fantasy
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The clacking of heels echoes off the sidewalk as I make my way down Main Street. I'm surrounded by party goers, prostitutes, and dealers; each one has its own planned destination. The smell of sweat, kush, and liquor dominate the air. If I would have come to this wasteland ten years ago I would have gagged at the smell, but now it smells like home. The sound of people cheering and screaming, waiting for the clubs to open up, fills my eardrums. The pounding of the speakers is heard clearly outside and makes my body sway to the beat. I haven't even made it inside and the party has already begun. That's what you get when you're having New Orleans fun.
By Victoria Ashleigh5 years ago in Futurism
The Adventures of Arazma Beetlebrush
Arazma. Why is everything he does so, well, chaotic. It's an endless array of Chaos. Take for example, the first time he tried magic. He ended up at Lords Cricket Ground under the chair of a spectator the size of a toothbrush. Or that other time when he ended up underneath the bed of a 7-year-old in a particle-based world in which he got completely lost. The particles being the kind of dust that accumulates under a large number of 7-years-old beds. So, I'm led to believe anyway.
By Nigel Sanders5 years ago in Futurism
Flower Garden
Once upon a time in a flower garden far far away there was a town full of people who were very friendly and helpful and had the same experiences. One thing that amazed the town people the most was the flower garden that was very astonishing to see. And there lived three little flower people named Cara, Collie, and Carrot who all lived in peace. Every morning they would do their assigned job to help grow their beautiful garden. They only grew one type of flower that everyone would love and that was a rose. Cara was in charge of planting the seeds for the garden. Collie was in charge of watering the plants every week making sure they had enough water and sunshine and love. Carrot was in charge of delicately picking the flower and putting them in a beautiful vase when they bloomed. The water had always been fresh and Collie watered the garden once a week which happened every week each month. On sunday the flower garden people always went to the community market place where anyone and everyone shopped for all of the groceries they needed. They sold all the flowers every sunday at the community market which they had grown to pay for the house and other amenities they owned.
By Isaiah Walker5 years ago in Futurism
