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Witch's Destiny
Chapter 1 “DEZ!” Destiny wakes up to her best friend’s shrill voice screaming for her. She’s fallen asleep reading in the meadow again. She looks at her watch and jumps up cursing herself for letting so much time slip away from her.
By Kenzie Cole6 years ago in Futurism
A Simple Debt
A beige 1965 GMC pulled into the circular gravel drive. A barrel in the back sprouted rakes and hoes and shovels like a pin cushion, their handles swaying gently as the truck maneuvered over and around holes and dips in the driveway. Stenciled on the doors in faded and cracked black paint were the words Harvesters Gardening Services, Est. 1914, for All Your Lawn and Garden Needs. The truck ground to a halt in front of the steps to an old house with a wrap-around porch. A tall thin man in a dark black suit opened the driver’s side door and slid out, planting his boot clad feet together firmly into the dry and dusty gravel before closing the door behind him.
By Scott Brumfield6 years ago in Futurism
Sun and Moon
In the beginning, when there was nothing to be found in the entirety of the universe, a being sprang forth out of the nothingness. They had no real shape or form, for they were nothing themselves. This primordial was the deity known as Vamtos. Out of their own spirit Vamtos created Ezlo and Karae, the Sun and Moon. Vamtos soon vanished back into nothing, leaving Ezlo and Karae the power to create worlds.
By Cassandra6 years ago in Futurism
Mongrel Girl
Slap, slap, splash, the sound of bare feet slapping the wet ground echoed in the Great Forest. The moss covered trees seemed to swallow the sound and spit it back out louder and louder. The muddy ground spit back at the girl as she ran covering her feet and legs in a black mud, her strange black and gold hair was whipping her face in the strong wind, the rain stinging her bare skin as she ran. Then another echo, the sound of angry horses as their masters whipped them to run faster, the yelling of Elite men as they chased the petite Mongrel girl through the heavy forest in the storm. The girl ran as fast as her clawed feet would allow her. As the rain poured down onto her body she felt a different sting, a sharp pain in the back of her right shoulder as though she had been stabbed. The girl didn't stop to look; she could only think of running, getting away from the monsters before they caught her. As she continued to run, her grip on the apple she carried in her left hand began to loosen, she began to feel heavy and sleepy, she dropped the apple and slumped to the ground, only then did she finally look at her shoulder to see a crossbow bolt with a slimy substance on it. The monsters caught up, an Elite man with blonde hair and green eyes dismounted his horse and walked up to the girl with his whip in hand, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes and simply said, "I'm hungry" before passing out.
By Vanessa Bennage6 years ago in Futurism
Talvi
PROLOGUE The wind was brutal as she stepped through the mouth of the cave. The night was dark, and the wind howled and whistled, dislodging snow from the cliff above. Spears of ice grew towards the ground from the ceiling, lethal and immense. The moon hung low and full in the sky, bright despite the flurry in its wake; it was massive and a great deal closer to her world than she was accustomed to.
By A. L. Blacksmith6 years ago in Futurism
Under a Purple Sky
Four pall bearers carried a small casket with a green and white flag draped over it. Two appeared to be men. Of the other two, one floated beside the coffin, small and delicate in appearance. The other towered over the men, one huge hand under the casket, bearing most of the weight. Many others stood at attention beside the grave.
By Rhema Sayers6 years ago in Futurism
moonlight chaos
A thousand years ago, there was a king whose kingdom spanned half a continent during a time of knights and valor. He ruled justly and fairly, and thus his kingdom prospered. The king had 10 begotten sons; Joshua, the 10th son, skinny and white, with blonde hair and blue eyes whose selflessness knew no bounds; Alexander the 9th son, a boy with great hope within him, as skinny as his brother but with deep tanned skin, with brown hair and eyes as green as the leaves of the trees; the 8th son, Kanin, whose hair was blood red, and with deep brown eyes: he had more muscle than his younger brothers, and within him he had a strong sense of justice and honor; Michael, the 7th son, whose hair and eyes were dark as night, and body was lean and wiry with the muscle of training and work, covered in scars from his exploits where he always sought out glory and fame; Vile,the 6th son, his hair white as the snow, with eyes the colour of clouds heavy with rain and his skin dark, upon whom fear held no power upon his heart nor mind; Talon, the 5th son, hair brown as the earth and eyes black as the night above it with white skin the color of the stars that hung there, whose skills in hunting were unlike any other; Joseph, the 4th son, with long dark hair that brushed his shoulders, with a handsome stare from underneath dark brows that nobody could resist, with a cleverness to him in his own right; Nicholas, the 3rd son, with a completely bald head, and hawkish eyes the color of a small yellow suns, he was the strongest out of all his brothers, he had a strong desire to protect his people; and finally, Elijah and Arthur, the twins, both loyal men with skills at the blade unmatched by any but each other.
By M.M6 years ago in Futurism
Upon The Rising Of The Serpent
-Prologue- All was quiet upon that bridge, where it met the sky, he sat. Mead in hand, he listened. First came the bristling of the trees far off, then the rushing waters of the rivers. Next came slightest cracks in the stone that lay ahead of them. The feet that pommeled at the ground beneath them. At the summit of a mountain not far off, the sun kissed for the last time, fore clambering over its summit were the harbingers of the end times. The trickster at their helm.
By Jamie Santoni-Richards6 years ago in Futurism
The Story of Loren
In a time long before the earth took shape or form, divine gods of an unknown world descended from the heavens onto a desolate rock. Having drifted for eons, they grew weary and took a quick interest in the inhospitable wasteland. Finding it to their favor, they created life as forward-thinking and intelligent as they were. For a time, all was peaceful; the gods relished their children, and their children worshiped them unconditionally. As seasons passed, the divines taught them their ways of magic, metal bending, forms of art, and other higher sciences. Thus, their children's power grew as it did their buildings, machines, cities, and weapons of great height and strength. However, one such creation became beyond that of any other. He rivaled even his creators, and Bahadur was his name. Endowed with the greatest of gifts he was to be the shining example of perfection, the brightest star in a sky of the stars a creation that personified the divine’s brilliance. For a time, he was that which they intended, leading the people of the world with his magnificent feats of power the god’s creations reached ever higher heights. Until he himself was worshipped as a deity, held at pinnacle of civilizations, which the gods marveled in admiration at their creation and what they were capable to do in the beginning. The god’s admiration would not last long, however. Marveled as they were, they quickly grew concerned that they had taught their children too much, and so decided to hold a council. The verdict was unanimous---they would leave the earth and rule afar, in their kingdom.
By Winfield Brothers 6 years ago in Futurism
psychic assassin
When Joanna McCoy was rolled into the lab on the flat bed, she was as dead as a nail. Her bloodied face from the accident had been wiped clean and the exposed parts of her body was as pale as a sheet of white cardboard. The parts where the trauma of the accident she suffered was established had changed from the thick red gashes of breaking flesh to the indigo hue of old wounds. A funereal procession of silence led her into the working theater of The Area.
By Tess Trueheart6 years ago in Futurism
Red Moon a Moral story
It will be dark now, as night falls, Varisha said quickly and the sky will turn red. Nana! There is an eclipse today. "Yahya read the newspaper in the drawing room and told Nana the latest news." Well, what is this? "Nana asked Yahya. "If a planet comes in front of the sun, then the sun disappears. He shared his information. "Hey Nana! It will be dark now, like night." Varisha said quickly: "And the sky will turn red." Meanwhile, Abdul Bari, Zehra and Abdul Wasi also entered the drawing room with fear on their faces.
By Muhammad Hussain6 years ago in Futurism
I Am Become a Garden: Destroyer of Worlds
I wake up in a garden of time The horizon falls into itself Reclusive enough to fold into a shell. And Collapse. The snail that carries the garden of time isn’t much for conversation, He, of ageless expression and judgement buried deep within his eyes. To carry the weight of it all, he asks for nothing more than the occasional pat on the back. Shelly he should be known as, and what exactly he stands on top of isn’t really ever known.
By C.Ph.Hope6 years ago in Futurism