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Dust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 1 – The Dust Devil It was a sunny day and the long, boring road across the flat plains was broken only be an occasional antelope scampering across the highway. Fluffy cumulus clouds drifted lazily by overhead. My wife was listening to the radio while I kept my eyes on the hypnotic white line that divided the two-lane expanse of pavement.
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Futurism
Chronicles of the Worldwalkers
December 11, 1927 New York, United States A knock on the door woke up the old man. It sounded like the incessant jabbing of a woodpecker. Someone had dared disturb his evening nap. He’d been dozing off after a midday snack with his only company, Oscar his old lab. Intent on not paying attention, another vigorous set of knocks startled him away from his pleasant dreams. “Who is it?” he asked from his comfy sofa in his 1920’s living room. His voice was scruffy and moody! “It’s me, Tobias. I have great news!” Immediately his temper simmered down into tranquility and a good face. “Give me a minute!” The old man grabbed his cane and slowly walked towards the old door. Through the door glass, he could see a young man beaming across. It was the familiar face of his tenant, Tobias Maldechor, who also happened to be his only friend for the last year and a half!
By GE Horace Benedict5 years ago in Futurism
GUDRUN
It's been twenty years since Silnór left Azos. He went North to die alone. He disappeared when his older brother, Maldor, murdered their father. For years, Silnór lived deep inside of the old forest with many dark secrets and creatures that lingered around. Another day has passed, Silnór walked down a lonely path but he still loved the beauty of nature and the strangest animals. Somewhere in the Old Forest, where the elves are hidden from the world, Silnór came across what appears to be a forest maiden or also known as a faery. She is as beautiful as nature and very protective of her earthly creatures. The faery left with no words. There Silnór sat underneath a willow tree. Tired of walking and tired of living. He fell asleep hoping he doesn't wake up. He dreamed of his brother killing their father over and over again. The same dream he always dreamt of. If only he could have saved his brother from the darkness but Maldor has consumed so much, Silnór doesn't recognize him anymore. Every day he would walk back to the lake and sit under the same old willow tree. Then, something changed. The forest maiden returned but not by the other side of the lake. She sat under the willow tree. Silnór didn't say anything to provoke her. So he sat by the lake, lied down, and closed his eyes to rest.
By michelle ramirez5 years ago in Futurism
Rural Fantasy
The first thing to understand is that there are four types of magic. Mundanes will talk about Black, White, Stage and other sorts of magic, but they really don't know the truth. In the real Magical Community there are four types. Weavers, those that can shape magical energies into spell are what most Mundanes think of when they think of magic. Shifters can, well, shift their bodies into other forms or otherwise change their own bodies. Shapers can change other things in various ways. And finally there are the Psi's, people with psionic abilities such as telepathy, telekinesis and such.
By John Randolph Skinner IV5 years ago in Futurism
The Desert Mermaid
This story begins as it always should, with a school of fish swimming in a beautiful coral reef. The water is warm and blue but the reef is a rainbow of colors. The fish swim around the rock formations with the coral sitting serenely on top of it. This place is the epitome of peace. The long blonde hair of Thalisa the mermaid flows around her as she swims around each structure. She always loves to explore the waters around her. There is something new and wondrous to see everyday and Thalisa never wants to miss a thing. She smiles and waves her pristine pale hand at her usual fish friends who swim around her whenever she is near. They are Nala the angel fish, Max the clown fish, and Ty the stingray.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Futurism
The Devil Outside the Details
The room was in the basement of a local VFW. It had no windows, and thin margins between a large faux pine table and the wall; the exceptions were the absolute minimum space required for the door to open, and the front of the room, where most of the available space was given over to David Houston and his presentation. He was addressing the ‘Society for Honorable Initiates of the Tetrad’; among whom the lately arrived Halation 'Hal' Overline IX climbed over, and around, as he navigated one of the chair-chocked arroyos to a seat amidst the glacial regard of his three fellow members.
By Garrett Warren5 years ago in Futurism
The Silent Death: Part One
It's been ten years since my husband died, yet it still feels like yesterday. Kids today have no idea how much has changed in the last ten years. I see it everyday in my daughter. She's so young and free. She has no idea what kind of freedoms we used to have. No clue what she's missed out on.
By Rachel Hill5 years ago in Futurism
I Don’t Eat Humans
11/15/19 “Well, you see, I don’t think there’s really a point in me being here if we’re not going to go shopping. I’ve been sitting in that castle for… twenty-three years now, waiting for a good shopping trip. My parents never let me go by myself before. They’d let me go to the market with my guards, but they don’t know a thing about shopping. I really need to get a new pair of heels for my birthday next week. If we’re not going to go shopping, I don’t know why I’m here.”
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Futurism
Slumber
Aria thought Aurora was a myth—the stuff of cobwebs and dusty tomes, of minstrels' songs and vanishing fairy circles. The edge of the Wildwood stood shrouded in fog, vanishing in parts dependent on the day and time, and Aria knew better than to venture into it. She never left the castle grounds if she could help it. But there were whispers of the fairy queen, Briar Rose, who had cursed a young girl because of a human slight.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Futurism
The Death Of Poseidon
“When they talk about the romance of snow, they aren’t wrong.” Alex glanced over at his companion before glaring back out across the bay, trying to catch a glimpse of anything through the swirling grey and white. He never liked big open spaces, and normally the press of fog and darkness would be comforting. Tonight it was just unsettling. “Sure, when you don’t have to be out in it.” He looked at her again, this time turning to face her and gesturing at himself. “You see this? No insulation. I hate being cold.”
By Camren Cambra5 years ago in Futurism
