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A dark tale: Mermaid's love
If you were a broken heart woman, would you wish for revenge? She was the goddess of anger and revenge, she would destroy more than you bargain for. If someone broke your heart, just say her name present her with gifts, food and something belonging to your target.
By F.K. Aldon5 years ago in Futurism
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Chapter #1: Escape Dark shadows rose up as Meelahko struggled to take a breath. Her body ached. She was unable to move. She tried to wiggle and stretch her legs, but her muscles resisted against the forced energy of restraint. She felt bound and claustrophobic. Her legs pushed upon her chest like bricks, creating unbearable tension.
By Jalisa Moonstone5 years ago in Futurism
The Devil's Edification
The devil stands proudly before an enchained couple, his bat-like wings spread above their heads. In the comely womanβs ecstatic anticipation, the devil slapped upon both lovers a pair of identical restraints; thus their predicament, which the devil reveals to us with a flourish of his pointed fingers. His cloven hooves stand apart on a dais of pink sand: a fait accompli.
By Willa Chernov5 years ago in Futurism
wings
Looking over her shoulder, a fleeting figure swooped across the horizon disappearing as quickly as it appeared. Ellia stood and turned her entire body in the direction where she'd last seen it. Nothing, nothing was there. Taking account of the moments when her eyes seemed to play tricks on her she considered that truth but she never wrote them off, merely tucked them away for consideration when her reality explained her sight.
By Jessica jones5 years ago in Futurism
Waking up from the dream
The young boy awoke to the sound of a strong wind that rattled his window frame. There was a storm brewing on this cold winter's night and he barely felt protected by the weak frame of his home. Mother nature felt different tonight, like a loving mother lion sensing the danger her cubs are in while, surrounded by a laughing pack of hyenas. A loving mother, yet feice and ready to fight to defend her children against the would be predators. The night could feel it too, and the Mothers bone deep rage sent fear into the night, but not knowing any better, they were committed to their plan that evening. They were going to steal the sun.
By Luke Miller5 years ago in Futurism
Ananya And The Owl
Ananya was born into the Mojave tribe. Her father Irataba was the chief of the tribe. He was named after his great grandfather. Who was also a chief. When Ananya was six her father took her for a walk to show her the land. "Ananya, all of this land is your's. I want you to understand that we are all born with unique gifts, however; not all of us are born to be leaders. Some of us are born to follow and that is why it is very important we have leaders who lead us down the right paths." Ananya responds, "Father, how do we know if we have a good leader?" Irataba looks at his beautiful Indian princess and says, "Our unique gifts we are born with determine our paths in our lives. Someone who is born with the gift to discern good from evil, right from wrong, is born with the gift of leadership." Irataba continues. "When you were born, the moment I saw you I knew your name was supposed to be Ananya. It means unique. I knew you had a unique gift from the day you were born." Ananya stops and looks at her father with a confused look and asks, "What unique gift was I born with father?" Irataba chuckles at his daughters question and continues to walk with her. Now entering the forest he stops and crouches down to be face to face with her. "Ananya, the gifts we are born with come with time and age. One day you will know what your gift is. What is most important for you to understand Ananya... Once it is your time to understand what your gift is, it is how to use your gift. Those who do not properly understand how to use their gift become lost souls." Ananya could not help but to wonder when, where and how she would discover her gift. As her father took her hand they headed deeper into the forest. Ananya loved being in the forest. Her favorite part of the forest wasn't just the beautiful scenery it created but all the wild animals. She noticed that the animals were not running and hiding like they did with other tribe members. She was curious as to why this was. "Father, why are the animals not running and hiding from us?" Irataba stood still. He looked up and took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Irataba wasn't just a good leader. He was born with more than one unique gift. Not only can he discern good from evil, he can also interpret dreams and visions. This is what makes Irataba a good leader. He points up toward the tops of the trees and says, "Do you see that?" "Yes! It's an owl!" replies Ananya. "It isn't just an owl Ananya. An owl represents knowledge." explains Irataba. He continues to walk with her through the forest. The owl continues to follow. Irataba smiles as he walks with his beautiful Indian princess. Knowing all too well what her gift is. He looks down at her and say's, "When you were a baby you would look at your fingers, trying to figure out what they were. When you learnt to crawl, you started to realize what your legs could do for you. When you got a little older and could run, you started to really understand what your legs could do and why you have legs. Your gift works the same way Ananya."
By Amanda Bland5 years ago in Futurism
The Sentencing
The Greshan government funded a series of military operations with the objective to gain intel on the nation of Aneth and monitor their movements. They suspected Aneth of performing terrorist acts against our nation. This was after the war started with Weslayan during a time of panic and uncertainty. So the objective was clear on the surface. But underneath the nuances and military jargon was an underlying mission not explicitly stated, but was an added caveat:
By Jacob Viser5 years ago in Futurism
Spirited Owl
It was a late night in the farmlands of Illinois. Stars flooded the sky over the rooftops of the small town of Scottsdale. The year had been alright so far, but on this date every year, something strange happens. The people of the town all claim to see the return of the battle worn barn owl companion of General Ronald J. Levewhitts soaring over the trees and through the moonlight. Searching for the camp at which he was sent from.
By Zachery Lee5 years ago in Futurism
Universe in your Eyes
I saw her sitting by the side of the road, in quiet waiting contemplation. She sat atop two luggage cases - one laying down on its broad side, the other stac0ked upon the first in a precarious arrangement, as if she was daring the wind to topple her from her perch.
By Levi Kimlin5 years ago in Futurism
Mother Earth
Daylight gives way to night, as inevitable as life giving way to death. The furtive returning of that which is known to that which is unseen and murky in shape and substance. Since the Earth has become scorched and barren, nighttime sounds have given way to a silent unease. Gone was the pulse of life that carried through from dusk to dark. The womb that was once our mother was now stark, dry, and lacking life-sustaining breath.
By Katie Brown5 years ago in Futurism
Falling Sons
Previously. . .Gabel and Lucifer's bounty party found Delilah and her friends. Tatyana was gravely wounded and Gabel delivered Delilah to his father, Lucifer, only to discover that he would not make good on his promise. This is how their journeys continue...
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Futurism
