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Broken Hearts Red Blend
Jessica sits alone at her kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee, nursing a slight hangover, and trying not to relive the humiliation of the night before. The night began well enough. She met her good friend Josh at their favorite café, and had a lovely meal. After that, they walked to the local theater to catch a late showing of The Breakfast Club. Had they gotten to the theater one minute sooner or later, she would have avoided seeing B.B. with his wife.
By Tiffany "Texas Wine Woman" Proske6 years ago in Futurism
The Redeemer of Vice City
Long before the earth was created, the fate of the balance of strong energies had begun to change. Both the positive and negative needed to find a happy medium. As the war for humanity's soul raged on for centuries, a new warrior on each side of good and evil could be chosen every four hundred years or so. Legends of mystics and powerful warriors coming together to compete in a tournament-style competition were held in high regard throughout Earth's history.
By LUiS Wrote THiS UNiVERSE6 years ago in Futurism
Arrows and Roses - Chapter 10
I woke in darkness. There was no light streaming through my window, nor were my pets begging for attention. I lay there confused, black silk sheets tangled around my body instead of white velvet. My eyes finally adjusted and I could see the embers of a dying fire in the fireplace. An open book lay on the floor as if it has been knocked off its shelf.
By The Water Lily6 years ago in Futurism
Double Rainbow [Part 2]
The day he’d woken to find the space beside him empty and cold, and an impossible encounter with an otherworldly man, had been long. There was five days left in Stockholm at that point, and while Elise and he had already wandered the medieval alleys, visited the suburbs and marinas, and had even taken a train farther east to see Norway, there was still an endless amount of places to visit. Jack drove himself to pull on pants, a shirt, and warm outerwear to meet the blustery days and walk the circuit around the docks. Hundreds of boats were moored in the harbor, depicting a maritime history that made his mind spiral with images of raging waves, adventure, and drumbeats. It had been enough to distract him, but time and again he’d look over his shoulder, hoping to find Elise there with a camera raised, ready to shoot. Elise loved candid photography, loved capturing him unaware and wide-eyed.
By Valerie Taylor6 years ago in Futurism
Double Rainbow [Part 1]
Jack looked at Elise taking a drag from the cigarette, at the way the tendrils of cool, gray smoke coiled around the curve of her lips and cheeks. The skin was slightly flushed from a night of drinking, and her hair was mussed from sweat. The surroundings were thrumming. The proximity of other people, the scent of alcohol, the drone of the overhead fans, and the multilingual utterances of the patrons. It was a bombardment of the senses, yet all Jack saw was her, in all her glory.
By Valerie Taylor6 years ago in Futurism
Arrows and Roses - Chapter 9
He felt like a creeper, just sitting in the arm chair staring at her. He watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He did wonder if it was uncomfortable for her wings, but when she rolled over, she made a face before rolling back into her previous position, on her side with her wings hanging off the bed. Then it occurred to him, how did she get her clothes on? He looked around and spotted her dress laying on the end of the bed, along with her bra… He tried to swallow, but his throat and mouth had gone very dry all of a sudden. He looked back at her and it hit him that she was wearing a black nightgown, bits of lace peeped out from under the duvet when she moved. Oh damn… he tried to remain stoic, so he looked away, but he had to make sure she was okay so he looked back every couple of seconds to check. Giving up, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat and tried to avoid looking at her clothes.
By The Water Lily6 years ago in Futurism
The End
Contrary to popular belief, there isn’t anything interesting in the afterlife. In fact, there really isn’t anything at all. It’s an empty, pitch-black pit. You’re floating, drifting, forever and ever in this void. You’re nothing more than a tiny speck in this infinite expanse. The darkness is your home now, and you learn to embrace it.
By Kelly Rose6 years ago in Futurism
Mystery Train
Click, clack, click, clack! The train was lurching ever closer to it's destination with a rhythm and a pattern that was inducing sleep in it's passengers. The green fields and trees passed like a blur. Smoke was puffing out of the engine and billowing out into the blue sunny sky.
By Steve Elliot6 years ago in Futurism
Arrows and Roses - Chapter 7
Thanatos spotted her, from the shadows, going into the cave. She was hard to miss in a place of darkness, she was like a campfire in a forest and she was attracting all kinds of attention. In the corner of his eye, something moved in the shadows and he drifted closer. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his face, as he neared the entrance.
By The Water Lily6 years ago in Futurism
