fantasy

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The Way The Cookie Crumbled
I grumbled “ You’d think the old lady would just move the recipe “ I sighed watching the screens as they finally stopped in front of the famed cookie shop.
By Misha Alsleben5 years ago in Futurism
Opal Letters. Top Story - February 2021.
“She will be missed.” “Thank you,” I whispered. My Great Aunt Stacy still clutched my hand. Shaking it as if she could ring the tears from my eyes. I hoped she hadn’t noticed how clammy my hand was. I wished I swiped it on my dress first, but she snatched it up, before I could prepare to be touched.
By Kaylin5 years ago in Futurism
Alder
Prologue “Bravery, compassion, courage, knowledge, and strength are just some of the ingredients needed for the use of magic. Magic is said to be the basis of life. Life is the gift given to us by our parents and their parents before them. So if you cherish the life you are given and grateful for how you came to be, then you can truly master magic. Remember this, Alder, if you are to truly learn.” This was the first real lesson Alder’s teacher ever taught him. He believed it to be the only thing he would never forget.
By Derek Dyer5 years ago in Futurism
The Fifth Pass
The Fifth Pass By Gage Fine Lore The sweet breeze of early autumn was making Charlie frustrated. The fine pillowy clouds and bright cheery day had him tapping his foot impatiently. It was made worse by the excited calls of children ready for their weekend, and the beautiful warble of birds chirping merrily in trees just turning to their fantastic fall colors. "No." Thought Charlie. "Today is just too nice for a funeral!"
By Gage Fine Lore5 years ago in Futurism
In the Darkness
"Damn!" she cursed under her breath as once again the lights flickered then went out as, once again, the generator ground to a halt. It left a pressing silence as well as the gloom.
By Sarah Hurn5 years ago in Futurism
The Little Black Book
Elise’s head knocked against the compartment window. The train lights flickered, brakes screeched. Blinking herself awake, she realised she was the only passenger left, that she had slept through her stop, and the train had pulled into a station she didn’t recognise. The lights were off and twilight smudged the station, with only streetlights stretching along the path to guide the way.
By Blake Lindwall5 years ago in Futurism
A Sector In Time:
A Sector in Time: Completing the Circle The Favorite Bench On a deceptively ordinary day, in a truly ordinary city, an extraordinary little girl walks to her favorite bench in an otherwise ordinary park. She prefers this particular bench, over all others, because it has a magical property: whenever she sits on this bench, no one ever approaches her or talks to her, which results in the perfect condition for thinking and writing.
By Tony Ensid5 years ago in Futurism
The Keepers
“I told her not to do it!!” “Do what Cicely?” “I TOLD JAMIE NOT TO DO IT!!” Aunt Julie looked at mom and me wondering what was going on. “Calm down sweetheart, what did you tell Jamie not to do?” “I TOLD JAMIE NOT TO OPEN THE BOOK!!” Aunt Julie covered her mouth with tears in her eyes. Mom look at me and her face turned pale. That was the first time I ever saw a black woman's face turn pale. I never knew we could do that. “Where is she?” Mom said in a panic. “She locked herself in the shed outside!!” Mom, Aunt Julie, and I ran outside, but it was too late. Jamie came out of the shed with the little black book and a blank look on her face. “Jamie….JAMIE!” MOM said shaking her to see if Jamie would respond. With the blank look, Jamie turned to mom and just stared. “Where is the other book Julie?” Mom was afraid of what was happening to Jamie, and she knew the only way to reverse it was to read from the other book. “I…don’t…know…” Aunt Jamie said. With tears in her eyes , she looked away, far off into the distance as if she was staring at someone passing by. “I think Debra took it…” Mom’s face turned even paler. “Why would she do that to us…why would she even do such a thing. She knows that you cannot separate the two.” Aunt Julie took the book from Jamie and a piece of paper fell out from between the pages. We all stopped and watched it fall to the ground like a leaf would fall from the trees in autumn.
By Perrine Coppage5 years ago in Futurism
Count the cost
It was midday and Franklin was inside his cabbie waiting for another customer to hail him, he’d been on the clock since 6 am and was ready for a lunch break but he’d only made about 50 bucks in tips and he needed way more than that to make rent, he was already three days behind and Mr. Lemeny wasn’t going to be any more lenient then he’s already been, Franklin had to work through lunch & decided to go to one of the busiest areas, the airport.
By Arnell Williams5 years ago in Futurism
The Black Book Dreams
In the dimly lit classroom, Professor Buck paces past his projection of a brain and text. He has an aura of a lost artist meets brilliant mind in his precisely chosen, yet disheveled suit.
By Aley Way5 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Numbers
He awoke in the clothes he'd worn the night before. Head pounding and unable to remember how he had gotten home he buried his face into the pillow with a groan. The first half of his birthday had been a celebration to remember. The drinks had arrived in a never-ending stream. He knew better, and now he desperately needed a glass of water and aspirin. Moving to sit up he felt something strange on his bed next to his hand. Face still buried, he tried to guess what it was by feeling. Raising his head enough to see there was a small black notebook invading his space. It wasn't his nor had he seen it before. Picking it up, he rolled onto his back to better examine his discovery. The pages were full of addresses, some in the city and some in other states, and each address had been assigned a dollar amount. Did he steal a real estate agent's little black book at some point in the night? Racking his brain trying to remember anything, his head, still pounding, returned no useful information. There was no name or phone number to suggest an owner. None of the addresses listed a real estate company. Deciding to find a way to return it he flipped through finding a relatively nearby address. It must be quite the apartment based on the price of the rent. Twenty thousand a month was definitely out of the average price range. Taking a quick shower and some aspirin he headed out to admit he was a thief.
By Saleana5 years ago in Futurism
Time and Chaos
Nova walked absentmindedly towards home like she does every night after her shift at Starbucks. It was a breezy night, so she strode a bit slower than usual while listening to her playlist through earphones. She did not pay much attention until the smallest hairs on the back of her neck stood up seconds before someone grabbed her arm.
By Kristina Luck5 years ago in Futurism