ALPHAS WICKER5 years ago in Futurism
The Wealth of the World
“Run Eli!” The small company fled frantically through the wooded grove. Twigs snapped and leaves brushed by as they desperately clawed at escape. Amidst the whooshing leaves around them came a similar, yet altogether distinct whooshing – arrows whisping narrowly passed each man before lodging itself into the oak trunks about them.
By Dallas Jackson Gold5 years ago in Futurism
