fantasy
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From god to mortal
Most stories like to make you believe that happy endings are possible. Well, not all of them have happy endings, especially Zynorok's. Zynorok was born in a distant city called Patran. In Patran, there are very few possibilities that one can be born with an extraordinary ability. Zynorok was among the few that were born with abilities. The abilities that Zynorok possessed made him worthy to be deemed a god among others. He was able to fly, control the weather, have superhuman strength and speed, read people's thoughts, and phase through objects. Life didn't always treat Zynorok fair in the beginning; he was bullied and mistreated by other children for being different, and the adults were petrified of him due to his rare powers. As Zynorok would suffer in his youth, he would look for reassurance from the gods. The gods always told Zynorok that there will be a day where he'll be needed most by those who fear him. And that day came. Zynorok, fully developed, with a toned body, peculiarly colored eyes, olive-colored skin, and locs was in full control of his powers and knew he would have to use them to protect the city from the approaching threat. This monster's goal was to devour the entire city and enslave any survivors from his sweep. The monster was over 7 feet in stature, had horns on each side of its head, scaly skin, and demonic-looking eyes. Although there were many dangers of taking on this beast, Zynorok saw this as an opportunity to prove himself to the people of Patran.
By Zaryan Huntly6 years ago in Futurism
Children of Dawn
1. I leaned forward to touch the black stone. My hairy hands reached the coarse, large, broken body of the black stone. It was in front of our cave since the time immemorial. Now it got the reddish brown stains of blood on it. The remnant of yesterday's fight between Khush and Khuman.
By Mallika Dhar6 years ago in Futurism
The Octopus Tree
“She takes care of me. She always takes care of me.” That was the only way Blair could explain how he survived falling down the hill near his house. He never reached the river at the bottom, and even with it snowing, his parents found him, alive. He should have never survived that accident. That was years ago, and he’s dedicated his life to taking care of her, farming, and producing crops and lumber for years. It doesn’t matter how the season goes; she provides. Blair knows if he takes care of her, she will take care of him. Midday Blair is about to quit for the day. As he moves the tractor into the barn, he sees several cars speed by him. One right after another, each of them filled with people holding signs and screaming out the window. He walks to the end of the driveway; he overhears the train of cars yell, “Save the trees!”
By Erick Ian Gael6 years ago in Futurism
The Fourth Hand - Chapter 1
Chapter 1 A small boy of 10 solar cycles, with eyes of mahogany and hair of gold, scuttled across the well-paved but heavily worn streets of Imperos. Each step calculated as he weaved his way into the crowd that had gathered across the communal marketplace. He had grown up on these streets. He knew each nook and cranny, each cut-through and alleyway. Today he was carrying out the family errands. Medicine and bandages for his father, silks and needles for his mother, all readily sourced amongst the humdrum of the capital cities’ market day.
By Liam Perkin6 years ago in Futurism
Twelve Stars (An Intro)
Meli took care to avoid the cracks that peppered the sidewalk on this street; this was not a route that she would normally take, but she wanted to get to the museum before the crowds arrived. She pressed her lips together as if tasting tangy citrus on her tongue, and breathed through her pursed lips to soothe what seemed to be about the tenth migraine threatening to creep up into her temples and take hold. It pinned one side of her head to an invisible board in pulsating prickles that throbbed in time with the lighshow behind her eyes. She honestly did not get these incapacitating episodes. She had always been relatively healthy, never suffered more than the common cold in her life, not even her childhood was littered with the usual infant ailments. Why now? Why get these debilitating headaches in her mid-twenties?
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)6 years ago in Futurism
A Past Life
I have to state that before I write any of this my guide Sarah has shown me a lot of visions and potential futures in dreams. Not all of which were entirely factual. Even to this very moment as I write these words I am reliving an experience I have already seen in dreams years earlier. That has been happening now for the last few years. But along side real experiences their are false ones that seem to have been used to move me in ulterior directions. When it comes to these visions of what seems to be a past incarnation I cannot one hundred percent know if this is in fact a real life experience. The reason that I believe it is is because I know from this life experience I have certainly seen some of the extraordinary and impossible elements of this past life reveal themselves in a similar way in this one. In that sense they seem to validate this past life and so I will write about it.
By Jean-Francois Atkins6 years ago in Futurism
The adventures of Alora
"Hi! You probably don't know me and I for sure don't know you yet. So let me introduce myself. My name is Alora and I'm probably the protagonist of this story. I don't really know for sure, as well, Krysta hasn't wrote it yet. It's how her brain works. Creative process and all that. The thing is while I live in her brain, she's given me life before in a past story. That story kind of vanished or at least she can't find it now. I know she looked. A bit half heartedly but she did look. Not enough to actually plug in her old hard drive to see if it was on there. Let's not be too hard on her, she was having a migraine at the time. Between you and me she also had some stomach issues but she didn't want me to tell ya that. Now I know that's probably hurting your brain a bit right now. Or hell, maybe it's not but let's get something out of the way right now. The 'forth wall' doesn't really exist for me. I know I'm a character in a story. Krysta knows that I know I'm a character in a story. It's our relationship. I give her motivation, inspiration and content. She gives me life. It's a nice little symbiotic relationship that you're now a part of! Yeah, yeah I know, nobody asked you if it was alright for me to take up residence in your brain. Don't worry I don't plan on mucking with anything. Not that I really could anyway. See I can't do anything that you don't allow me to do. So I'm perfectly safe and comfortable in your little brain. Well, I could be a bit more comfortable if you'd imagine me sitting on a nice red leather chair, like from one of those old detective movies. You know the ones with the metal buttons as accents and that wonderful scent of tobacco and old book smell permanently saturated into the leather."
By Krysta Minor6 years ago in Futurism
The Carousel Of Dreams
Under a dark oak apple tree, in a green land far from here, stood a young girl with eyes as green as the grass, hair like the sunshine, and a quixotic mind. This young girl was named Annie, and despite her dreamer’s imagination and talent for storytelling which drew everyone in the land into her, she was desperately sad. Annie had lost her parents a few years earlued. They were dead, and she was now alone, with nothing but her stories and the apple tree. On a cloudy day, when the sky was iron grey and the air was heavy with malaise all across the country, Annie heard a woman’s voice as she was sat under the tree. Follow me, whispered the voice softly. Annie mused that it could have been the wind, or in her head, but she decided to follow nonetheless, through the red-bricked lanes into the empty villages, across the fields of black earth and wheat, stretching into the pale horizon where land meets sky. Eventually, it lead her to a bright silver roundabout, illuminated like a star, in the shape of an old-fashioned carousel. It was completely silent, other than a soft chime. The voice whispered to Annie that she had one wish she could make. One wish. That was all. Annie thought long and hard about what she wanted most. Finally, she spoke, in a voice broken with emotion, to ask for her parents back. The carousel split open, and out from it stepped Annie’s parents, as though they had been in there the whole time. Annie was overjoyed, and so began to walk with them back to the village. But her parents soon began to wilt and fade - they were no longer of this world, and slowly became a heap of silvery-grey glitter on the shadowy pathway. Annie sunk next to her parents and cried, devastated that they’d left her again. As she did so, one of her tears fell onto the dust. It rapidly began to spin around and take a shape, the shape of a tall, beautiful woman, with long flowing hair and immense gold-tinted wings. She bent down, and told Annie in a voice shimmering with compassion, that there had been a curse on her family - a curse dooming all of the women of the family to die young. But because Annie found the carousel of dreams, she said, and made a selfless wish, the curse was broken now.
By Remy Dhami6 years ago in Futurism
