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The Little Black Notebook
It was a cloudless first day of May when I found it. I always stopped by the bookstore when I walked in that part of town. On sunny days, the owner put out a table filled with books that hadn’t found a home. Besides the books, there was a coffee can chained to the table and a sign that said “Take a book. Donations accepted.” The can had a slot in its lid where you could put a little money if you had any and thought a book was worth it. Sometimes, if I had any, I’d put some change in. Most of the books, well, let’s just say there was a reason they were on that table. Occasionally, though, a gem hid amongst the dreck.
By Art Smith5 years ago in Futurism
The Beauty, the Beast and the Little Black Book
I turned the pages of the little black book. Sketches and watercolor paintings of the castle filled the ivory white sheets within. Even though the rooms and the furniture were the same, the artist made the rooms seem livelier and wholesome, almost like the castle was a happy place at one time. There were people on each page; maids, butlers, cooks, and even one that I believed to be the beast. In all honesty, the drawing looked nothing like the beast. They were completely different. Except for their eyes. Their eyes gave them away.
By Amy Rivers5 years ago in Futurism
S.E.R.V.I.T.U.D.E
Honestly, I’m just going to be straight up with ya’ll… we are all fucked. This planet that we are living on is rejecting our kind. We have trashed it and now it is rebelling against us. Mother nature takes her time, but the humans that reside on Earth are quick with their destruction. Time wastes not in this world and a “new beginning” is always raging forward to the next best thing. Greed and empowerment run our people and there is nothing more to them.
By Elizabeth Shackelford5 years ago in Futurism
The House of Vos
“Lady Sakari, I watched as a dagger was driven through the heart of my brother for his 15th birthday. Sickness is not tolerated in the House of Vos, something you know all too well. I cannot thank you enough for keeping my secret all these years. Regretfully...it has become all too evident that the sickness runs in my veins. By the time you’ve read this letter, I will have already joined my brother in death. As my sole Lady-in-waiting, and closest confidant, you will be sentenced to death as well…”
By SK5 years ago in Futurism
Gupta
Gupta Gupta sat cross-legged on the boulder, his hands resting on his lap, and he thought. At least, that is what he appeared to be doing, with his eyes closed. It was a very large, smooth boulder that he sat on, and Gupta looked like any ordinary boy about ten years old. However, he was not an ordinary boy, and a great sense of peace seemed to emanate from him. I don’t know how else to describe it.
By roger Crane5 years ago in Futurism
The Opening
You will never believe what I am about to tell you. Heck, I was there and I have a hard time believing it myself. Even now I hesitate, because telling about it, may place me in danger. I’m only writing it down as a means of documenting it so if something happens to me, maybe this information will fall into the right hands. Maybe it can prevent something from happening that may have otherwise been avoided.
By Marvin Scott5 years ago in Futurism
Un Tempo Senza Fine Part 2
Chapter 3: “You’re getting a lot better at this.” I looked out the door and saw luscious green everywhere, and a white horse tied up to a hitching post. I took my first step outside and breathed deep, filling my lungs with the clean air.
By Nathan Zellmer5 years ago in Futurism
Long Life Maker
"Mademoiselle," the heroine said, exasperated. "Please pardon me if I'm confused, but what is the point of owning a stationery store if you refuse to sell anything?"
By Emmanuelle Chateauneuf5 years ago in Futurism
Miracles
There was a solace in knowing that Annie could expect this work for the next hundred years, even if the work was apocalyptic at its most generous description. She worked carefully in her little black book, writing the names of those that made pacts with the Dark Lords, taking the information of the dark Minions that convinced them to give up all of their goodness, their altruism, and their compassion for a miracle.
By Sarah V. Hines5 years ago in Futurism
On the Ceiling
My classmates are on the ceiling again. I don’t know how they get their desks all the way up there. The teacher asks someone to read the next page in the textbook, one of them raises their hand, and when I look around, they’re gone. They read the page so effortlessly from the ceiling, even with all of that blood rushing to their head. I don’t get it. Do they even know they’re up there? I received quite a boost in my allowance recently, ever since mom published that one article in that one journal last year. I tried to “spend it wisely” as they say. Twenty thousand dollars for one year, just to come to this school. A school where my classmates sit on the ceiling. Maybe coming here was the wrong choice.
By 102JAMZ5 years ago in Futurism
PUT IT BACK
One moment there was nothing, and the next – there it was. A small, black notebook sat neatly in the centre of the previously unoccupied desk. Mark paused as he glanced down, his eyes widening.
By Joe Stone5 years ago in Futurism
Lost Kingdom
It was a cold winter day and all was as still in the Fint City. Yet, the world around Your Majesty was chaos. Your Majesty could not make the people of her kingdom calm down for a minute. It was all over the news to bring down Your Majesty and off with her head. Your Majesty, Your Majesty Chevron, the servant of the house stated, "the people are banging on the door." Just then Your Majesty heard yelling at the door, "Come out! Come out we know that you are in there! Your Majesty's mind raced wild with thoughts about what to do about the frantic knocks at the door. Finally, Your Majesty decided to answer the frantic knock at the door. Your Majesty called for Chevron the servant to answer the door. Chevron went to the door and opened it to a major overload of news reporters seeking comment. Your Majesty! The news reporters screamed, "What is your comment on the recent riots of the people in your land over not having money to support their families? Your Majesty looked flabbergasted at all the news reporters gathered with microphones at her door like guns. Your Majesty ascended slowly to the door in defeat to address the menacing questions. With a huge sigh that came from Your Majesty, she replied, "I know times are hard, but we have been through a lot together, and we will work through this unforeseen problem to provide for all of us. My staff and I have been putting together a stimulus package that will see that your families are well taken care of through these trying times. That is all I have for right now everyone please stay vigilant to help solve the problems we face and be safe. Good day and GOD be praised." After stating those comments, the news reporters looked pleased and relieved from the ambush of the house of Your Majesty to dismantle away from her house. Your Majesty with tears beginning to form in her eyes went retiring to her bedroom quarters for another trying and defeated day.
By Michelle Mathis5 years ago in Futurism