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Boing! Boing! The sound the small red rubber ball made as it hit the alabaster ceiling. Riley, with his eyes fixated on the top wall from his bed, repetitively tossed the ball into the air. He’d pretty much been in that same position for the last 9 days since being informed his parents died.
By Shalyn Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Healer's Journey
The iridescent blue glow consumed the room as Ardel’s arms swirled over the near corps that lay on the table, spotting and coughing blood. Her eyes darted to the small leather black book on the stool next to her. Ardel’s whispers heightened as the pages turned to the right incantation for her need. Lira peered around the archway. Her hands burned as blue sparks began to emerge. She clenched her fights, shut her eyes and plopped to the floor. The room's heat intensified as she heard screams from her father. The cottage shook as her mothers’ whispers of incantations grew to a boisterous bellow song. Sweat poured down Lira’s back as she shook. Not now, She thought. I am not ready. This only means one thing. I can not bear it, I don’t . . . I - I want to be normal.
By L.A. Estabrook5 years ago in Futurism
The Telepathic Notebook
It was rare to see anyone else in this part of the forest because I go off the designated trail when galumphing amongst the trees for solitude. Was it a ghost? No, there was a strange woman dressed in an off-white lace dress with long black tresses. She was standing in front of my favorite tree, the “power tree”, as I had nicknamed it, whispering phrases whilst making movements in the air with her fingers. She was hypnotizing and I grabbed my phone from my back pocket to capture this bizarre occurrence. I snapped a photo and an invading, “click” sound came from my phone, dang it! I had forgotten to silence my phone. The sound startled her, and my presence was immediately noticed.
By Margot Matty5 years ago in Futurism
The Creature
A creature slowly opened its eyes. It was waking up from a dream. A soft and warm dream, like the warmth you feel on a good sunny day. Upon waking up, it felt the cold ground. Was it cement? Tiles? It was too dark to see anything. It could only feel the surrounding. There was something on its neck. Heavy and cold. Choking its neck a little bit. There was something heavy on its wrist too. It tried getting up and something made a sound. Metal clanking. It moved around and felt walls. Two to be exact. One on right and other on left. A dim light shined and it saw its reflection on the black wall. It has two red eyes. Two spikes on each shoulder. Two spikes on each side of the stomach. And two pointy, hard tentacle. It had a face of a human and legs of a human. The creature heard a rustling. It turned around. Something was coming close.
By Apurwa Shukla5 years ago in Futurism
It's Never Black and White
It’s been a week since the funeral and we are still cooped up in the house, wondering when things will get better. I finally mustered up the courage to look through his belongings, which were solemnly resting in the corner of our basement in a blue container. As the eldest, I felt like I had to hold back my tears, but really, what was the point. I found a Kobe Bryant shoe box, ironically holding some of our dad’s personal effects. As I opened the box, a painful ringing consumed my brain and I dropped everything in an instant. Although it felt like something was trying to rip my soul out through my brain, the pain lasted only three seconds. I gathered myself, looked down at a picture of the five of us, and reflected on how grateful I was to be a part of this family.
By Gabriel Gonzales5 years ago in Futurism
