fantasy
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Bukka's Curious
The halfling stepped out from his front door and took in a deep breath of fresh autumn forest air. His home was built into the ground beneath a large redwood, a comfortable little place that opened out into one room with a bed on the far end and a large fireplace where a hole opened up into a make-shift chimney, and a small table sat in the center with shelves lining his walls, all decorated with jars full of preserved deceased animals and other animal trinkets. The forest itself was comfortably filled with many redwoods tightly fit together and underbrush decorating the trunks at the base. As mentioned, it was autumn, and the forest floor was littered with colourful leaves and twigs that snapped beneath his small feet as he found a spot on a tree root and sipped from the cup of tea in his hands.
By Skelly Snoo5 years ago in Futurism
Guardians
The shores on the Northern Sea were calmer than usual, the light glistening against the quiet waters. Two men blissfully were sailing hoping to catch a good load of fish for the day. But calm waters do not indicate a peaceful voyage, for off to the west sailed a much larger ship filled with murderous men. "Captain!" said the crewman, "I see two fishermen on a small boat about five miles east." The captain smirked. He saw a chance to gather an easy score, so he rouses his men. "Alright lads! Let's go and meet our new guests. We can always use some more slaves!" The men laugh and head directly for the fishermen.
By Corey Lowe 5 years ago in Futurism
Unit 152
I DO NOT CLAIM THIS PHOTO, FOUND ON GOOGLE IMAGES Prologue She never thought her life would end up here, well she had a good idea, but there are things that even now still surprise her. This place for example, had many surprises. Now, she has been through a lot, that she thinks she has seen just about everything. Anything from a gentle smile and making friends to endless trauma that should have devastated her for the rest of her life. It should be clarified that the ‘she’ you are thinking of is not ‘her’ exactly but the multiple versions of her.
By Allison Turman5 years ago in Futurism
A Simple Debt
A beige 1965 GMC pulled into the circular gravel drive. A barrel in the back sprouted rakes and hoes and shovels like a pin cushion, their handles swaying gently as the truck maneuvered over and around holes and dips in the driveway. Stenciled on the doors in faded and cracked black paint were the words Harvesters Gardening Services, Est. 1914, for All Your Lawn and Garden Needs. The truck ground to a halt in front of the steps to an old house with a wrap-around porch. A tall thin man in a dark black suit opened the driver’s side door and slid out, planting his boot clad feet together firmly into the dry and dusty gravel before closing the door behind him.
By Scott Brumfield5 years ago in Futurism
Mongrel Girl
Slap, slap, splash, the sound of bare feet slapping the wet ground echoed in the Great Forest. The moss covered trees seemed to swallow the sound and spit it back out louder and louder. The muddy ground spit back at the girl as she ran covering her feet and legs in a black mud, her strange black and gold hair was whipping her face in the strong wind, the rain stinging her bare skin as she ran. Then another echo, the sound of angry horses as their masters whipped them to run faster, the yelling of Elite men as they chased the petite Mongrel girl through the heavy forest in the storm. The girl ran as fast as her clawed feet would allow her. As the rain poured down onto her body she felt a different sting, a sharp pain in the back of her right shoulder as though she had been stabbed. The girl didn't stop to look; she could only think of running, getting away from the monsters before they caught her. As she continued to run, her grip on the apple she carried in her left hand began to loosen, she began to feel heavy and sleepy, she dropped the apple and slumped to the ground, only then did she finally look at her shoulder to see a crossbow bolt with a slimy substance on it. The monsters caught up, an Elite man with blonde hair and green eyes dismounted his horse and walked up to the girl with his whip in hand, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes and simply said, "I'm hungry" before passing out.
By Vanessa Bennage5 years ago in Futurism
