fantasy

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A Dangerous Contract
I sit outside of the cafe, slowly sipping on my cappuccino when I notice it. There is a stone barrier between the cafe’s outdoor seating area and the sidewalk. Lying upon it is a book. A small, black, notebook.
By Cody Dunnington5 years ago in Futurism
The Olympians
Somewhere above Thessaly – 10th year of fighting Poseidon ripped his trident from the body of the man, watching as he fell to the earth in a bundle of bloody limbs. Sighing he glided down towards the ravaged ground and touched down, exhaustion in every line of his body.
By Toni Petto5 years ago in Futurism
The Island of the Black Book
Walking down the stone corridor of an abandoned Medieval castle, Professor Reitgar De Vries shined his torch into the darkness of the oncoming passageway, holding his breath that the worse thing to be found in the shadows were mice and spiders. At the same time, De Vries prayed that the Lithium battery would still continue to shine for a little while longer.
By William Gold5 years ago in Futurism
The King's Eradication
19th January 2030 ~'Heavy lay's the head that wears the crown.'~ some guy that knew what he was talking about. In about two days it will've been eight years since the revolution. Seven since this title was bestowed upon me.
By Alissa Hayes5 years ago in Futurism
Until Kingdom Come
“Blast the mother,” Nina fumed as she dived behind the nearest oak tree. The mercenary hot on her heels was extraordinary, she had to give him that. She surveyed the burning cut on her forearm, courtesy of the arrow he released on his target just moments before. Shallow enough, she thought. Nina reached out with her senses. In her mind's eye, she could see him approaching carefully, favoring his left side. She smiled, remembering the blow she delivered to his right thigh after he caught her ransacking his small cottage, searching for the dethda talisman that now sat safely in her carry bag. He was too broad shouldered if you asked her, slowed him down and made it difficult to respond to his opponents next move. She didn’t have that problem, small framed and lithe. His green eyes narrowed in concentration, her pursuer began circling the tree that shielded her from view. Eyes closed, Nina matched him step for step, careful to keep an inch of distance between her black leather boots and the base of the tree. She saw him pause and tick his chin to the right, listening for her. His long brown mane fell back to reveal his Fae-gifted ears, perked up and straining. Nina, still safely hidden, paused and matched his breathing, breath for breath—chest rising and falling in rhythm to his. He hit the tree in frustration and continued down the path towards Eferda Mountain, where she likely would have gone, had she not felt him narrowing the distance between them more quickly than anticipated. She debated whether or not to let him alone and take the longer journey to meet the trader awaiting her arrival just north of the mountain. She smiled wickedly, opening her eyes to reveal his retreating form. Nina briefly noted the simplicity of his grey linen undergarment, worn underside of a plain black tunic. She smiled even wider when she realized his linen chauses looked almost new, barely worn. She decided against adding an extra quarter days’ journey to her travel schedule for the likes of him. Apologies to your laundress, she thought before moving her deft feet soundlessly, bounding across the expanse between them in mere seconds. Now upon him, she slid across the path to the right of her opponent and brought her body to a standstill right in front of him. He had no time to gain his footing before he was on his back, thanks to the hard uppercut she dealt to his chin with her elbow. “Bloody mother--,” he swore. Before he could utter anything more, she knelt and gripped his throat with an unforgiving clench. “Wait wait,” he choked out. She paused for a heartbeat, noting the worn out brakla that encircled his left wrist. It was similar to the kind mothers often hand wove for their male children before parting in times of war. She slammed his head against the ground and gritted out, “Stop.following.me.” She slowly rose from the ground, taking care to look him in his eyes as she did so. She could see him calculating his next best option. “I need that talisman Nina Thorburn,” he sneered.
By Löris McIntosh5 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Songs
Zar was moving towards her objective, the tips of the white castle could be seen just over the upcoming hill. The castle was built atop a small mountain, down inside a large valley. Her hooded cloak was tattered, she was tired, thirsty and her morale was diminishing with each step.
By Chris Miles5 years ago in Futurism
The Lost 20,000
“20,000 dollars?” I looked down into the beaten suitcase, “What am I supposed to do with 20,000 dollars?!” My voice echoed through the bank halls.
By Jazmin Hedrick5 years ago in Futurism
Excalibur
“Jack, pass me Excalibur please!” Truman said, his hand outstretched to take his small black notebook. He called it that because he claimed it would bring justice and equality back to the world. Jack believed him. He had seen what Truman was capable of.
By Tanner Allen5 years ago in Futurism
Mine
Isla My hands were almost numb. I looked down at my fingers, clutching my brown bag tightly in my lap. I scan the area, anxiously taking in the view, hoping that my eyes will finally find what they are searching for. Nothing. After four hours of waiting, nothing had happened. I slowly uncurl one of my hands from the bag to reach into my pocket. My fingers earnestly hunt for the only constant in my life for the last forty-eight hours. As I finally find the wrinkled paper, my heartbeat quickens as it has done each time I am forced to read the few words from the paper. If you want to see her again, be at this address with $20,000. That’s all the paper said. I didn’t even know if I was in the right area at the park, or if I should move closer to the gate, or further into the trees that surround the nature reserve. Too afraid of somehow angering the invisible captor, I remain on the bench, exposed in such a purposeful manner, that my cooperation was obvious.
By Zarinah 5 years ago in Futurism
Monologue of a Cipher
Injured and stressed, restlessness overcame. Then came the discovery of My-Space. Budding communities filled with artists of all kinds.
By The Ghost Writer5 years ago in Futurism
Yes.
Yes. I'm a ruler of time. It's nothing too heavy. It just seemed like something to put out there from the get-go. No, this is not going to make a lot of sense, but yes, I have something for you. And no, we don't know each other. We are but near acquaintances.
By James Haro5 years ago in Futurism
MASTIFI
After Kendra kicked off her boots, the smooth caress of Lake Andrea surrounded her. She began to think about how good it felt to actually be free of the guards, training and tests. But unknown to her, she wasn’t really free yet. Joe quietly followed her into the lake from the opposite side. It was too late for Kendra to retreat before being dunked into the water head first. After coming up for air, a thick muscular arm wrapped around her neck. As Kendra regains consciousness, she realizes that she is being carried over Joe’s shoulder onto the shore. She could barely see through the blindfold or hear from the ringing in her ears.
By BeliefsUnlimited5 years ago in Futurism