fantasy
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The Playground
Adrian stumbled through the streets, tired and hungry as he ever was. He longed for the days when his life wasn't in shambles and had meaning. It's been a year since the day he lost his job, six months since Lauren left him with little Cindy to go live with her mother. The bank repossessed the house three months ago and he has been living rough on the streets ever since. Adrian tried his best to find new employment, the only skills he had was making horseshoes but those weren't needed on these new-fangled automobiles. Tripping on an unseen stone, Adrian landed face first in a mud puddle. Sputtering and shaking his head as he climbed to his knees, Adrian spotted a small black notebook lying in front of the puddle oddly clean and dry in comparison to the dingy alley behind the shops where Adrian had gone in search of food.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)5 years ago in Futurism
The Story of Serah and Garonx
I wake up with a start, staring into the darkness that might as well be the void. Something disturbed my slumber, what could it have been? Slowly I stretch my limbs, the soft clink of gold coins as the tumbledown around me echoes around my chamber. I pause, listening hard for the ragged breathing of the terrified intruder that might be. There! In the corner, I can hear the soft trembling whimpers of an invader! Inhaling deeply, I light the deadwood I have stocked up in the corners with my fire, then turning my bright emerald green eyes to the invader, I see it's a young human child. I lean in closely, smelling the fear roll of this youngling. She, for I can determine it is a female child, is dressed in what I presume to be a dirty pale gray nightshirt with bare feet. Her tear-stained face is staring up at me in terrified silence under a mess of tangled dark brown hair.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)5 years ago in Futurism
the Green Door
Between the bookshelf and piano in Aunt Lavender's parlor, there was a sap green door. Slightly worn and happily settled as if it had hung there since the dawn of time. I always felt foolish to have forgotten it, when it had clearly been here all along. I reached out to turn the knob and explore beyond, but instead I opened my eyes and remembered - it was only a dream.
By Katrina Hawley5 years ago in Futurism
Aurora: Untold
There is not much I can tell you about my past that is significant. I am only 16 years old. I have lived a good life up until now being a princess and all. Everyone thinks that it is so fantastic but really its only...ok. I mean princes are always trying to marry you. People are always asking for your help and on top of all that there is no such thing as being "normal".
By Allison Weber5 years ago in Futurism
Write Back
It just looked like an ordinary black notebook. I found it in a box while cleaning up the garage. It didn't stand out in any real way aside from the odd choice of parchment for the pages rather than regular paper. I don't even remember how I got it; yet, I got this weird sense of déja vù about it. I swore I found it before.
By Adam Wallace5 years ago in Futurism
Witch's Light
Prologue Long long ago in an area that is forgotten and yet remembered, there was a meeting of five kings. From the south came the reluctant leader of the Blackfire wolves. From the East, the all too eager prince of Dragons. From the north came the frozen twin lords of the Seers. From the west, the high priestess of Light. To greet them all, there was the king of man at the center. These five kings met to decide the fate of their world and how to fight the growing darkness. The creatures of twilight and man had to work together to defeat the darkness. My family descends from the western priestess and even though no one knows what happened at that gathering, that would create the divides that exist now.
By Michelle Tibbedeaux5 years ago in Futurism
The Package
All eyes turned, followed by gasps, as the lithe blonde woman in a figure-hugging leather jacket and pant suit passed through the revolving door of the Western Union office. She zeroed in on the man behind the counter, her gait had a matchless step like a nymph riding the wind—true and smooth. Her French braid she wore to the middle of her back never moved.
By Gene Hilgreen5 years ago in Futurism
Little Black Book of Magic and Mystery
Tamara lay on her back in the meadow next to her grandparents house, starring up into the beautiful blue summer sky. She closed her eyes and felt the cool breeze blow across her bikini clad skin, and twirl through her long blonde hair like silky fingers. Laying in the sun was her place of zen, it helped her to take her mind off of the nightmare that was her life lately.
By Tamara Loertscher5 years ago in Futurism
A Tale of Two Sands 1
The air is cold tonight. I would not expect this, not where the Nile meets the sea; all this water should better hold the heat of day. A sudden gust whips past and I see Djal tug his robes tight around his chest. Something unnatural on the wind has stolen its warmth. Or is it just the cloudless sky and my restless mind? This city is not familiar to either myself or my two companions; I am thankful for the stars that aid our watch. Djal shivers, then speaks, "If we could scout this meeting place in the day, perhaps we could see it better and it would be warm."
By Alan Roberts5 years ago in Futurism
Family Secrets
Walking into the elegant, well-kept Victorian-style house would never be the same again. Grandma Lillian’s rowdy laughter was missing from the entryway, and the smell of her baking was nowhere to be found. The small things she’d done to make the house a home were slowly dwindling as boxes were packed up and items sorted for keeping, selling, or giving away.
By Valerie Jean5 years ago in Futurism
