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Infinity's Assassin
Sam never saw who did it. All he knew was that the sky seemed to explode in a hell of fire and lead. He was soon blinded and mangled by the shrapnel that tore down from the furious hell-storm that had been his family’s automatic guard. The hovering sentry must have been destroyed long before it could react. All he could think of was escaping as he heard the cries of anguish of his friends and family. Occasionally he would hear the tromp of one of their assailants going past the ditch where he huddled. Soon the pain took away the rest of his energy and he passed out knowing for certain that he would soon be dead. That didn’t bother him so much as the fact that he would never be able to avenge his family…
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Alexis' Magical Adventure
The smell of cinnamon woke Alexis from a particularly pleasant dream. Her blue & hazel eyes sparkled from the sunlight trickling in from between the satin lavender curtains. She almost didn’t want to get up, her bed was so comfy; like laying on a big, velvet marshmallow. She fluffed her down comforter up around her ears, as that intoxicating aroma permeated every millimeter of her bedroom. She stared up at the canopy bed’s lace sky, trying to remember the dream she’d just left, when she heard her bedroom door creak, and tiny footsteps scurry across the cherry hardwood floors & fuzzy white shag rug at the foot of her bed. The scritching continued up her bedside dresser, as Abel climbed up to her eye level. His whiskers flickered as he sniffed the saccharine air filling the room, rays of sun dancing off their tips. His round ears twitched as he tried to get a peek of her amidst the mountains of blanket she’d cocooned herself in, balancing himself with his long, skinny tail, trying to get to his tippy-most tiptoes.
By Chris Tenime5 years ago in Futurism
Juet
She stared at her charge, her wings glowing ever red. The anger in her heart grew; as the anger grew so did her confusion. Her charge fell into an uneasy sleep, she reached down and put her hand on her charge’s shoulder. They were both trembling. She pulled her hand away, stood straight up, and looked down at her charge. Her charge a beautiful young girl. She was fourteen, her long blonde hair came down to the center of her back. It is a gorgeous natural curly head of hair, but this night it was a tangled mess. A testament to the horrors of the day. Her charge lay on her side, curled up into the smallest ball her 5 foot frame would allow.
By Charlie Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Falling Sons (continued)
Previously...our heroes are on the run to keep Delilah safe from the Devil's bounty hunters. On their journey, they stumble upon a Fallen Breeding House and Omar sacrifices himself so the rest of the group can get away. This is how their stories continues...
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 1: Mysterious Girl
My life is such a drag, sometimes I can't understand myself and others can't understand me. Even my own Mom, can't understand how my mind work. I go to school at Tekumin High, a pretty decent high school, we are the best school in the county as of the moment. My best friend is Takerogami, a calm headed, intelligent guy. Him and I are rivals which is odd to be but we are. One Day in class, we had a new girl enter our classroom. The teacher introduced her as the new girl to the town and school.
By Earnest Moody5 years ago in Futurism
Galactic Fighters
Chapter 1- Returning home. Uncle Charlies. Home. Liona thought, as she pulled up the long cobble stoned drive that led to the ten acres and the large Victorian Mansion; in the middle of no-where Crystal Blue Bay. The house had been left to her by her Aunt, who had died in a car accident when she was eleven years old, leaving it to her upon her turning eighteen. She had been away from the house for seventeen years, after her Aunt had passed away, Liona had spent two years in the foster system, until an old friend of her Aunts had finally been able to adopt her. Now with his death she had to return home for more than just a holiday visit.
By Kristie Ossenfort5 years ago in Futurism
The Blue-Eyed Beast
The first four moons of the month had gone by with the same estranged feeling of dusk and twilight lingering behind them with a feeling of temping enthrallment and with the pit feeling of anxiety as if something was not right or as if something was changing. But that was of nights past, and this night began with the sinking of the sun, the jewels of the sky shining against a darkened atmosphere, and the feeling of an unknown omen. A collection of eight moons exposed themselves in the cold winter air. Some were full or on their way whilst others were hidden by the darkness as they budded a crescent appearance or began a new cycle, only to become full on the following moon week. Regardless of their different sets and progress, all of them loomed over the village of Anamesa with a brooding threat. The threat of the blue-eyed beast.
By Rikki Slonce5 years ago in Futurism
The Making of Santa
The Making of Santa The old man walked down the cobbled street. His cane made a soft clicking sound as it hit the stone. The snow-covered his bushy grey eyebrows and his beard. He didn’t notice the three men following him at a distance, quietly watching his every move. Two young boys ran into him knocking his top hat off his head.
By Natosha J Selsky5 years ago in Futurism
