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Eight Maidens To Greet Death
Chapter one. July eighth is the day that all the New World celebrates--the one day that all who are fortunate enough to wake, smile, sing, and writhe in the glory that is sunshine and cool springs, celebrate. The day that the heavens peer down and rain warmth and blessings onto the people of the earth until it glistens with a slick feel upon their skins and fizzes too sharply in their ears.
By Brittany R. Lee5 years ago in Futurism
Prince of Thorns
There were beasts—and then there were monsters. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference. In a world so crisscrossed with magic and its after-effects, there could be some fog in the lens that made it difficult to determine who was friend or foe, predator or prey.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Futurism
Strings Attached
I glide my finger across the A-B fiction books stacked against each other on tall, long shelves in the New York Public Library by Bryant Park. I'm not looking for a particular book, but instead I'm procrastinating on my English thesis paper. As much as I love literature and fiction, this thesis paper is like dragging nails across a chalkboard. I stop at a black leather book with nothing written on the spine, no title or author. It's peculiar and has piqued my curiosity. I pick the book off the shelf. To my surprise, nothing is written on the cover or the back of the book. Flipping through the pages, I wonder if someone left the book by mistake as there is nothing written on the inside. That is until I got near the end of the book. I read the only page with a handwritten note:
By Payal Kaur5 years ago in Futurism
The Black Book Tale
The Black Notebook Tale There was once a popular fiction book that an author had once written. The tales of Red Riding Hood. Many versions have been taken from the original Little Red Riding Hood story, but what many do not know is that the book comes from a true story. A little black book holds contains this true tale and it had belonged to a young girl who lived in a small village that was tormented by a big bad wolf. It all began on a cold winter day.
By Krysta Anderson5 years ago in Futurism
Poverty Oddities
For years, one of my greatest concerns has been that children who are similar to who I’ve always been would never find a place they could think of as their true home. I had to grow and learn the hard way, surrounded by those who would have me burned for my gifts, and for years I took the public abuse and humiliation in the hopes that it would compensate for my unique abilities. Everyone, no matter who you are or what qualities identify you as a human being, deserves the chance to feel like they have a family.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Futurism
Book 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter v
Glendon returned to his quarters and paused outside it for a moment to brace before he opened the door. As he figured, his wife Janis was in the front room of their quarters patting her weeping sister in comfort. He entered uneasily. Janis glanced his way briefly and continued to listen as Lia wailed.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter vi
King Lycasis stood in his throne room and gazed at a Nebular globe, crafted by Sengans, fine tuned by the Sturbin and used by all star travelers. Across its black surface prominent stars help locate and trace the movement of ships across the sea of stars. As their location changed, the three-dimensional star field on the globe changed accordingly, the location marked by computerized points for navigators to use. It was a beautiful as well as useful instrument, but his mind was awash in a swirl of thoughts and he did not really see the globe before him.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
