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The four princesses and 1 handsome prince.
Once upon a time there were 4 lovely princesses called Scarlett, Racheal, Rose and Piper and 1 handsome prince named Alex. They lived happily in the kingdom of Valderion. They lived with their mum and dad the king and queen of Valderion.
By The Chick Gamer5 years ago in Futurism
Tales From the Void
Gabriela worked her way through the thick under brush of thorns and thistle. Thankfully, she wore heavy clothing to keep her olive skin from being peeled from her body. Sweat poured down her face, her muscles ached, and her breath was labored occasionally she had stop and untangle her sandy hair. No had come to this temple in more than a thousand years, the only reason she knew of it was because of Biba her contact in the criminal underbelly or Oshireth.
By Nathan Cleve Durham5 years ago in Futurism
The Light Worker
1. I stared into the mirror, sweat dripping from the tip of my nose. Eyes losing focus, the world around me went soft. I tried not to focus on the blood running off my fingertips and down the drain. I tried not to picture the last five hours of my life on repeat, but the images just kept coming. And as I sank down to the floor, tears rolling down my face, I realized that this is the only place I could have ended up. I’d really like to tell you it wasn’t all my fault…. But the claw marks up and down my arms would tell you otherwise.
By Denise Tedford5 years ago in Futurism
Albea
Albea.™ During the dark ages of Albea times were just that dark. Magic was evil and chaotic, it was really hard for anyone to control it and those who could were seen as Gods. However many kings and queens fell from power due to not being able to handle the responiblikity of ruling the nation of Albea.
By Jack Wilbur5 years ago in Futurism
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The clacking of heels echoes off the sidewalk as I make my way down Main Street. I'm surrounded by party goers, prostitutes, and dealers; each one has its own planned destination. The smell of sweat, kush, and liquor dominate the air. If I would have come to this wasteland ten years ago I would have gagged at the smell, but now it smells like home. The sound of people cheering and screaming, waiting for the clubs to open up, fills my eardrums. The pounding of the speakers is heard clearly outside and makes my body sway to the beat. I haven't even made it inside and the party has already begun. That's what you get when you're having New Orleans fun.
By Victoria Ashleigh5 years ago in Futurism
