fantasy
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Cursed
******************** The quiet of the forest is a very soothing sound, the soft sounds of animals scurrying above, the small crunch of grass as a mother rabbit ventures with her little hord of babies. Young Rea Hill, was just eighteen with long brown hair and bright honey brown eyes. She was dressed in rags, but she didn’t care. After all, the forest was not a place to dress up. She sat, in a small clearing of the trees of her hidden home. She loved her home. It was peaceful, but it was also lonely, if it wasn't for her best friend, Scout she would be lost.
By Elizabeth Leblanc5 years ago in Futurism
ERIC LE CHEVAL ET D'AUTRES HISTOIRES
Eric the horse Once upon a time, in a small village that belonged to Buea, there lived two farmers named Mr. and Mrs. Rogne lived happily with her husband, but she did not have any children. She always dreamed of having a beautiful daughter. On the farm, there were many animals: two chickens, two pigs, a cow tied to a tree, and a horse. Among all these animals, there was one that was different from others, it was the horse named Eric. Eric was not a real horse; he used to be a human like Mr. and Mrs. Rogne! He lived in the village with his mother and father and was the most handsome boy in the village. Every day on his way to school, Eric would sing and wake up the evil sorcerer, Fantasia, who lived in a small haunted house hidden in the dark forest. She hated Eric because she could not get her beauty sleep, so she had wrinkles all over her face. One day the evil sorcerer; took Eric's parents away from him.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Futurism
The Village
I was always warned not to go into the forbidden woods. I never believed the stories but listened anyways. People go in and they never come back. Don't blame them though, there's got to be more than this little village. "Gwenn it's Dinner time" momma yells breaking my concentration. "Happy birthday sweetie" father says as he kisses my cheek. Today is my 18th birthday and everyone is expecting me to tell them what I plan to do with my life and if I'm going to accept Jonathans proposal. Jonathan is amazing in everyway, he's the most handsome man in the village and the smartest one too! I'm not too bad myself but I wouldn't need to lift a finger if I married him. He's two years older than me and chose to follow his dads footsteps as a doctor. Everyone plays their part and if I say yes to him I'll be expected to play mine and have his children right away. Not that having his children would be terrible. We both have bright blue eyes and great bone structure so I know we'd have beautiful babies, but I'm still so young and have so much life I want to live. I convinced my family to hold off life conversation until the following day. I'm still not sure what to tell them but I know in my heart the village life isn't the life for me.
By Miranda Utzman5 years ago in Futurism
Eurydice and Orpheus
Upon the dawn that Orpheus, son of Apollo, perished, it was said that the sun hid his face and the heavens wept. The trees stirred, cloaked with the tears of a grieving father, who shrouded his subdued glory in mist. Rumour flew, borne upon the whispers that rustled through the woody realm, and all those who understood sylvan speech fell into mourning.
By S.E. St John5 years ago in Futurism
What If?
Prologue: Hi, I’m Elise Hiser, and I’m here today to explain something that may be very troubling for some of you to hear. Fortunately, I am working on ways to end it. This all started way before I was born, and I have no clue how long, maybe since the beginning of time. You see, I grew up in the part of society that you don’t see. We are called the GAP: standing for Gifted Advisors for the People. That means we are the people who choose how your life is run. At birth we are assigned a DP (Designated Person), for whom we make life choices; essentially what you would call the “voice inside your head”, yep that’s me, well at least for my person Jacob Winsethorp, he's the one who changed me and made me realize what this GAP was and I wanted no part in being torn from my one true love just to make more super humans, to corrupt the minds of society, not really my style. Our special team is like a hybrid of humans or a super breed, hand picked by the government, and they keep us pretty well hidden considering you've clearly had no knowledge of our existence prior. I know this is a lot to take in at once, it’s very confusing, but just stick around a while and it will all be explained along with why I caused everything to change by breaking the border and starting a rebellion to last a lifetime.
By Alexis Frick5 years ago in Futurism
The Tourist
As I sat here, on a slightly damp rock, I noticed that I was fixating a little too long on a tree in the distance. It was perfectly symmetrical and hung over luscious green grass that was lit up by lights planted at the base of the tree. A loud clap of thunder brought me back to my present thought, and the circumstances that had led to this very moment. I was here, on this rock, waiting for the perfect opportunity to sneak into the prison remains. I knew that if I was going to go unseen I had to wait until the next tour group was taken into the prison.
By Karly Noonan5 years ago in Futurism
The Librarian and the Mortician
Bernadette and Benedict Olivier were never ones for social affairs beyond a reasonable hour. Most residents of The Deep, a scratch of land featuring humble department stores, barbershops, schools and churches, know to leave the Oliviers to their business. Should one ever be so bold as to threaten their routine, you were sure to be met with those eyes, shocking, brilliant and never-ending. Their eyes were not large, just piercing and endless. If an event of the modest town absolutely required the presence of Bernadette and her menage, they were to occur during the day, preferably the weekends. Monday holidays were always a treat.
By Marquis D. Gibson5 years ago in Futurism
Dream Jumper
Her name was Leah, a dream jumper. Every night she visited different places and sometimes she struggled to differentiate between reality and her dreams. When she dreamt, she loved the world she had created within. When she was awake, her mind wandered trying to piece her dreams together. As a dream jumper, she had the ability to jump between dreams and sometimes, she would dream something she had already dreamt but her most fascinating talent was picking up on a dream where she had left off the day before. Lately, she felt her dreams were trying to deliver a message. These dreams kept reproducing in the form of flashbacks and anxiousness throughout her days. Leah was now at the verge of hating her reality. She was so captivated by her dreams that all she wanted to do was sleep so she could find clues. These clues were the only way she could help the girl in her dreams she named Jules. Leah was convinced that Jules was a real person in the real world who somehow managed to connect herself to her, through her dreams. Leah had a deep gut feeling that Jules was waiting for Leah to find and save her. The last time Leah saw Jules, Jules was bound by her hands and laying on a concrete floor staring at a white feather. She remembers the smell of soap and the coldness in her bones. So today, Leah decided to leave everything she knew was real behind and go in search of Jules.
By Leslie Reyes5 years ago in Futurism
How to win a war. Izet - The Bird of Power
I was already exhausted, didn't know where I was anymore, so I sat down beside a tree deep into the woods, all alone and drained. This is how it will be I guess, will I have to spend the rest of my life like this running behind the enemy lines? The war was long over, at least that is what the world might be thinking but I knew it was nowhere near an end. I was the product of never-ending war after all. People like me Patriots - are trained and turned into war machines and sent behind enemy lines to die. I was very disappointed with my self as I was not able to gather the intel and was returning empty-handed, a coward and a loser thinking of my self like a warrior, a soldier that could do anything for the greater good, and yet here I was running and hiding, regretting. maybe I should just have stayed back at home and not be a soldier. I always wondered and imagined being a warrior, hell! it's not easy. But I wish to die now, just want to die and breath away this life out of existence, I want this all to be over.
By paramdeep singh5 years ago in Futurism
