fantasy
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Blood of Solomon: Awakening pt 2
Luthor Luthor nursed another headache as he sat in his patrol vehicle going over the Detective’s Handbook at his usual post off of Lincoln Drive. It had been a month since his first trial where his nerves got the best of him and resulted in a miserable fail. Just the thought of him failing the written exam for the second time a week after news of his father’s death was not only depressing, but intensified his headache ever more. It was the frustration he felt at always getting in his own way. He was not a stupid man. In fact, his father spent a fortune for his education, implanting him into boarding school in Connecticut at the age of 11. Though when his headaches began only a few years later, book work became much more difficult.
By Billie Riddick5 years ago in Futurism
The Black Notebook of Power
During a snow-filled day in December, the snowflakes fell onto the soft powder that already formed over the winter season; a lady named Angela was out walking and in a cute way playing in the snow. Once Angela was finished frolicking, she stumbled upon a little black notebook with the inscription, "Within this book contains the power to make a change with purpose." Angela proceeded with childish curiosity and picked up the book, and then, she opened it. To her amazement, the book was a blank slate, a tabula rosa, if you will, as if it were a blank journal that someone dropped from their backpack after school. Angela watched the first page, and the book started to inscribe, "Angela's Journal of Purpose." Angela was in shock and began to gaze at the inscription. She could not believe her own eyes. "The book seemed as though something was possessing the book," she thought to herself. Then, out of nowhere, a sort of spiral appeared, and a small figure of a gnome type of image appeared as a sort of projection from the book and said, "Angela, my dear, you are one lucky lady. This book was the Magical Journal of one of the greatest wizards of all time. He left this book here for you to find and make the world a better place. Still, first, you must prove to everyone that you are now one of the greatest witches of all time by requesting from the book that you win the lottery as proof that you are capable of some of the most awesome and greatest magic in the world!" The gnome disappeared almost as fast as the gnome appeared. There was a picture of the gnome on the second page with the gnome's thumbs-up, and she was still winking at Angela, who was in absolute disbelief.
By Lucas Ambrezewicz5 years ago in Futurism
A taste of fate
Running… That is all she knew, running… There was only the fear and the run. She could not stop, her chest ached there was not enough air. She could not slow to catch her breath, or they would be on her. Who “they” where was not clear in her fogged brain but the thought filled her with such deep dread her legs just kept on. There was no choice. Brambles cut her legs; tree branches slapped at her.
By Laura Carlock5 years ago in Futurism
Monster Zoo, Water Trouble
It was a normal day here at the zoo. The weather was the same as always, gray clouds giving off a hint of potential rain, thunder and lightning. Of course, we never get that. There’s almost never any sunny days either. Just the weird sense that comes before the storm. Kieran Hollow sat at a table by the window of his diner, hoping that maybe today would be just a little different. He was holding his glass of chocolate milk, his half eaten blueberry muffin that his Papa made him sitting there waiting to be finished.
By Alexander Mikesell5 years ago in Futurism
The Eyes of the Forgotten Warrior
Long ago in a distant planet called Draco, there is a powerful empire known as Dragonia. Well known for their military discipline and their elite generals, no kingdom dare to challenge them. One particular general –the greatest of all Dragonian warriors was Siege the White Warrior. The White Warrior was the master of the four greatest technique in Dragonia. Fearing that one day someone with evil intent would try to steal the manuscript to his technique, he split the manuscript and train four warriors a part of the his technique. These Warriors name were, Shenyu Tuyshen, Tobias, Mogoorah and Tobi Rejuno. Eventually, someone came and challenge Siege the White Warrior for the manual script. His heart was pure Evil and Siege knew he must not let him get the manuscript. The challenger calls himself the Forgotten Lord of Fighters. It was a duel to the death. The fight lasted for hours. The Forgotten Lord was indeed powerful, but Siege was able to have the upper hand. Knowing that he could not defeat Siege the White Warrior, the Forgotten Lord decided play a dirty trick on him by throwing sand in his eyes.
By Steven Blackmon5 years ago in Futurism
The Guardian
The Guardian In old Norse folklore it was said that Freyja was the Goddess Of Many things. She was the Goddess of War, fertility, death and magic but above all she was the Goddess of Love and with that came the ability to look into the future. It was said that Freyja ruled over Valhalla with Odin and each of them received half of the souls that have fallen in battle.
By Nevaeh Rhodes (Emily Murff)5 years ago in Futurism
Skinwalkers
A cool breeze set in just above the little lake, sitting below the jagged mountain looming above. The sun setting the world ablaze with colors rarely seen in the sky, brilliant purples, deep reds, hot oranges and bright yellows. A fishing pole bobbing just slightly above the water in the day's fishing sweetspot. The pole and line jolted down into the water snapping Naby out of a serious daze. She began her attempt at reeling the fish in, fighting hard the pole strained hard. “Damn it! This has to be the biggest fish this pond has ever seen!” Naby whispered to herself. The girls hair black as midnight, her hazel eyes tense preparing to rip this fish from the depths of the lake.
By Patrick Carr5 years ago in Futurism
Son of Shadow
Blinded by the light of what he could be, he had to turn his senses towards the shadows… Talib rose out of bed late in the afternoon; sometimes he would wake up and lay in bed for hours, trying to remember his dreams…but this particular morning, he woke only to his fantasies of “Living The Good Life” and a few minutes of social media scrolling.
By Tyrone Morales5 years ago in Futurism
