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Magical Tattoos: The Barn Owl
This is the recorded case study of magical tattoo 2497071 – The Barn Owl. First recorded by the Documancer Natwun upon joining a party with a goliath. It was said this goliath, K’Lun, had followed the ancestral teachings of her clan in the path of the beasts. This is a copy of his records:
By Michael Neumann5 years ago in Futurism
Call Us Back to This Place Without a Cause
06 August 2009 - Thursday - Journal Entry 9:02 pm I thought it would be a good idea to start recording my day down here in this journal. I heard that journaling helps people with anxiety and can maybe help me understand my emotions better. I plan to also doodle a bit in here. I feel it will help me express myself better. This journaling thing will probably also help me with discipline as I plan to journal every night right before bed.
By Dream Silas5 years ago in Futurism
The Guardian
This path does not have an ending, the walk is the purpose. I continue to tell myself this as I trudge up the mountainside on my way to the “Entrance of the Guardian Realm.” Yeah, probably thinking the same thing I did after hearing that name – presumptuous much?
By Nick Counts5 years ago in Futurism
Eabha's Ulchabhan
Eabha’s bones groaned as she struggled to her feet from underneath the dozens of furs piled high over her to protect her from the cruel winter air. Eabha glared to her right past her nose through her one good eye at the few embers still smoking in the hearth. Her small dingy hut illuminated a smoky abyssal blue, the frost creeping inwardly at Cailleach’s decree.
By Caleb Brubaker5 years ago in Futurism
The Owl
The Owl. By M.Olbrecht Jon Howard grinned with pride as the majestic creature took flight. The owl circled the inside of the vast old barn twice before taking a wobbly landing on the edge of an old dented wooden table next to where Howard stood arms crossed. The owl straightened its stance on the table and shook its still slightly sore left wing. Howard lovingly caressed the wing. “You healed beautifully, still a little shaky, but I think that’s mostly nerves.”
By Michelle Franco5 years ago in Futurism
Treacherous Waters
It had been a long swim. Cassandra Tomtin was finalizing the last leg of her nightly 40 mile perimeter sweep on the lookout for any last vulnerable prey. The temperature had drastically dropped in the last ten miles but Cassie hadn’t felt it, numbed by routine. She also didn’t feel the escalation of the current, which had little impact on her sleek placoid scales and 2000 pounds of pure muscle, but she did feel a twinge of discomfort snake along the 10 inch scar on her right side. It prompted a clouded memory which momentarily softened the icebox around her heart, but she instantly shook it off, and continued the last mile stretch in complete focus, before dropping to the depths of the ocean floor and retiring to partial awareness, softly floating in a deep sleep.
By Celine Yvonne Cunha5 years ago in Futurism
The Contingency
They were training me for something. I didn’t know what it was. Come to think of it – I didn’t know much about anything going on at the time. My days were repeated cycles of regimented activities. As far as I could tell, every day since I was born in that windowless box had been the exact same. Wake up. Learn history. Exercise. Eat. Sleep. That was my life for 25 years. They never mentioned the outside world… hell… they barely mentioned anything outside of history class. It was an airless circle that was grinding me to oblivion; I thought I was being tortured… that it would never end.
By Nick LaMacchia5 years ago in Futurism
