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Infinity's Assassin
The dust of the alley swirled in the breeze, impregnating itself in the grime and garbage hidden in shadow. A figure stepped silently through the entrance, never once allowing the light of nearby street lamps to illuminate his features. A whisper of decaying paper, followed by silence was heard. The breeze became almost nonexistent. There was a blur of motion from a pile of trash to the far right. The figure gracefully sidestepped as five discarding sabot rounds punched a perfect pentagram in the brick just behind where he had been standing. In one fluid motion, the figure flicked something from his left side closely followed by his right side. The gunman tumbled back into the heap of crumpled paper that he had used for concealment. Quickly the dark figure stooped over the lifeless body and removed the five exquisite daggers from the chest of the dead man. He was unaffected by the wheezing sound of his victim’s last breath escaping through the holes in his chest as the last reflexes finally stopped.
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Cinder Red Wolf
Once upon a time, there was a young girl (sixteen years old to be precise) named Cinder Red. She lived alone in the forest with her stepmother and two stepsisters (who were neither amazingly beautiful or extremely ugly, they were actually pretty average) because her blood relatives had either died a painful death (like her mother) or had run away from home because they couldn’t handle living in a house of all females (like her father).
By Jessica Kuznicki5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Assassin
Sam never saw who did it. All he knew was that the sky seemed to explode in a hell of fire and lead. He was soon blinded and mangled by the shrapnel that tore down from the furious hell-storm that had been his family’s automatic guard. The hovering sentry must have been destroyed long before it could react. All he could think of was escaping as he heard the cries of anguish of his friends and family. Occasionally he would hear the tromp of one of their assailants going past the ditch where he huddled. Soon the pain took away the rest of his energy and he passed out knowing for certain that he would soon be dead. That didn’t bother him so much as the fact that he would never be able to avenge his family…
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Alexis' Magical Adventure
The smell of cinnamon woke Alexis from a particularly pleasant dream. Her blue & hazel eyes sparkled from the sunlight trickling in from between the satin lavender curtains. She almost didn’t want to get up, her bed was so comfy; like laying on a big, velvet marshmallow. She fluffed her down comforter up around her ears, as that intoxicating aroma permeated every millimeter of her bedroom. She stared up at the canopy bed’s lace sky, trying to remember the dream she’d just left, when she heard her bedroom door creak, and tiny footsteps scurry across the cherry hardwood floors & fuzzy white shag rug at the foot of her bed. The scritching continued up her bedside dresser, as Abel climbed up to her eye level. His whiskers flickered as he sniffed the saccharine air filling the room, rays of sun dancing off their tips. His round ears twitched as he tried to get a peek of her amidst the mountains of blanket she’d cocooned herself in, balancing himself with his long, skinny tail, trying to get to his tippy-most tiptoes.
By Chris Tenime5 years ago in Futurism
Juet
She stared at her charge, her wings glowing ever red. The anger in her heart grew; as the anger grew so did her confusion. Her charge fell into an uneasy sleep, she reached down and put her hand on her charge’s shoulder. They were both trembling. She pulled her hand away, stood straight up, and looked down at her charge. Her charge a beautiful young girl. She was fourteen, her long blonde hair came down to the center of her back. It is a gorgeous natural curly head of hair, but this night it was a tangled mess. A testament to the horrors of the day. Her charge lay on her side, curled up into the smallest ball her 5 foot frame would allow.
By Charlie Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Falling Sons (continued)
Previously...our heroes are on the run to keep Delilah safe from the Devil's bounty hunters. On their journey, they stumble upon a Fallen Breeding House and Omar sacrifices himself so the rest of the group can get away. This is how their stories continues...
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 1: Mysterious Girl
My life is such a drag, sometimes I can't understand myself and others can't understand me. Even my own Mom, can't understand how my mind work. I go to school at Tekumin High, a pretty decent high school, we are the best school in the county as of the moment. My best friend is Takerogami, a calm headed, intelligent guy. Him and I are rivals which is odd to be but we are. One Day in class, we had a new girl enter our classroom. The teacher introduced her as the new girl to the town and school.
By Earnest Moody5 years ago in Futurism
Galactic Fighters
Chapter 1- Returning home. Uncle Charlies. Home. Liona thought, as she pulled up the long cobble stoned drive that led to the ten acres and the large Victorian Mansion; in the middle of no-where Crystal Blue Bay. The house had been left to her by her Aunt, who had died in a car accident when she was eleven years old, leaving it to her upon her turning eighteen. She had been away from the house for seventeen years, after her Aunt had passed away, Liona had spent two years in the foster system, until an old friend of her Aunts had finally been able to adopt her. Now with his death she had to return home for more than just a holiday visit.
By Kristie Ossenfort5 years ago in Futurism
