fantasy
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The Mysterious Memoir of Madame Taper
The air was unseasonably cold forcing its way into the tiniest of places invading every home that afternoon. As the unwarranted chill was received so was the news of her grandmother’s passing. Her granddaughter sat by the open flame of her fireplace recalling every moment they had spent together. Her grandmother was effortlessly demure and mysteriously beautiful, a legacy she somehow had to follow. Tears that she’d forced herself to control came flowing in abundance for she had tried to remain brave for her Mother who seemed to take the news all too well. The lavishly decorated home was her grandmothers and as such, anything but quaint. Every room was full of priceless trinkets, handmade furniture, and luxury goods that only a lover of beautiful things would recognize. The muffled noise from a nearby television halted her darkened thoughts, it was a taped interview of her grandmother accepting her title of “Sexiest Woman Alive” from Genealogy Magazine. She focused her attention on the screen. Her grandmother sat across a handsome gray-haired man in a neatly pressed gray suit and tie.
By J.J. Walker5 years ago in Futurism
Captain's Log
Captain’s Log: Day 1 I suppose I should introduce myself, in case someone someday finds this book and would like to put a name to the tales that will undoubtedly be scrawled across the pages. I am Henry Alacard, at the moment I am living in the small village of Riverwood whose most recent events I shall now recount to you as they are no doubt the beginning of this epic journey. My Uncle Regie raised me out here in this serene village after the death of my parents some 20 years ago. He was a comely fellow, never without a smile and with a knack for storytelling. One tale he told always captivated me, it was about journeying to the edge of the world, traveling over the clouds and through the sky, he used to tell me that all The Answers could be found there, the answers to everything. It was his life’s ambition to one day make it to The Edge and he soon had me running after this dream, we talked about building a sailboat to fly over the clouds and through the sky. However, my uncle’s dreaming ended sooner than expected, he became very ill, last night he died in my arms. His last word’s I shall preserve forever within these pages, he said, “You must make it to The Edge for me my boy, you must find all The Answers and you must write them down so you may share them with me when we meet again.” He was the only family I had left, and now nothing is tying me to the village except for my incredibly cumbersome lack of a sailboat. Today, after I buried Uncle Regie, I went to sort out his belongings. I was shocked to find a large chest in his closest which I had never seen before, it was a very small house you see and very difficult to keep something secret. Riddled with curiosity, I gingerly opened the chest nearly fainted at its contents. The chest contained $20 000 with a note written in my uncle’s handwriting that read, “For your journey”. And so, I bought this little black notebook with creamy page with which to write down The Answers and the tale of how I got them. With the money that remains, I will build a sailboat and gather a few provisions for my journey. When the construction is done, I will set sail and leave the peaceful village of Riverwood behind, quite possibly, forever.
By Tessa Lawrence5 years ago in Futurism
The sun will rise again tomorrow
The city of St. Louis was completely covered in snow. A common sight for the current period of the year. The view from Erik’s room was astonishing. Living on the tenth floor of a block around the city centre had its perks and the view was breathtaking. The commuters were just a show of colourful dots walking over a white carpet which covered the whole landscape.
By Craciun Andrei5 years ago in Futurism
Little Black Book Challange
A Dragons Debt By. Angel Smith There was a legend that ran through these lands. The legend said that if a warrior, mighty in soul and compassionate at heart fought for the knowledge of the universe, and bested the Beast, he would break the chains of bondage that had been placed on humans from the monster that lived in the mountain tops. The Dragon. Rumored to control the mountains where the trees ended-.
By Angel Smith5 years ago in Futurism
Lu, Tru and the Mystics.
I sat in the twilight drenched room, staring with trepidation at my bank account on my phone. 47 dollars. A heavy sigh escaped from the bottom of my being. Fragments of sunlight from the setting sun played on the walls, drawing my attention back to the present. The light stretched, twisted and flickered in a way that reminded me of a child playing and giggling. My mind unexpectedly went to the backyard of my childhood. To the memory of my sister Celeste, frolicking with our best and imaginary friend, Atrutha or Tru as she liked to be called- a fairy that only we could see. I hadn’t thought about Atrutha or that day in years.
By saliha muttalib5 years ago in Futurism
A Simple Trade
Turns out Patrick is a bust. His powers aren’t permanent, or even close to what I need. Temporary astral projection to body possession – useless. I make the note about what he can do in my small black leatherback notebook, then I draw a neat line through his name. ‘Sorry,’ I say to him, ‘I don’t think you can help me.’ I snap shut the book and give him a vague smile.
By Alex Ogilvie5 years ago in Futurism
The Bookbinder
There once was a wee little town in Northern Scotland, and on the very edge of the town lived a rather rotund old man who was known and loved by all. He was a jolly fellow, from his frizzy red hair all the way down to his beloved pointy boots, which was not a long distance. The old man lived at one end of the long road that all of the town lived upon, for it was not a large town with many streets criss crossing here and there, but merely a collection of houses along a single strip. At the far end of the town was the home of the bookbinder, a dullard. The bookbinder had only recently appeared in the town, much to the surprise and consternation of the townspeople. After all, how many books could a small town possibly require?
By Landry Oliver5 years ago in Futurism
