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SADDLEBAGS, Trunks, and Tombs
Chapter 6 Jackson: As he struggled to sit up, he was again amazed that he felt no pain. He was most certain that he had been shot four to five times, yet here he was, pain free and strangely rested. He tried to shield his eyes from the blazing sun of the high noon, though it seemed the sun was not only above him but all around him. It was at that very moment that ‘Old Jack” jumped to his feet. Something was wrong, very wrong, with his hands. Not moments ago, his hands had been soft and cream colored, with the small size and velvety feel of the eastern gentleman, which of course he was.
By Mia J. Mitchell6 years ago in Futurism
Hello Vocal! Welcome to Kelorah!
Introduction Hello all of you lovely readers out there! My name is Jake, and I am an avid storyteller in the realm of fantasy and scifi. My current profession does not allow for me to truly focus on my passion for telling invigorating stories that transport people to new lands and generate new experiences. Enter Vocal!
By Jauren Riloski6 years ago in Futurism
Salyn Silverthorn
Today was going to be an unusual day. These words were always the first to enter Salyn's mind when his eyes first opened. Salyn found himself on the fringes of Watervale, a small hamlet that has been prospering as of late. Nestled on a babbling brook, Watervale in appearance appears to be the ideal place to live. Sturdy homes, hearty soldiers, and an expansive farm. Spring always brought an ample supply of Salmon for the younger residents to fish out. Bright rays tanning those who stayed outside for to long and burning those who were lulled to sleep by the gentle song of birds. It was peaceful, just like Salyn liked it.
By Jauren Riloski6 years ago in Futurism
Full Moon Madness
Full Moon Madness Drumbeats, hearts melting. Your memory haunts the corridors of my sequestered dreams, where silhouettes of mountains fill the horizon and tinkles of orchestrated mewlings shatter the chill of a full moon night in northern British Columbia. A land I swore I’d never caress again, especially on All Hallows Eve, the only night these mystical doorways can be traversed. A dimension where nothing is real and everything revolves around dreamtime perception. The realm of the witch called Ximena.
By Frank Talaber6 years ago in Futurism
Two Betrayed Chapter 10
Suqqu and Roush scampered through the grass, their tiny size kept them hidden from the humans that had captured them. But they did have dogs, as did every member of this human village, dogs that can easily swallow a Pandor in one bite. And the dogs did have a better sense of smell than humans did.
By Ian Worrall6 years ago in Futurism
SADDLEBAGS,Trunks, and Tombs
Chapter 3 Jackson: The smoke was clearing, though he could not truly see it. There were screams. No one screamed at gunfights anymore. The women, who might be around, were very good at keeping it down as gunfights were illegal. Gunfights were a thing of the distant past now a days, but every once in a while.... He had felt the bullets sear into his skin. Four? Five? Yet he felt no pain. Nothing but utter stillness hung in the air around him. Jackson could feel the noonday sun beating down on his skin as well as what felt to be numerous pairs of hands grabbing him on every side. Still, he could hear the screaming and now what sounded like the muffled distress calls of a child. There had been no children around when he had run into street, yet the cries were definitely those of a child. Something wasn’t right. He would bet his life on it, if he was lucky enough to have a life left after all was said and done.
By Mia J. Mitchell6 years ago in Futurism
Introducing Mr. S. Claus
Introducing Mr. S. Claus His contorted face will haunt the rest of my life, they all do, as his blood splatters adorned the wall in a macabre painting adding to the festive colors of the yuletide season. Making sure my contract was fulfilled I pumped two more silenced bullets into his body. The mob didn’t hire amateurs to take out those they needed to have disposed of, and with a six-figure contract I wasn’t about to make a mistake. I’d done this enough times to know not to take chances.
By Frank Talaber6 years ago in Futurism
Telum
Episode 1 I rolled over again, restlessly lying in bed trying to close my eyes and sleep, but it seemed as if it would never come. Every time my eyelids became heavy and fell shut, I would see horrific images. Monsters, beasts, and what I thought was myself wrapped in combat against them. I wasn’t sure where the images were coming from, and I tried shaking my head to clear the dream. I should probably have not eaten that Indian food.
By Kat Jadzia6 years ago in Futurism
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
17) The Board Is Set Mitzi was doing her best to find her way to the palace. However, she was new to this town, so she had, at some point, gotten hopelessly lost. So, something her grandfather taught her, “When you’re lost, backtrack to the place where you started and regather your reckoning”. So that was what she did, still being mindful of her surroundings and being careful she wasn’t being tracked.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
The Chex's
My eyes flashed open. How long had I been asleep, I wondered. It must have been a while. My body was stiff from being still so long. A cool breeze blew into my room from the open window. It felt nice. I got up from my four-poster bed, and tip-toed to the window. It was still dark out, but I could tell it was around five o' clock. The breeze blew through my tossled blonde hair. I climbed the ledge, not wanting to wake my parents, and made the leap to the soft ground below. My feet touched the ground, and then I was running. Again, this felt nice. My aching body welcomed the use of my muscles. I could feel the pulse, pulling me forward. I loved to run like this. To feel the wind whipping around my face. The smell of the cool, wet October ground... And the trees. It was all like a dream. Yet, I would never wake from this dream. For this dream, was reality.
By Beck Daugherty6 years ago in Futurism
