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Cinderella (Chapters 7 & 8)
Chapter 7 I felt my jaw drop. My Mama had been there for me for most of my life—how could she not know me? Yet I could see the cloudy confusion in her eyes; she was sincere. I snapped my mouth shut due to good breeding, but continued to stare at the woman who had raised me from childhood.
By Brynne Nelson7 years ago in Futurism
Red Dawn
The Red Dawn will only appear in the most dire of circumstances. It was Mother Nature's way of saying we have destroyed the planet and she will make it anew. The only ones to survive were the people with pure hearts. Those with impure will become part of nature. They will become what their true souls appear to be. If the soul is too impure, they will become nothing. They will be the dust in the air, the wind in the leaves. They will show as nothing, but they will be useful for Mother Nature does not want no one to be useless. Mother Nature does not want harm to come to the earth more than what humans have already done. She will reintroduce those extinct species that are critical to helping the earth heal, not those will harm the ecosystems already thriving without them.
By Senketsu Red7 years ago in Futurism
Siren
The siren’s melody had her in a trance for as long as she’s laid eyes on the sea. It was love at first sight. The vastness, the mystery below the reflection of the setting sun; it was all so tantalizing to her fixed state within the boardwalk’s diner. Her senses craved every sensation the sea promised her, the very sight of the rolling waves seemed to beckon to her. She would catch herself staring and longing for the waves, for the sea salt to spray in her face, the wind to card it’s fingers through her hair and tousle it like a lover; until an irritated tone would disrupt her reverie.
By Nicole Fenn7 years ago in Futurism
A Calloused Man
A Calloused Man Now time is a fickle thing, a creature bereft of mercy, bent on keeping us trapped in its paradox. Like three fates holding our thread between their spindly, crooked fingers ready to sever our continuum at a heart's beat. One sister, whom we shall name the Maiden, wishes to keep us contained in our repetition compulsions, knowing all too well how to ensnare us within moments of pain and regret. She is the bane of the young child, the gate keeper of the calloused man. The other sister, whom we shall name the Mother, has stepped into the ether to await both the child and the man. Constantly observe, she does, for this is her nature. The oldest and wisest of all the sisters, whom we shall name the Crone, plagues the calloused man by giving him dreams that have yet to come giving him hope for Mother who has yet to pour her compassion on his poor soul. The Crone is of no concern to the child, he does not yet know the Maiden, and the Mother is all he sees.
By Docyele Llenretep7 years ago in Futurism
Keep Calm, eh! Part 2
With Leo doing the reanimating thing in the basement; I’m left with some time to work in peace. Once the elevator hits the landing on Leo’s floor I’ve already got a checklist of things that I want to get done. I’m not always in the mood to put my nose to the grind stone, but when I do get down to it I don’t do half measures.
By Gareth Read-Ellis7 years ago in Futurism
Nymph
Read it Like a Book at: Deep Sky Stories & Illustrations Chapter 1) Black Death **********Darkness enveloped him completely. The darkness so close all around would have felt smothering but for the sound of his breaths in that very deep place. Ryan’s heart beat a steady, frantic beat in his throat even while he did his best to remain calm.
By G.F. Brynn7 years ago in Futurism
The Assassin's Guarantee
Trevan spotted the man easily when he stepped foot into the tavern despite the smoke from the many pipes and tallow candles. The man wore expensive black leather armor with sparkling metal studs, two gold hoops in each of his ears, and a ruby the size of a robin's egg set in a ring on one of his fingers. Even though he flaunted his wealth openly, not a single one of the many cutthroats and thieves in the dingy roadside tavern made even the slightest move towards the man.
By Jeremy Andrews7 years ago in Futurism
Casino Kingdom
In a time long ago lived a mighty king in the Casino Kingdom. His name was William. He was a fair and just king or at least he tried to be. He always surrounded himself with three guards, Richard, David and Mark, and a healer, Amy. This is because there were four evil witches trying to cause havoc in his kingdom. Their names are Stephanie, Lyssa, Nicole, and the high-priestess Laura. The good witch Julie and the good wizard James were kept busy by the king trying to counteract the evil spells. And when it was too much for them, he would ask his Elder Faeries, Elizabeth and Michelle, to search out the witches. They were usually able to disable the witches from causing havoc, at least for a while.
By Nicole Cormier7 years ago in Futurism
Cinderella (Chapters 4-6)
Chapter 4 Years pass like the falling of autumn leaves; each may be examined and declared individual and exquisite, but only rarely do they mean much on their own. Only when watching as a storm of leaves blows past in a bouquet of colors do they make up a whole, beautiful story. So it was with me. I grew older and taller, if not much taller, and my life was a happy one. I excelled at my harp-playing and, with Antony or Henri or occasionally my father as partner, at dancing. I spent my free time with my sisters, or with a book, or serving with the maids. A ball was held for Sarah and Suzanne when they turned 16, and another a few months later for me. I was called on by a few fellows, but not seriously. Cook allowed me to direct the servants for parties and dinners, and Papa stopped calling me his “Little Ell.” Mama chaperoned when Henri waited in the sitting room with me for Antony to come. I stopped playing pirates and fairies and learned to host tea parties and get my dance card filled. In other words, I became a woman.
By Brynne Nelson7 years ago in Futurism
Cinderella (Chapters 1-3)
Chapter 1 I have heard the stories that the common people tell about me—some near the truth, but as time as gone on the tales have become increasingly absurd. Poor princess, someone said recently, thinking I couldn’t hear her. Her evil stepmother tormented her until her fairy godmother rescued her. It took all of my self-control to avoid striking the woman; it was only by reminding myself that she meant no harm that I stayed my hand.
By Brynne Nelson7 years ago in Futurism
Double-Edged Blade
A male warrior ran through the trees, thinking he could escape in the open field on the edge of the woods. He could still hear her haunting words running through his head, sending chills down his spine. She was, in her own way, torturing him by making him run for his life, and he knew it all too well. It was then that he started to wish for another chance, a chance to change how he had treated her. His lies and eventual betrayals were what put him in this desperate spot. He could see the field just a short distance away, and he felt that he at least had a chance now. The forest and the trees were her domain, so getting to an open area would give him a chance for escape. His only worry was that she was gaining on him, and fast. The trees overhead shook as a shadow flew over the warrior. Just as he had run out into the open, his pursuer leaped out of the trees and landed nimbly in front of him.
By Stephanie Miller7 years ago in Futurism
