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Mind Slayer
It was then, when I was tied to a metal bed, that I fought. I didn't want experiments done on me, obviously who would? I struggled, I fought, and in the end, there was a mask over my face making me breathe something funny, I couldn't figure out what was so special about me. I knew I was the Mind Slayer but still! All the mask did was it made it impossible to move, I could still feel everything all my senses were intact. So, I could feel it when the slizzard, with its razor-sharp teeth, bit my forearm. I screamed. I heard laughing.
By Jade Muccuff5 years ago in Futurism
Her Father's Killer
Hot bodies press themselves against Niada as she tries to maneuver her way through the busy city streets. The hand over her nose and mouth blocking out the garish smell of body odor and urine is knocked away as people shove back against her small frame.
By ANNALEIGH Richards5 years ago in Futurism
The Lost
Chapter One As the sun rose it made the sands look like an ocean with ripples of waves spanning over the hills, in the middle of this sand ocean was a small tent. This tent was not bad for someone who never built anything before, it was a simple tee-pee that the walls had been made of patchwork leather from different animals. Holding the hides in place were a very rough-looking twin, that was made from fibrous plants. There was a flap in the font to enter that was held together by a small stick latch and hoop. The top had a small opening for fresh air and to let out the smoke. Takara had placed a small triangle leather piece at the top to help with any rain that might come into the tent. In the center were a few small rocks that she had brought in from the fire to heat the tent for the eve. On the inside was about fifteen feet in diameter one side she had her few bags the makeshift carry sled she pulled when she had to camp and a few rations that she had dried from alligator and deer meat for food, with berries she had seen some of the local tribes eat.
By Kamra Ayers5 years ago in Futurism
Nightshade Shadowspell
Her breath matched her heartbeat, slow and steady. The observers backed away in fear. There was no way to calm her. The Alpha bared her teeth, growling at nothing. Darkness rose, covering all in a black, misty haze. She turned and ran, leaving a shocked Beta behind in the dust. Nightshade loped through the forest to a secret secluded location. Collapsing on a bed of fallen leaves, she dry heaved until the tremors stopped and sleep overtook her.
By Jade Muccuff5 years ago in Futurism
The Council Chronicles
The Council Chronicles Book One: Kendra By: Lynette "Netta Renee" Broils Life has a beginning and an end. For most in this world, the beginning comes from the creator. To ourselves, the creator is an unknown being, responsible for the creation of the Earth, the Moon, and the Sun. Malute, the moon goddess with the power over the night, and Lizart, the sun god with the power over light. Together, in matrimony, they watched over the Earth, entangling their orbital dance around the Earth. And, upon their first eclipse, they birthed fourteen children. Seven boys and seven twin girls.
By Netta Renee5 years ago in Futurism
What's up with Ancient Stairways?
I was hiking along a trail and came upon a stairway carved out of the side of a mountain. The stairway was twenty-five feet wide and twenty feet deep. It went straight up to the top at a forty-five-degree angle. I was climbing with two other people and there was a stone arch every twenty-feet all the way to the top
By What's up with...5 years ago in Futurism
Porcelain Doll
The skin is smooth like the mirror I gaze into. Rose lips contrasting pale skin stood out to my sight, cheekbones highlighted by the pink hue that dust them consistently. The eyes that stare into the glass are mine, so deep and emotionless, yet so stunning. Black, pencil straight hair tops my head, a gleam of light sparkling in the locks. My hair isn’t too long, but it is just as gorgeous as the rest of the mirrored image. I would have smiled at the sight of my beautiful image, but I know my mouth doesn’t work.
By Melanie Beth5 years ago in Futurism







