fantasy
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3. Battle of the Bloodline
The rest of supper and dessert was practically quiet, then I returned to my room. Sitting on my bed lay a silk pink nightgown. It was cold and slippery to the touch. I searched the room for a bathroom or something with some privacy in case the witch maid came back. In the corner there was a tri-fold stand with thin parchment paper type material resembling Chinese rice paper. It stood about 6 feet tall and about 8 feet wide. I quickly grabbed the dress and ran on my tiptoes behind it. I don’t know why I ran like that, it’s not like I’m trying to sneak downstairs for a midnight snack after mom told me not to. I let my hair down from the braid Logan had so finely done to it. The wavy locks fell down the back of my neck. My body felt as if it sighed of great relief when the silkiness of the nightgown loosely hung on it. Behind the changing wall sat a bowl with warm water. The steam curled and wisped away as it rose, and the warmth felt good on my cold cheeks as I washed the sweat off. I rang out the towel and placed it on the table next to the bowl of water which was cold now, but not because it sat there too long, but there was a cold breeze which flew through the room. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sudden insecurity, as if someone was watching or listening. However, no one was there. I tiptoed back into the bed and there was a note lying neatly on my pillow. The paper, an ivory shade of white, had wrinkles on every inch of it as though it was crumpled up to never be used again.
By Sara Aulds5 years ago in Futurism
Falling Sons (continued)
Previously...Delilah has survived her fall from the angelic world and due to her angelic heritage is slowly recovering, but a bounty has been placed on her head and forces her, Tatyana, Gus, Omar and a tag-along Gaven to live on the run...
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Futurism
The Murder of the Unexpected Unicorn
In the middle of the sidewalk were shards of painted porcelain that had once been a unicorn. I only knew this because the horn was still intact and teetering on the edge of the gutter. Also, I had memorized the patterns of almost every unicorn in Moth's shop. This unicorn was one of the prettier ones. The hooves had been painted a delicate silver. The mane was white and tinged with the same silver. And there were dark purple ribbons in the mane that streamed out from it's head. It was positioned like it was galloping across some untold fairy land where unicorns still lived in peace. This one was third from the right. Meaning it was third that Moth had ever bought.
By Elsa Russo5 years ago in Futurism
The black beach
The Beach The sky was covered by heavy black and grey clouds. Every now and then a bright ray of sunshine came into view shining over the coast and sand. Ottie and I were wondering which rest stop He was going to take as we watched the waves curl over the rocks and sand. We finally find a pull off which was not a rest stop but was good for me and Ottie since we both didn’t need toilet paper. I grab the collar and leash and get Ottie ready for any other person on the beach. There was never any but I always was prepared. Fred tells me he has a surprise for me in the trunk. He tells me to meet him on the beach and he will show me there, so me and Ottie start are winding walk through the black sand. I still am too young to understand why the sand is black, Fred tells me the powers before us had made mistakes that turned the sand black and the sky almost forever grey.
By Isiac Sawall5 years ago in Futurism
The Colosseum
The halls echoed with his footsteps as he made his way down the dark hallway. The stone walls glowed and pulsed ruby with every step he took. As he neared the end of the corridor, he approached a large white marble door. Carved into the marble were pictures of a beautiful woman bathed in bright white light, she stood before a kneeling crowd. There was a man standing behind her cloaked in darkness and shadows. The man pauses running his hands over the carvings.
By Kidanara Uchiha5 years ago in Futurism
Rosalie's Adventures
One spring day, when the squirrels were chattering, the birds were humming their sweet songs and the trees were swaying with the wind and you could smell the spring air, there in the meadow, you could see a girl and her dog. Rebecca is an interesting girl, fifteen years old, who doesn't have many friends, but just one and Toby. Rebecca is homeschooled by her grandma because it is the easiest way for Rebecca to help her grandma. Her friend Rosalie lives closer to the town in Michigan that Rebecca is by. Rebecca lives outside of her town in a “country-style” area. She lives with her grandma in Michigan in a big, old house. Rebecca's parents are always traveling because of their style of work. Her grandma is a tidy woman whom Rebecca thinks is OCD, but is also quiet and forgetful. Her grandma loves to read and taught Rebecca how to love books. Rebecca loves her grandma's home and loves living with her, but she also misses her parents. Now, Rebecca’s dog, Toby, a German Shepherd, is in love with tennis balls. Toby will do anything for a tennis ball, even if it is covered in dirt or slim. For Rebecca, Toby is her guardian, she has had Toby ever since he was a puppy, which was when she got him when she was ten. For Toby, Rebecca is his sibling and will do whatever she wants him to do and if necessary, will protect her with his life.
By Arianna Kraljic5 years ago in Futurism
The Kinetics
Prologue How it began... Once a peaceful and prosperous guardian of the World, the Kinetics were scientifically gifted; using their gifts for the advancement of humankind, the Kinetics were welcomed by the Regulars, those without the knowledge of the Science of Kinesis.
By MC Productions5 years ago in Futurism
The Witch
The Witch By: Reuben Joseph Beeman TTX The little boy opens the front door. Cautiously, looking to the corner, he sees her. She always awaits him there. She is looking the other way, but her Strange Magic is a sure thing. As sure as the hair on his head is blond, he is positive that without seeing, she knows. Soon she’ll greet him & then…
By Reuben Joseph Beeman TTX5 years ago in Futurism
2. Battle of the Bloodline
I woke up lying flat on my back in a bed of wet powder. I stared at the bright blue, cloudless sky above me and the tips of the iced over trees that seemed to touch the blue. At first, I had no worry of the moment as I listened to the bird’s chirp and fly over my face, then I wondered. Where am I? I wasn’t in the coffee shop anymore. The guy I was talking to wasn’t anywhere to be seen. No footprints disrupted the soft snow all around. Something about these surroundings was familiar, as if from a dream; had I been here before in my fantasy world? The wet snow crunched and made a faint hiss as it started to melt at the touch of my somewhat warm body. If this really was my dream, it seemed all too real. Cupping my hands into the snow I threw a pile of the snow onto my face, but the cold powder felt so real that as I removed my hands from my face. I waited for the ambient mumbling of the coffee shop to enter my ears, or the soft, cozy cushions of my couch to appear under me; but there was nothing except the trees. Snow. Birds. My backpack. My backpack? The only thing from home that made me relax just long enough before the full realization I wasn’t actually home set in.
By Sara Aulds5 years ago in Futurism
