fantasy
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I'm Write about Tomorrow
Eldridge Grayson was probably one of the unluckiest men who had ever graced this planet. He was neither black nor white. He was neither Jew nor Christian though his mother was fair and Jewish, and his father was black and Christian. He perhaps felt a little more affinity towards his Jewish clan for the simple reason he had been raised by his Jewish grandmother. However, every time she attempted to indoctrinate him into Judaism, his father would swoop in and declare that his child was not going to be a Jew. Eldridge’s grandmother would contest by saying Jews are born through their mothers. She had tried to get Eldridge circumcised when he was a babe, and his father swooped in and declared, “not my child.” She had wanted to enroll him in Hebrew school. His father appeared at the doors of the shul one day, saying, “I did not approve of my son coming to Hebrew school. After which, his father then asked him, “aren’t you glad that I got you out of that?” To which Eldridge replied, “Father, I want to go to Hebrew school. “
By Michael Lee Tucker5 years ago in Futurism
Black Magic
There was this young man who found a little black book one night. He opens the book and it has some names in the book, people that he knows, famous black people, like Rosa Parks, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. etc. So he asks around about this book, to his friends and family, and people don’t know what to tell him about it. So he takes it to someone that he knows, that knows about ancient African spiritual practices, and he instantly tells him that this book is enchanted with some sort of black magic, and that he has heard of these type of books before, and that he has heard that these type of books grant special powers to who ever finds it. So the wise old man goes on to say that the other names that appear in the book were previous owners of the book and by writing your name in this book, you will be granted what it is that you desire the most. So the young man decides to write his name in the book since he is now the owner of the book and see what he is granted.
By Rashid Ali Swanson5 years ago in Futurism
The Little Black Book
It all started on that cold autumn day in October. The leaves on the trees were a beautiful vibrant mixture of golds, oranges, yellows and reds. I was strolling through the woods with my favorite song playing on my phone, "Little Black Book" by Belinda Carlisle. As I continued to walk with my face looking down towards the ground. I noticed something black that was barely visible within the leaves on the ground. My curiosity got the best of me as I reached down and picked it up. It was a little black book that filled me with extreme excitement as I began to read the contents of the book. The first page said Lori Douglas you are a winner of $20,000. I thought to myself that this must be a prank of some kind and looked around for any hidden cameras or my friends hiding behind the trees, but there was no one in sight. It was if everyone had vanished from the face of the earth.
By Lori Douglas5 years ago in Futurism
Midsummer Inheritance
The midsummer sun sat at just the right angle to make it impossible to find Anders. Turning away, I scanned the handful of people gathered in the shadows of the cabins that lined the beach. No Anders. He wasn’t the old man in a pilling wool sweater I’d imagined when AncesTree called to tell me I had won the Heritage Sweepstakes, but he wasn’t a stereotypical tall, bright-blonde Scandinavian either. He had dark loose waves and glacial blue eyes, stood almost nose-to-nose with me, and was guiding me through Norway on a month-long trip through my mother’s homeland. All I’d had to do was spit in a tube and send it off. Best case, in my mind, I’d win $10,000 and a personal genealogist. Worst case, I’d have my ancestry mapped. Maybe I’d find some relatives on my mom’s side. Maybe even learn my mother’s name. For only the price of a DNA kit, I figured it was worth it. Turns out it was.
By Samantha Moss5 years ago in Futurism
Your story, before you've written it
It’s darker than the midnight sky, colder than an Antarctic iceberg on a winter's night. I can feel the wind rushing past my face as I leap through the forest, step by step my feet facing each other. I am running for my life. Attempting to be as elusive as possible, I find a ditch. My heart beating so fast it’s almost as if I’ve come into an obscure amount of palpitations… I need to get out of here painting as softly as I can. Why did this happen? How did I get into this situation… I think to myself. I hear the growling of animals moving swiftly through the forest. It sounds like they’re closing in. Slowly attempting to surprise me their prey unannounced but I see them.. every single one. They leap at me ferociously, am I going to die here?
By Anonymous Writer 3785 years ago in Futurism
