fantasy
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Wildwing the Protector
I glide through the still, dark night, surveying my domain. The cool air rushes by, slightly ruffling my face feathers. The wispy clouds are lacy and white, tinged with gray. They are floating doilies, and they whisper in my ears the secrets from the day. The tranquil full moon backlights me and creates my shadow, a majestic silhouette that glides over the foliage and flora. The small critters of the night scatter as they see it, and I give out a triumphant screech as I soar, then swoop and dive, so I can move closer to inspect the ground.
By Heather Mitchell Manheim5 years ago in Futurism
Glimpsing the Future
In the highest mountains, there are few conversations. But that was the point. Whether for self-exile from society or simply a retreat from the pointless noise it produced; people and creatures who made the rocky elevation their home did not care. Snowcapped peaks, blistering winds, and the whistle of dancing flora were more than enough for the sole resident of the crag. Though villagers did occasionally venture to her home with requests of farm equipment or passage to lands beyond, their words were often caught in their throat over what they saw behind the anvil. None of that mattered, though. Between the song of the mountains and the stories of the Sparks, there was never a true silence.
By Raye Cufley5 years ago in Futurism
The Girl who was no longer bored
The last day she was bored. As a child, Alicia was always happy. She always kept busy, sometimes this was playing with friends sometimes this would be drawing. This changed as her generation became accustomed to so many sources fighting for their ever-diminishing attention span. Causing issues of desensitization from overstimulation. This caused feelings of boredom and isolation within the real world. This affected Alicia greatly in her tween years, only getting worse as a teenager this isolation and boredom became a perpetual state of being for her. This was characterized by her unofficial catch phrase "I is bored."
By Ricky Tucker Jr5 years ago in Futurism
Wonder
The room was empty and old. The floorboards had bowed in several places with a thick coating of dust covering the tops of the ancient timber. The windows were covered by heavy drapes which were drawn shut. The only light in the room came from a flickering fire, crackling away in the fireplace. The scent of burning wood drifted through the air as the smouldering embers ensured the continued warmth of the room.
By Joshua Maggs5 years ago in Futurism
When darkness Falls
It was dark still as she opened her eyes. She groaned as she placed her feet on the ground. She looked out the window and sighed. "What fresh hell will this day bring?" She toyed with the idea of climbing back into bed and shutting the world away for just a bit longer, but duty called as the rooster started to crow. So, reluctantly she marched out of the room to begin her day.
By Daisi Hochstetler5 years ago in Futurism
Totems
A matte-black mug with swirling, creme-blue liquid sits warmly in my hands. The tea shop is empty apart from myself, a coy barista and a boy by himself at a table in the corner. I take my tea to the opposite side of the room, and sit so that the bar and the boy are both in sight.
By Gabrielle S.5 years ago in Futurism
Fool in the Rain
In the light of day, I might be a genius, but I’m a fool in the rain. Any water, really – I AM a naiad, after all - but the rain really gets to me, full of life as its droplets course through my being, singing songs of the places it has been, the sights… But let me stop, or I’ll ramble on all day. I often chatter just as much as my stream, my sisters used to say. I miss them a lot, nearly as much as I miss my stream, but I’m content with the bustle of the small town where I live for now, and my mission will be over soon at any rate, and I can go home. Until then, at least I have the rain.
By Kit MacPherson5 years ago in Futurism
Jacob's Sinn
I walk slowly, contemplating the sound of my footsteps. They echo on the deathly empty street, bounce off the closed windows and return to my ears twisted and deformed. My footsteps are the only sign of life in this grey ghost town tonight. During the daytime people scurry to work like rats, but the moon sees no one. It is almost past curfew, and no one wants to be out after curfew.
By Ashley-Rose Lee Lepore5 years ago in Futurism
Arrest of Serethiel
A gong sounded as two elves in orange and yellow, faces painted in gold tones, opened a set of doors. A dozen elves entered the room. Some wore fine gowns, while others wore sets of leather armor. A large circle of chairs formed around a large magical brazier. A living model of the city of Beradain resided within its confines. It was like seeing the city from they eyes of a bird.
By Brenda Kirkland5 years ago in Futurism
Galactic Battles: Fallen Star - Chapter Two
Summary: Three years ago, in the poor country of Corando, a star fell from the heavens. The young glassblower’s apprentice who found it had it encased in glass. People wondered whether that star might be the key to unlocking supernatural powers or bringing about miracles. But when a criminal took the lives of a king, a queen and many other people in a neighboring country overnight, then disappeared, and noone could determine just how the massacre had been possible, the king and queen of Corando feared that the culprit would come for the star next, leaving more destruction and terror in his wake.
By Mary Bright5 years ago in Futurism
