fantasy
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Emily West
,Emily West, in many ways, appeared to be a typical toddler. At two years and eleven months of age she had soft, golden curls that framed her obsidian eyes and her dancing, deep, midnight lashes. She had a glistening mouthful of pearl-drop teeth and a smile that demanded an audience. But Emily West was not a typical toddler.
By Ava Banduri5 years ago in Futurism
The Mystic Tale
The Mystic Tale By: Sabali Daye Snow falls consuming all beneath it. As the moon peeks through the dark clouds, the land radiates like pearls under white light. Rustles of the evergreens whistle to the tune of the frigid winter breeze. Dancing to the natural symphony shuffles the small stealthy feet of Lynx stalking the woodline. She seemed carried by the winds as her movements flowed fluently in the same direction of the limbs of the evergreen. Just out of the reach of the woodline underneath a wooden picnic table stood, a grungy little brown hare staring at the brilliance of the moon as if in a trance. In its paws it was holding something unusual. A small milky stone with dark streaks that seemed to glow just as bright as the figure in the sky.
By Sabali Daye5 years ago in Futurism
Feathers of midnight
This is my fifth day in these imense woods; and my third day since I've last seen the creature. I should go home, I want to go home. Who cares about the creature really is and where she came from? Shes's not really my problem. But I do care, I have to. Perhaps she's just the proof I need to prove the illgeal government expiriements and that no, I wasn't actually crazy. The possibility of being crazy bothers me more than I’d like to admit, I’m tired of people not believing me. But I couldn’t get what I had seen out of my head. According to what my father had taught me about owls, I had seen a barn owl. Although not a normal one, with icy blue eyes and black wings that would rival the darkest night. I could leave that up to some rare genetic mutation however, I could have sworn I heard her whisper “follow me” as she took off the night I first saw her. I know how crazy it sounds, like I said before maybe I am but it’s worth checking out. One more day out here, and I’ll go home.
By Kelly Ann Fitch5 years ago in Futurism
The Penance
Once upon a decrepit autumn night, a gust of wind kissed the face of a grief-stricken Kwei. She clutched her child’s ashes and walked down the snowy pathway. The moon’s blood red gaze was her only ghostly guide through the dark night. Every witch dreamed of this moment, and Kwei refused to flounder it. The leaves crunched under her boots and the air was getting thinner and colder. Kwei was arriving at the precipice of the mountain. She smiled.
By D'Kiehl Cash5 years ago in Futurism
VENGEANCE
Once upon a time, it was the tradition of the king to organize a big feast for all his subjects. All the birds in the air and all the animals on the ground, all the fish in the sea and all the living creatures that lived below were invited, for they were all subjects under the king’s rule and they had to obey him. Of all his subjects, the king found his favorite in the hawk for the hawk could travel very quickly.
By Jide Okonjo5 years ago in Futurism
The Moon's Canvas
Athy was a girl that had always failed in her personal relationships with others because, for whatever reason, she believed (more than she was willing to admit) that she was above them all, and it irked her to imagine a world where she could be considered as an equal to any other. Overtime, Athy acquired an almost feral desire to escape into the forests, whenever she felt overwhelmed by the flawed humanity that she so urgently dis-attached herself from. On this occasion, Athy’s chosen place of refuge was a vast, golden field surrounded by forestry; she always visited one particular clearing, as the quiet there gave her the opportunity to abuse her creative outlets - drawing, painting - weary of a world that was less than her, or so she believed – until that night.
By Abd-al-Karim Tayara5 years ago in Futurism
