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The Phoenix Mage
A knock on her door startled Seidy awake. It was still dark, and even under her blankets, she could tell it was freezing. Of all the times to have a birthday, hers had to be in winter. Grumbling to herself, she blindly shoved her feet into her slippers, and reluctantly left her warm bed, throwing the warm blankets aside to shiver in the cold air.
By Sonia Wilson6 years ago in Futurism
Magical Menagerie
“Oh my god, this class is going to be the death of me,” Kendra whispered as she and Gwydion ran into class. Late, yet again. “We’re never gonna get everything we need to ace this test.” They quickly and quietly found their seats.
By Lauren Armstrong6 years ago in Futurism
Lorelie's Wish
I am destined to be alone for all of eternity. Not as a punishment; I was here long before man, and I will be here long after. Modern mortals call me the grim reaper or death, but those who know me, which are a select few, call me Lorelei. Yes, I’m a girl; most of humanity’s modern artists depict me as some stalky, bony dude. Though it’s not like I have the authority to change them. Although, it is always hilarious seeing the look on spirits face when they take a peek at my modest chest area.
By Natalya Bosley6 years ago in Futurism
An Author's Intro
Hello, I'm A.H. Frederick. I would like to introduce myself because I am a new author in the making. I would also like to say that I want to be very interactive to my readers out there and so if you wish to contact me, please do so!
By Andrew Frederick6 years ago in Futurism
'The Dark Crystal' Canon Cracked
The Netflix fantasy series The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance, a prequel to Jim Henson's 1982 film The Dark Crystal, has been embraced by many fans of the franchise. However, it has contradicted other Dark Crystal media, thus bringing attention to the question of canon. Below is a history of what the Jim Henson Company has said about the canon, as well as a broad overview of the contradictions (which may contain spoilers).
By Steven Shinder6 years ago in Futurism
Death's Offices
“Mr. Anderson, if you could follow me.” I waited for Mr. Anderson to get up from the chair, and over to the door before starting off down the hallway. I stopped at my office and gestured to the chair closest to the door.
By Brynn Johnson-Shrout6 years ago in Futurism
The Demon King's Daughter
Jasana I’ve heard there are places where a woman is considered the equal of of a man, places where a lady’s strength and intelligence are recognized and admired. This is not one of them.
By Madeline Peterson6 years ago in Futurism
Purified (Ch. 2)
I slept poorly, so I was awake before sunrise. I had hoped that watching the sunrise would make me feel better. The colors were so beautiful. But, because of me, many people weren’t alive to enjoy the sunrise. Watching something that made me happy felt wrong.
By Madeline Peterson6 years ago in Futurism
Purified (Ch. 1)
I woke slowly, climbing, with effort, back to consciousness. Something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what, but it was very, very wrong. And it was inside my head. I opened my eyes.
By Madeline Peterson6 years ago in Futurism
Arrows and Roses - Chapter 16
“Do you think she’s having a good time?” Thanatos leaned over to Amora, who nodded. She looked past him at her sister and let out a grin.
By The Water Lily6 years ago in Futurism
The Short Story of the Undeserved Nature Sprite
Prologue The Earth's spirit gets dimmer and dimmer the more we out burn it; faster than the rate it comes back to life. We also tear it down quicker than its speed to rise back up... The fact is, we as humans do burn brighter than the world we inhabit, and I do mean burn, like an engine that swallows resources and, in turn, continues to feed the ecosystem it is at the heart of, but seldom the arms that hold us or the heart of the plane that has us turning... We are a ravenous dwarf star on the face of a thriving paradise...
By Anthony6 years ago in Futurism
The Book
Angelina sighed as she snapped her book shut. Nothing was ever interesting any more. The words on the page all blurred together and her motivation had gone out the window. Where was the wonder? The panache? The little extra something that made reading worth while. She tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling. Squinting, she attempted to make shapes out of paint splotches and cracks. Nothing. She could hear the sounds of the house: her mother walking to the kitchen upstairs, her father puttering in the garage, her dog yapping in the backyard. Groaning, she stood up from her armchair and stretched, attempting to get some feeling back in her legs. As she made her way over to her bookshelf, Angelina slowly began to think of her collection. As her eyes skimmed over titles, they were all nixed. Too dramatic, she thought, not dramatic enough, boring, boring, read it too much, boring, boring, aagh! She flopped helplessly against her bed. This was getting ridiculous. There should be at least one book that would be able to hold her attention. Making up her mind, Angelina straightened her shirt and strode out of her room. She made sure to tell her mother that she was going out, probably to the library, and she would be back before supper. Her mother sent her off with a smile and a kiss. Angelina shoved her feet into her shoes and she was off.
By Laney 6 years ago in Futurism