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TCoE: Calypsia
*Play video if you'd rather listen than read, or to read along with the audio* "Your Grace, we must leave!" urged a man's voice laced with panic. "Calypsia, we must go, now!" he pressed. A gasp escaped his lips as he witnessed her fading fast. "Calypsia!"
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Futurism
Burnt
He awoke with a start, the canopy of charred and broken branches overhead being the first thing his vision adjusted to. Distinctly, he heard her voice, though a glance around told him he was alone. The sound of her calling to him was what had brought him from the depths of unconsciousness. With wakefulness came an overwhelming sensation of pain flooding his senses.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Futurism
The Alchemist's Practice Chapter 14
The next day, when Edric didn’t come out of his room to water his parent’s roses like normal, Wynn chuckled to herself. Serves him right, she thought. He drank so much it’d have killed a dog. Little wonder why he suffers today. She felt he deserved his punishment after letting that awful Maxwell Hensch goad him so.
By Jeremy McLean5 years ago in Futurism
The Pit
Sitting on a rickety chair at a ramshackle table, in a dingy corner of the dilapidated pub, aptly named The Pit, Nel observed the questionable clientele of the decrepit establishment. From the outside it looked unfriendly, broken and dirty. Stacked stones and huge, stone pillars made up most of the building's outer structure. It was hard to see through the darkened windows. Entering the tavern through the small, soft wooden door, a feeling of discomfort and the smell of alcohol and BO greets each customer. It was as dull inside as it was on the outside. Squared, stone beams support the upper floor and the broken lights attached to them. There was a large, round seemingly bottomless hole in the centre of the floor space, and people were wise to avoid getting too close. Nobody knew where it came from or to where it led. Only that the unfortunate souls who stumbled down it were never seen again. The walls were covered in photographs of what were undoubtedly better times for the tavern. Before it became a haven and neutral ground for the city's many guilds.
By Morgan Christy Rickards5 years ago in Futurism
Quarantine Blues
She decided to walk her favorite trail in the big city park, only a few blocks away. It was a grand city central park with a lake, a botanic garden, a castle, and a ZOO. The park truly was grand. It was her favorite thing about the entire city. She had gone lost in its beauty countless times. It was her small therapy when she needed one.
By Vida J. Malone5 years ago in Futurism
Dragon Song
‘Gyldendal, son of Draghansle, your song calls to me. Your melody resounds on the winds as it traverses the skies.’ The dragon’s song whispers to me, and I am engulfed with future images revealed within my mind’s eye. The song pierces the boundaries between worlds. It enters my quiet places and draws me into its thrall. I fall, and the dragons’ images shimmer in and out before my eyes. My mind is quieted, only receptive to its message. They dance before my sight with twists and turns, ascending and descending, dancing to the dragon’s song, to the song of Gyldendal, my friend and guardian.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Futurism
HOW I DIED THRICE
MY FIRST DEATH ...5th SEP 2015 How can someone define death?To me Death is something that SEPERATE!!!And that day a connection was broken between my heart and his ,Its like he pulled out a scissor from his mind and cut that invisible red thread that I winded infinite times with my love and affection from my heart to my heart ...that day my heart collapsed and eyes flooded ....the moment he said"NO!Who told you that i loved you?I never loved you and I will never love anyone!"I couldn't understand what he meant because all the kingdom of love i build these past 3 years on an foundation that "HE LOVES ME TOO"was crashed down in a spilt second with that message that is beeping on my small phone screen.I kept on saying in my heart "ITS NOT TRUE!HE IS LYING!But his message says otherwise...I couldn't move a finger...I kept on staring that message for an hour....I didn't reply him back....How could I?
By SANJANA SAPTHA5 years ago in Futurism
The Alchemist's Practice Chapter 13
Another two weeks passed in Mayel, much like they had before, save for a few minor changes. The first change was that Edric would wake every morning and head to the House of Yynndal to tend to his parent's roses. Edric apologized to Wynn and let her know that he would follow her advice and tend to the roses for as long as he was in Mayel, which she seemed to appreciate.
By Jeremy McLean5 years ago in Futurism
The Path in the Dragon's Wake
Entry 1 Grandfather always told us that the people living in the mountains were closer to the dragon and that's why they were spared the horrors of the Burning. They never surrendered that sense of fate and awe and majesty that we shed when we reached the apex of civilization and strove, in our arrogance, to kill the dragon. We decided that we had no need of such a being and decreed that it had passed to its grave; then, on realizing our error, we tried to build a new dragon, recreating its powers without any understanding of its place in the natural order, and this mindless copy turned on us. That was what he said, and for years people brushed aside such sentiments as the muddled superstitions of the old, until that day when the elders began ordering the expeditions. My day is soon, which means my death is soon.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Futurism
