fantasy
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Hush, She Said to Her Restless Heart
Sarah will always remember the day she discovered that she was the most powerful person on Earth. Riding her bicycle to the top of a hill on the asphalt trail in the Nature Preserve, she had to stop. The twelve-year-old felt her legs getting stronger and it became difficult to control the bike. The wind picked up and gusts of warmth swirled past brushing her face and arms. The girl thought it strange that gravity could feel so weak.
By Rick Baker5 years ago in Futurism
The Three Hungers Of Argost
Over the forest, a single stone tower came into view. It was several stories tall, with steeple shaped windows marking every floor…save one. The brickwork was worn, vine twisted and disheveled…as if the earth had shifted in its sleep and jostled the stones from their once perfect alignment.
By Brian West5 years ago in Futurism
The little book
Formal Write out below, Enjoy! :) THE LITTLE BOOK Once upon a time near the edge of the world, where the oceans fell to oblivion and the moon poured its milk onto the lilac void of eternity. A little black book lay upon an old wooden pedestal just beyond the edge of reality.
By Brian Zuleta5 years ago in Futurism
The Life Unknown
Christopher was beginning to grow tired of his daily routine, and of the way that his life had unfolded up to this point. “Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat,” he thought to himself, “that’s all I ever do.” What Christopher truly enjoyed were his strolls through town, where he walked at a leisurely pace in the present. This is what Christopher did best. He would breathe the fresh air, smile at the sunshine, smell the roses, petunias, and other flowers that he passed. He’d wave at the trees and imagine their branches were waving back to him. He saw upside-down worlds through the reflections of the canals which columned the town like the spaces between paragraphs.
By Christian McSweeney5 years ago in Futurism
Mr. Tweedie’s Suitcase
The death call came in just past midnight on the day that changed Remi Holt’s life forever. Without opening his eyes, he reached for his cell phone and answered it in a voice that suggested to the nurse on the other end that he hadn’t been asleep for very long. “This is Remi with Holt’s Funeral Home,” he mustered.
By E.M. Brown5 years ago in Futurism
The battle on the moss hill
Gray predator watches over the hill, which an iron pipe is splitting away the sharp grey smoke. The man looks around, kicking the decayed tree branch. Leaning over and turning upside down the old brown spruce needles and cones with the rifle tube, observing his ‘’job’’, grumbles something and slowly walks toward the hill.
By All different Kind of stuff5 years ago in Futurism
The other side of the fence
My older sister Amanda always loves to tell me stories, she’s good at it too. I love the way her eyes light up when it gets to her favourite part and the way I can see the pain in them when she gets to the worst. She never runs out of them, some of them she writes at night to tell me, but others are real. She will tell me stories about life before me to help fill in the blank spaces I have. She tells me about mom and dad and what life was like before they left. You see, there is a war, I don’t really understand it but it all started in the year 2021. My sister has told me this story many times but I always get lost, why would the government want to take children away from their parents and siblings away from one another? My sister still won’t tell me exactly how it started, she said it had to do with the poor uprising against the rich, but I don’t actually understand what those words really mean. All I know is that I’m lucky because my sister takes care of me which not a lot of people have. Government officials won’t let siblings be with each other and my sister says she has to bribe the officers to let her stay with me. I don’t know what she bribes them with, we have nothing.
By Charlotte Roma5 years ago in Futurism
