fantasy
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Elven Mystery
I sit on the soft moss that was growing throughout the tree, thinking to myself about what I could do to help the dying elven citizens. Were they poisoned? If they were poisoned, then why wasn't I poisoned? I don't understand what is happening here. Everyone is dying. The next thing I know, I hear a deep voice behind me trying to give some words of support and comfort.
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Futurism
Next Generation
I tried to stifle my screams of pain, the contractions were almost too much to take. After ten hours of contractions and biting on things to keep the screams from being heard past the walls of my cabin, I delivered her just after twelve noon, full head of jet black hair, ice blue eyes, distinct features; I could see all my loved ones in her new face. Her blood on my hands was the least of my problems, having just given birth to the next generation in a long line of witches. I could hear the wind howling outside. Off in the distance, I heard the dogs baying at a scent trail as I cradled my newborn daughter. I took the athame and cut the cord, laying her on the furs next to me. I got up to a squatting position as the next contraction expelled the afterbirth, which I disposed of in the fire.
By Emily A Dinwiddie7 years ago in Futurism
Legends on Loan: The House of Charming
Once there lived a nobleman who had a beautiful wife. The nobleman however was hideous, both inside and out. Every night would find him bringing home a different harlot from the local pub. Often he would make his beautiful, black haired wife sleep on the floor while he and whatever stranger he brought home that night would sleep on the bed.
By shattux shattux7 years ago in Futurism
My Lady Tree
My Lady Tree By Kelly Lee When I was a boy, I remembered seeing the tree. It was the most beautiful tree I had ever seen. It stood there majestically with part of the trunk and roots growing on the large boulder that made up part of its base. Bright green leaves decorated the branches, which seemed to glow in the sunlight. The wood and bark were lovely shades of brown, mossy green with red. It grew just outside the castle gates near a small ravine that took water to the village surrounding the fiefdom and the farmland nearby.
By Kelly Ganson7 years ago in Futurism
The Rosebush
The Rosebush By Kelly Lee The rosebush had been there almost as long as the house in which David Moore’s grandmother had lived. He remembered the rosebush for most of his life by the simple memories of his grandmother taking care of the plant and treating it with kindness. He knew the bush was there and that it existed, but he had never actually paid attention to it.
By Kelly Ganson7 years ago in Futurism
The Woman Who Practiced Magic in a Field (A Fairy Tale)
Once upon a time... A young woman practiced magic in the cool of the night. She lived in a very small town, where no one else had heard of such a thing as magic, and never cared to. But, one night, the woman was discovered in a dried-up field with golden lights flickering off her fingertips like fireflies. The old farmer who spotted her bellowed through the darkness, accusing her of trying to set fire to the dry land.
By PathlessJourney7 years ago in Futurism
The Underground Knight’s Confrontation
Quietly waiting was a warrior who wanted to show his true power for the good of the world. He was raised by loving parents who taught him honor and integrity. His father was a former knight who inspired his son to do big things in his lifetime. He taught his son how to wield a sword and shield and be precise with a bow and arrow. This training occurred throughout his entire childhood. Simultaneously to his training as a warrior, he learned to help provide food and water for his family. The warrior and his parents were respected by each and every person in their town. His father was well known for protecting the land against former enemies, while his mother was recognized for her generosity by giving to those who have less.
By Frank Sartain7 years ago in Futurism
The Centurion and the Bear
Magnus was a strong and devoted soldier. His love for The Empire surpassed all things, including his life itself. He was a centurion, and had been offered higher positions but refused them all, choosing the mud, and the fight more than the horse, and the distance, and the wall of guards enjoyed by the Legatus.
By shattux shattux7 years ago in Futurism
Desolate City
There was a time, a time that came before perpetual darkness descended upon us. It has been mentioned before slipping from the tongues of the elders wishing to impart a grain of hope and truth. There was this time, long before we came to huddle in mass. Here we are now, somewhere at the edge of the old earth where the margins of the world have melted. Yes, there was a time, before the sun went to starlit mass gathering its golden rays for penance, no forgiveness in sight. There was a time before the earth shattered from the force of constant oppression when man turned the seas black and the air stagnant. When the greed of many stifled the will of the few. When the riots rose up so loud and mighty that it punctured a hole in the atmosphere. At last, the new age has dawned as a bleak and weary chronicle, a testament to uncharted history.
By Lana Broussard7 years ago in Futurism
Afterlife Delight
Tony had grown old as a bachelor. He never married. He never had any kids. He just grew old. That's not to say his life was meaningless. He had his hobbies and his career. He also loved women and had several "friends with benefits." He just never could replace "the one who got away."
By shattux shattux7 years ago in Futurism
