fantasy
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The Dark
Bell died while she slept. Day and night no longer existed, time was now defined by sleep or awake. Jess frowned. Bell had been so excited to see the wicks. Fifty cured and intricately braided, ready for use lantern tapers. Ten-thousand dollars worth. Half of what he found in the lock box, the other half, another 10K, now secured in a pouch deep within her backpack.
By Julie St Thomas5 years ago in Futurism
Woven Lines
There is a peculiar feeling when one has hit rock bottom. They do things they normally wouldn’t do, which is why David found himself wandering in the middle of nowhere, scuffing his pristine leather Bontoni shoes on a forgotten dirt path. It was all to find some strange woman named Opal.
By Madeline Docherty5 years ago in Futurism
WHAT LIBBY WANTS
“Okay, Carmen, today’s the day. I can feel it," I said, rubbing my hands together. The food stained seat of my Toyota Camry squeaked as I shifted my legs. My best friend Kendric says she's too beat up for a name like Carmen, but her rusted patches and once rocket red paint was evidence of her fight to get me through pretty much every lemon life had thrown. I knew the first day I sat in the driver’s seat Carmen and I were soulmates. I stuck my hand out my partially rolled down window and opened my door, closing it with my legging-clad hip. Then, giving Carmen a quick rub for luck, I walked into Thrift World.
By J.R. Anderson5 years ago in Futurism
The Secret of Time
I was eighteen when I first realised how little I understood about how Time works. As children we are taught to read it, as if it is a concept easily grasped and rooted in fact. They say it’s entirely structured, moving at a steady pace. A force that cannot be slowed or sped to suit our needs. Instead, Time continues on its everlasting journey at a stubborn pace, only ever moving forward. But I now know this could not be further from the truth.
By Zainab Ali5 years ago in Futurism
Herbert the Erflin
My name is Archimedes, and I'm here to tell you an unbelievable story. Centuries ago, there lived creatures on Earth named Erflins. Before man, and before dinosaurs. Erflins lived and thrived. They were small, about the size of a tennis ball. There were both male and female Erflins, and they had soft green skin. Their hair was usually blonde or dark black. Erflins lived full lives and used the earth's resources to build wonderous things. They created wells and built fashionable homes. They invented the wheel and used that to spin water to generate power. They mastered fire and discovered silver and gold. They turned the materials from the earth into jewelry and clothing. Erflins are not built the way humans are. The only way to tell whether one is male or female is their eyes. Female Erflins all had long eyelashes and blue eyes. While the male Erflins had dark brown eyes and no eyelashes. They wear clothing for art, and neither extreme cold nor extreme heat has an effect on them. They referred to Earth as the land of Gwin. They are magical beings. They cast spells, and are the first magicians to ever rule the earth.
By Brooke Hudson5 years ago in Futurism
Sweet rich dreams
The blade, oblique to his body, impaled the weak ground beneath. As his breathing got heavier, he smiled. He knew. A drop travelled down the illusive expression on his face parting ways with it as it broke free to be absorbed by the awaiting earth. Silence. The eerie silence was something to memorable it had become almost innate to him that he basked in it. The crescent night but he one script with great strength was all that allowed him to stay standing, at the mercy of what can only be described as death in a physical form. It was far from over…
By Nathan Pinnock5 years ago in Futurism
Shri
Zelda found herself in Mama Mambo's magic shop on Haight street. She lived close by and loved the stretch San Fran was famous for. Zelda had been to that shop many times. But today she couldn't remember how or why. In a bit of a daze with the intoxicating scent of patchouli swimming in her nose, she examined herself in the mirror in front of her. Promised on the sticker tag was the item description. "Snow white mirror". Zelda had heard of these magic mirrors before and not just from Disney. Magic mirrors had been included in loor for centuries. Special mirrored glass enchanted by blessing, prayer, incantation and the like.
By Sarah Berridge5 years ago in Futurism
Not a Second More
The land had become so accustomed to the songs of war that the deafening waltz of screams became something of a lullaby to sleep-laden children. The screams tripped over the ever-widening cracks in the roads, lapping at walls and houses and trees, flooding in through chimneys and fissures and any windows dare left cracked. The distant hum and steady heartbeat of incomprehensible fires too powerful to quell vibrated through towns and lands not too far off, an unwavering and promised nightlight for children scared of what the darkness held.
By Brook Blackwell5 years ago in Futurism
THE DREAM
I had only one plan for the day: to take a power nap. Well, I did, and I had a dream that changed my life. In the dream, I found myself in the dark, standing in what I imagined to be the very center of a large, empty piece of land. After standing in the same spot for quite a bit of time, I glanced over my right shoulder and something had been added to the scene. I turned and saw a hole in a fence leading to where I was. On the opposite side of the hole was a well-lit street that looked really busy. It explained the gallon of milk in my right hand, and a small black notebook with a rubber band around it, in my left. Infallibly, without a doubt, I knew that I was lost.
By S Nicole Callahan5 years ago in Futurism
