fantasy
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The black beach
The Beach The sky was covered by heavy black and grey clouds. Every now and then a bright ray of sunshine came into view shining over the coast and sand. Ottie and I were wondering which rest stop He was going to take as we watched the waves curl over the rocks and sand. We finally find a pull off which was not a rest stop but was good for me and Ottie since we both didn’t need toilet paper. I grab the collar and leash and get Ottie ready for any other person on the beach. There was never any but I always was prepared. Fred tells me he has a surprise for me in the trunk. He tells me to meet him on the beach and he will show me there, so me and Ottie start are winding walk through the black sand. I still am too young to understand why the sand is black, Fred tells me the powers before us had made mistakes that turned the sand black and the sky almost forever grey.
By Isiac Sawall5 years ago in Futurism
The Colosseum
The halls echoed with his footsteps as he made his way down the dark hallway. The stone walls glowed and pulsed ruby with every step he took. As he neared the end of the corridor, he approached a large white marble door. Carved into the marble were pictures of a beautiful woman bathed in bright white light, she stood before a kneeling crowd. There was a man standing behind her cloaked in darkness and shadows. The man pauses running his hands over the carvings.
By Kidanara Uchiha5 years ago in Futurism
Rosalie's Adventures
One spring day, when the squirrels were chattering, the birds were humming their sweet songs and the trees were swaying with the wind and you could smell the spring air, there in the meadow, you could see a girl and her dog. Rebecca is an interesting girl, fifteen years old, who doesn't have many friends, but just one and Toby. Rebecca is homeschooled by her grandma because it is the easiest way for Rebecca to help her grandma. Her friend Rosalie lives closer to the town in Michigan that Rebecca is by. Rebecca lives outside of her town in a “country-style” area. She lives with her grandma in Michigan in a big, old house. Rebecca's parents are always traveling because of their style of work. Her grandma is a tidy woman whom Rebecca thinks is OCD, but is also quiet and forgetful. Her grandma loves to read and taught Rebecca how to love books. Rebecca loves her grandma's home and loves living with her, but she also misses her parents. Now, Rebecca’s dog, Toby, a German Shepherd, is in love with tennis balls. Toby will do anything for a tennis ball, even if it is covered in dirt or slim. For Rebecca, Toby is her guardian, she has had Toby ever since he was a puppy, which was when she got him when she was ten. For Toby, Rebecca is his sibling and will do whatever she wants him to do and if necessary, will protect her with his life.
By Arianna Kraljic5 years ago in Futurism
The Kinetics
Prologue How it began... Once a peaceful and prosperous guardian of the World, the Kinetics were scientifically gifted; using their gifts for the advancement of humankind, the Kinetics were welcomed by the Regulars, those without the knowledge of the Science of Kinesis.
By MC Productions5 years ago in Futurism
The Witch
The Witch By: Reuben Joseph Beeman TTX The little boy opens the front door. Cautiously, looking to the corner, he sees her. She always awaits him there. She is looking the other way, but her Strange Magic is a sure thing. As sure as the hair on his head is blond, he is positive that without seeing, she knows. Soon she’ll greet him & then…
By Reuben Joseph Beeman TTX5 years ago in Futurism
2. Battle of the Bloodline
I woke up lying flat on my back in a bed of wet powder. I stared at the bright blue, cloudless sky above me and the tips of the iced over trees that seemed to touch the blue. At first, I had no worry of the moment as I listened to the bird’s chirp and fly over my face, then I wondered. Where am I? I wasn’t in the coffee shop anymore. The guy I was talking to wasn’t anywhere to be seen. No footprints disrupted the soft snow all around. Something about these surroundings was familiar, as if from a dream; had I been here before in my fantasy world? The wet snow crunched and made a faint hiss as it started to melt at the touch of my somewhat warm body. If this really was my dream, it seemed all too real. Cupping my hands into the snow I threw a pile of the snow onto my face, but the cold powder felt so real that as I removed my hands from my face. I waited for the ambient mumbling of the coffee shop to enter my ears, or the soft, cozy cushions of my couch to appear under me; but there was nothing except the trees. Snow. Birds. My backpack. My backpack? The only thing from home that made me relax just long enough before the full realization I wasn’t actually home set in.
By Sara Aulds5 years ago in Futurism
The Cyclone
They threw a bag over my head and drove me somewhere far. It was hard to tell exactly how long, but it had to have been a few hours. I was exhausted, but pain did not allow me to relax in any way. This body ached and the stinging, throbbing sensation of being stabbed lingered in the back and chest. I could feel a long blade slice between my ribs through skin and muscle, punching through my lung and flooding it with blood. It probably sliced through the surface of my heart as well. I might have died faster if they had just slit my throat or shot me, but perhaps they wanted to prolong the pain as I was held captive in this body, feeling everything without the luxury of going into shock or the dulling of the pain with loss of consciousness. It was torture.
By Max Malone5 years ago in Futurism
Brotherhood of Wolves
So lets start with a little information about myself then I will tell you about my brothers and how we saved the world. My name is Cole I'm 25 and grew up in a small town just outside of Portland. Weird things started happening to me around my 16th birthday little did I know at the time it was my powers manifesting themselves. I slow learned that I had the power of manipulation and was able to convince anyone to do what I wanted them to do. However this power didn't seem to work on my history teacher Mr. Klein, I would soon figure out he had a lot more then history to teach me.
By Cory Noble5 years ago in Futurism
Magicka
Most of my life I have lived in secret, I have watched the non magick folk kill my kind because of our power, they fear us as we now fear them. So in fear I have kept everything hidden about my magick abilities. For the most part I did live a fairly normal life. My husband stood tall at 6ft 7inches, thick dark hair that always seemed to never be tamed, his dark beard helped his shamrock eyes pop out, his smile was always warm and his embrace always felt like home. My eyes on the other hand were not as stunning as his mine were an olive green, my hair just a little past my shoulders was slightly wavy and a gingerbread brown, and I stood at just 5 feet. My name is Ruby after my birth stone, my husband is Demetre, and our eight month old is Topaz, she has most of her fathers features including that heart warming smile.
By Tierra K Esterline5 years ago in Futurism
