fantasy
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Little Black Book
I was ten and in the fifth grade. School was boring, so I spent a lot of time reading books that I found around the house. My mother was an avid reader, and we had books everywhere and on all kinds of subjects. One afternoon when left on my own, I snuck into my mom's bedroom. Sometimes I would discover things that I was not supposed to find.
By Diana L Duda5 years ago in Futurism
That Old Black Magick
I was fascinated with the new arrival to our village. In part, because we rarely have new arrivals. I can almost remember moving here with my dad, but not quite. I was only four. I remember before being a bigger, cleaner, happier place, but I also knew that mom had done something bad, and that she had an accident because of it. We had to leave under the cover of night before anyone found out.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Futurism
Weeping of the Sea
Too many steps, too many bricks upon this road I have passed in my tiresome journey to the edge of the world as I know it. I have known hunger some days, thirst others, yet I continue to beat this worn and weary path that thousands have taken before me. In my more lax moments I wonder why any of them did. Then I snap out of the delusion that other people actually matter.
By Skye Tandy5 years ago in Futurism
Grandfather
Standing in front of the mirror, a wan candle his only illumination, he didn't know what he was doing, that much was obvious. He was doing what the internet and pop culture said you did in these situations. What kind of childish idiot did she take him for, anyway? His face set in grim lines as he thought of his mother.
By G. Dean Manuel5 years ago in Futurism
The Boy Who Saw a Rainbow
Almost everyone in the world didn’t see color. Until Zahaa. Zahaa was not like everyone else. He saw color in everything while everyone else only saw things and economic value. No one else saw the leaves changes from viridian to a middle-green-yellow to autumn xanthic to dark-carrot-orange to rufous and then a burnt brown.
By Talia Basma5 years ago in Futurism
The Fall of Kardune
In the peaceful kingdom of Kardune, the great king Cadeyrn and his queen Camilla prepared to welcome their child into the world on a dark and cold winter night. The castle was caught in a whirlwind of activity as the maids scurried to gather bedding, water, and other things they needed for safe delivery. The king paced back and forth in front of the bed-chamber door, anxiously awaiting news of his beloved and his heir. The door burst open, Cadeyrn snapped his head up as the harried midwife hurried out, muttering to herself and shaking her head about madly as she went. With growing concern, King Cadeyrn rushed into the chamber to find his wife cradling not one, but two boys. One had shining blonde hair and the other had hair as black as coal.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)5 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Names
Micah sat on a bench at the Battery, looking out on the ocean waves as they lapped against the seawall and fencing barricade that had stood for well over a century. The peaceful moss swayed in response to the whisper of an April wind rustling through the leaves of the massive oaks that lined the park. The weather was lovely this time of year in Charleston, as was the abundance of blooming azaleas, magnolias, and dogwoods. All of these things, when combined, lent a calmness that betrayed the anxiousness Micah had felt ever since he’d lost the little black notebook four days prior. He had never been without the book in his possession. It would not be long, however, before he’d have it back – before she arrived with it. His hands itched at the thought of holding the book again as he waited, pondering the recent turn of events that had led him to this point.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Names
Micah sat on a bench at the Battery, looking out on the ocean waves as they lapped against the seawall and fencing barricades that had stood for well over a century. The peaceful moss swayed in response to the whisper of an April wind rustling through the leaves of the massive oaks that lined the park. The weather was lovely this time of year in Charleston, as was the abundance of blooming azaleas, magnolias, and dogwoods. All of these things, when combined, lent a calmness that betrayed the anxiousness Micah had felt ever since he'd lost the little black notebook four days prior. He had never been without the book in his possession. It would not be long, however, before he'd have it back - before she arrived with it. His hands itched at the thought of holding the book again as he waited, pondering the recent turn of events that had led him to this point.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Futurism
The Black Dragon
MacGregor watches the morning horizon while he drinks his fresh cup of coffee on his balcony. He loves his job as a motorcycle mechanic, but it is a privilege to get on his Harley and ride. Today is the first day of his vacation and he looks forward to it. He plans to ride his motorcycle from Calgary, Alberta to anywhere, British Columbia. He plans to randomly pick a place and find Sasquatch. Along with riding his motorcycle, he loves watching all those documentaries about cryptids and aliens. He hopes that one day, he will see something. Maybe he will get lucky on this trip.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Futurism
From Dystopia To Utopia
My purse that contains everything I own is snatched out of my hands as I dig for change for the bus. I run after the person, but they are fast, too fast for a human. I don't know what I'm going to do. Life is supposed to get better, not worse.
By Shelly Marie Hixson5 years ago in Futurism
