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Dirty Little Secret
It was hilarious in a pathetic sort of way how utterly unaware humans were. How they could sit within arm's reach of a predator, of a monster, and be none the wiser to the danger that sat sizing them up for whether they'd make a tasty meal or not. And it was even more pathetic when the humans that were the predators of their fellows were unaware of the apex predator that stared them down.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Futurism
A Monster Within - Calobrine
Leaves of red and yellow layer along the trails. The weather cools and the trees begin to go barren. The wind blows softly through the falling forest. All is quiet, and has been for the many years since the great burning.
By Starlight Wolfe8 years ago in Futurism
Beautiful World: Transgression
My name is Lorien; Lorien Delgado if you must know. I am who leads the rebellion. This story I'm about to tell you is a story of my own. A story of my life that I will tell you from the memories that haunt me every time I close my eyes. They run through my thoughts constantly– forever burned in my mind. I'm unable to escape the tragedy, pain, and sorrow I beheld. For my story has no good end.
By Selenia Mendez8 years ago in Futurism
In Distress
In Distress “My dad says you aren’t a real mage,” the little girl said. “He says you just got lucky and found some treasure and your stories aren’t true at all. He says you are just a big blowhard.”
By Jeremy Andrews8 years ago in Futurism
Kieran's Revenge
Kieran's Revenge The midday sun beat down relentlessly on the body strewn battlefield as soldiers from each side retrieved the bodies of their fallen comrades for burial, burning, or whatever funerary rites their respective gods demanded of them. Flies buzzed over the bloated bodies, their incessant droning filling the ears of the men. The stench from the sun baked field was tremendous, and those that were unlucky enough to pull this horrible duty wore plague masks, the long snouts stuffed with fragrant flowers. This did little to cover the smell of the dead and dying, and many men retched and gagged as they went along their task.
By Jeremy Andrews8 years ago in Futurism
Look to Your Left
"Look to your left. That object now carries your soul and you must protect it at all costs." The words glowed on the otherwise blank screen.
By Monos Alba8 years ago in Futurism
A Monster Within
There was a place in which the world was smaller but more diverse. This place was commonly known as Verice. It was a dwarf planet inside its own solar system in a dimension nearly connected to the dimension of the human race. But in this realm, monsters were more than legend. As real as they were, there still lived a version of humans who populated the world ten thousand to one. Some would find it lucky to be born as a monster, but recently, they were afraid to be one. The humans began to fear them and in that fear, they became violent. The safety of their children is the excuse they would use to justify such acts of savagery. Quite sad the times have become...
By Starlight Wolfe8 years ago in Futurism
The Absurdly Curious Story of Michael Staats Chapter Two
Conrad had set a pot of what Michael assumed was a kettle of tea on a contraption similar to a stove, except it was clearly not a stove. For this contraption unleashed a small army of creatures which looked strikingly similar to prunes onto the tea kettle. All at once, the started shrinking down and vibrating, with each movement producing more and more energy until they all disintegrated simultaneously into ashes back into the stove-like machine. In their place floated small magenta balls of apparently extraordinarily powerful energy, for when they pelted the tea kettle, they caused a combustion-like reaction, making the kettle heat up and jump. From start to finish, the entire process took approximately thirty seconds. Whatever sort of self-sustaining energy this was, it certainly made the tea heat up quickly.
By Joe Schuler8 years ago in Futurism
A Fictional Reality
Dreams. Fictional realities. Created from my own imagination, built from past memories. Newfound experiences that I would wake up remembering and puzzling over. They could be good, bad, funny. Even sadistic. I try not to remember the dark ones. Yet, they are the ones that I remember the most. The ones that leave you in a transient state of anxiety when you wake up. That feeling of dread when you can’t figure out whether it is real or not. It’s strange how our brains seem to reminisce our darkest memories as if they are the more powerful. Good conquers evil. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. I still can’t decide whether what happened to me was good or bad. If anything the confusion was what overwhelmed me. It begged me to ask the question: Am I normal?
By Morgan Georgia Blanks8 years ago in Futurism
The Misplaced: Book 2
CHAPTER 1: ERIC “Death to the Greeks,” the soldier cried out as he threw his spear at Eric. He was dressed in light bronze armor with a helmet that covered from his head down to each cheek leaving his face exposed.
By Richard Jones8 years ago in Futurism
Tales of Mr Spinach by Auntie Julie
Tales of Mr Spinach For: Jade’s 7th Birthday From: Auntie Julie, 2005 Once upon a time there was a garden. It was a magic garden because when no-one was around, the vegetables came to life! Only special people know about the magic garden – that’s you and me.
By Julie Murrow8 years ago in Futurism
Fearless 3
The next day, Jon was waiting for me down in the bonus living room or I guess it was more of a salon than anything else. Anyways, a coffee table stood in the center of the room and a fireplace was on the right of it and behind was a couch. On the coffee table was a black box that looked like it contained cash or something of high importance. Jon opened it and in it were white stickers and a device that looked like an old Nokia phone.
By Ada Zuba8 years ago in Futurism