fantasy
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Crossing Oceans
She stared across the expanse of the sea. It seemed to go on and on forever, unending. As the waves pulled back and forth, back and forth, her feet sank deeper and deeper into the sand at the edge of the shore. The soaking wet sand seemed to be so strong, there would be no pulling her feet out; a reminder of the bondage this child was under.
By Kenna Carlson6 years ago in Futurism
Unsettled Past (Ch. 1)
There is a place, on a bay, where the red tiled roofs slope gently down to the sea, a place where men go down and ply their trades as they have for thousands of years. It is a place where palm trees sway gently in the breeze, and birds sing their songs of love, and romance stirs the air. In this place, women and men go about their daily lives without the slightest idea of events beyond the borders of their land. In this place where Jasmine scents the air, and smell-by-night trees blast the unsuspecting evening with their scents, I have made my home. I found a wife, a lovely dark skinned woman, with moonlight glinting in her eyes, and my past I tried to forget.
By Jeremy Cavenagh6 years ago in Futurism
The End Is Near
I am completely mad, at least there is a strong possibility that I am; for reality could in no way be as warped as I see it. Perhaps I had best explain though, for mad men are rarely lucid enough to realize their sanity has slipped, and I have just stated that I theorize that mine, too, has slipped.
By Jeremy Cavenagh6 years ago in Futurism
A Dutiful Person Disobeys
Characters: Tusra and Anastra. Tusra is once again stood outside the doors to the great hall where the King and Queen are sat. Twisting the fabric of his gloves he stood with nerves like cracked ice. It had only been a day and a half since he and the Queen came between a furious King and his daughter.
By . Durzarina .6 years ago in Futurism
She Believed She Could, So She Did...
"You know, you're practically drooling, right?" Marlow said with amusement as she watched her friend, Astrid, stare down with bright, excited eyes at the book she had brought from her grandpa's collection as though the book was the Grimoire, also known as a “book of spells.”
By Ziora Zora7 years ago in Futurism
The Dreamer
She always knew she was different from everyone else. People around her were automatically set to move away even when all she did was enter a room full of people. The conversations would turn subdued, and everyone would steal furtive glances at her. She didn't think she was all that special or noteworthy, but apparently, everyone around her thought she was. She had developed an appreciation for what the women in Salem during the Witch Trials must have felt like. Not that she was a witch.
By Dana Garrett7 years ago in Futurism
You Must Get Out
Characters: Tusra and Anastra. As soon as they left the presence of the King and Queen, Anastra ran away from Tusra, feeling blood trickle down her face. Tusra tried to chase her, but he stopped as he felt like she needed the time to herself. He entered his room and closed the door behind him. Taking his half-moon monocle off, he slide down the door and sobbed. He had never seen the King so angry that he actually lashed out at Anastra before. He hit her with some force with the speed she fell back into him. There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Laying his head back onto the door, Tusra let the tear roll down his face as he thought of a way out for the Princess. There must be some loophole for her.
By . Durzarina .7 years ago in Futurism
A Tale of Two Hoods Chapter 4
Chapter 4: The Man With No Name Stargems burst to life on the walls of the tunnel the instant Rona’s feet hit the ground. She blinked a few times, her eyes trying to adjust to the new source of light. She glanced back at the opening above her. She had grown taller since her first trek down the Dragon Path, but it still sat just outside of her reach. With another person to boost her up, she could have managed, but she’d never brought anyone else to the secret tunnel. She turned back to that tunnel now, and inhaled deeply. Unlike the cemetery above, the Dragon Path was always imbued with a warm campfire smell. It made Rona feel at home, though she’d never ventured outside the gates of Kolor for camping or any other activity. Her parents had forbidden it on account of the monstrous wolf pack that terrorized the forest. And though the Red Cloak wrapped around her shoulders would offer some protection against Maugoru, she did not yet wield the garment’s full power.
By Wilbert Turner III7 years ago in Futurism
Looking for Something
Characters: Tusra and Anastra Tusra Greylock, clad in his usual blue and pale silver patterned long coat sat at his desk. Piles of books surrounded him, he plucked one from the pile and opened its pages. Smiling he adjusted his half-moon monocle and inked his quill. As soon as he was about to put quill to paper there was a loud sound.
By . Durzarina .7 years ago in Futurism
