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Emerald Oasis 15/18
Meanwhile over at the Emerald Oasis Nursing Home, a riot was about to take place. Maxine Patrick may come across as lazy due to her unemployment or uncaring, but she had a side to her that many rarely knew. Maxine had spent thirty minutes trying to look for her mother, but couldn’t see her. She searched everybody’s room, asked all the staf and even residents if they had seen her mum.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
Emerald Oasis 14/18
"She's still the empress though," Joyce said. "The Black Dogs aren't considered citizens by the fairy government," Fore explained. "I'm not allowed to call myself King Fore anymore. I've been wiped from their records as if I've never existed. At last that's how Fee would have it if she had her own way. She managed to turn our own children against me."
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
April Fools
The town's water was yellow. Every well, pond and creek featured bright yellow water. The townsfolk were in shock, the water had been normal yesterday, clear and fresh. Beatrice fetched a jug of milk from the cold cellar to drink after finding the water in her own well was yellow. Her thirst quenched, she headed outside again to begin the days' tasks.
By RandomEllie15 years ago in Futurism
A Small Gathering of Spirits
Once upon a time— —no, turn around, come walk with me awhile, just a little way down the forest road. You think you know this country well, with all its heroes and dragons and ever-afters, but it's a vast and darkened country and all those shining places here and there you've visited a thousand times? They're of very recent provenance, and they sit on ancient foundations, patient ruins with roots reaching right down into the earth-bones, where the oldest of Creation's children toil half-forgotten.
By Sterling Magleby5 years ago in Futurism
The Lost Elvevian King and Queen
There she is. The woman of my dreams. Literally. Unbeknownst to me, she has been appearing in my dreams for the past two years. We're normally in the middle of an enchanted forest. Running. Escaping. The attacker is unknown, but I always wake up with my heart beating to the rhythm of fear.
By Jillian Boone5 years ago in Futurism
A Young Proposal
Theodore and the girl of his dreams, were at the tender age where one couldn’t decide between a pet dragon or a pet unicorn. Saturday was always his favourite day of the week because he stayed with his grandparents near the snowy mountains. Finding his grandfather’s cottage too stuffy, he decided to go for a walk. He didn’t want to offend his wise grandfather, but was tired of his rambles of how things used to be.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
The Alchemist's Practice Chapter 6
Edric wore an outfit that his master had bought for him to the funeral. It was meant for important occasions, and he had worn it several times when meeting with prolific merchants or dignitaries. It felt appropriate to wear it now, for his parent's funeral and seedling ceremony, but compared with the simple farmers and traders of Mayel, he felt out of place.
By Jeremy McLean5 years ago in Futurism
The Electromancer
The rummaging rogue clambered through his belongings. He snatched the spare fuel cell capsule, counting the mere seconds his barrier would provide. He made with haste, replacing the dead cell that now leaked acidic fluid onto his workshop floor. The cognitive process that plagued the hyena was exhausting his mind, but he had to keep it up; any moment, the rioting horde of dark souls would bombard the steel vault door and take the bunker by storm. He bagged the locked grimoire from the lectern and armed his flame mortar.
By ~Awakened~5 years ago in Futurism
