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The Burning Path
The People of the Two Suns were as gods to us. Like us in base, but unlike in all that matters. When I was a girl I would go to the places that they created and marvel in the glory of their works. Their structures touched the clouds, made of stuff from faraway and deep beneath the ground. And everything that came from them we considered holy. I would wake and behold new temples of a greatness that bested the efforts of all my kind as one. And all that they made, they made for us.
By RSacky8 years ago in Futurism
Fight for a Village
"Wake her up. Take the bag off her head." The priest commanded. A bucket of water was dumped on her head, with the bag still on. She started gasping. The bag was taken off her head.
By Michael Onstott8 years ago in Futurism
The Brass Society
I. The badge was new as the young pilot removed it from the collar of his chestnut leather jacket. Slightly warm, too, the heat of the engravings still glowing from under his touch. A smirk graced his lips as he set it aside on the console of his airship. He knew this would happen. Join the airforce and within a month he'd get promoted to the elite squad. Captain Gil Hawkes, himself of the Argentum air force, had told him personally that he had high expectations for the young pilot. Of course, with a high status came the high ranked missions. He just never would have expected a mission like this.
By Nicole Fenn8 years ago in Futurism
Mother Earth
MOTHER EARTH Her body fits snuggly in the tub. Heavy legs emerge from calm waters, angling up to rest on the edge, varicose veins map blue highways beneath pasty white skin. Her ankles are slim, she has always been proud of them, but their slimness makes a mockery of the rest of her. She wonders idly if they resent the task of carrying her weight. As she lifts each leg to run a washcloth over her ankles, her eyes wander up to her knee. Shapeless, her leg stretches out and the knee disappears beneath folds of fat. She admires her ankles again.
By Marian Toews8 years ago in Futurism
The Watchmaker
Tick. “Damn clock…” Once again I found myself in that same hallway. It's seemingly never-ending rows of foggy windowpanes shifted in and out of the corners of my eyes as I continued my anxious gait down the red-carpeted floors. These hallways were so long. Like instances and stretches of life. Hours flowed like seconds here. I was used to it by now, this dream had been with me since my father’s condition had gotten worse. I had become accustomed to gazing into these windows. I would stand there for what seemed like a lifetime in this dream watching the events play out before my eyes. Lives, people, things I knew, things past, and things to come, things that could have been, and things that will never be. My timeline stretched across this maze of windows.
By Tyler Fernandez8 years ago in Futurism
Orbis - Brief History Chapter 4
The term “Ari” is used to describe all elves. The term itself is a key word in the history of Orbis that represents the importance of magic and knowledge throughout the world. Draoix, the God of Magic, is often depicted as the Father of the Ari; Elves put this God above the chief deity Domini. The word Ari originates from the ancient Mystari Empire, where the elves were referred to only as Ari, whilst the men and beast folk were less than. Ari was a word of meaning, a title that depicted that of usefulness and resource. The Ari were slave soldiers. Auxiliaries, if you may. Some Ari were even given representation in the Mystari Empire. It was this reason that the elves adopted this title after the fall of the Mystari Empire. The Mystari used it to describe themselves. Why shouldn’t they? After all, they overthrew their masters. They deserved it. Names such as Galari translated to “Golden Skinned Elf” or illumari meaning “Glimmering white elf.”
By Dan ™8 years ago in Futurism
The Golden Fleece
Jason, once Captain of the Argo and leader of the Argonauts, now picked at the bamboo bars of his make-shift cage as he was carried along the trail on a pole by two of his taller men. The sun was out, and birds were chirping. Monkeys ranged above him hooting and screeching. The men, once his own, were singing a tawdry old sailors song. He was trapped in a cage, but also imprisoned in a fog of dumb cheer. Doom was straight ahead, and he could not escape it.
By H. Robert Mac8 years ago in Futurism
Keep Your Own
2354 BCE Northern Ireland The sun rose over the green marshes and dense forests of Ireland as the elders sang their awakening song on the cliffs of the mountain.
By Jay Tilden8 years ago in Futurism
Remembering Hell
It all started on the day she was born—or, in this case—found. The skies were blanketing themselves in rows of purple velvet, and the wind was striking through the old, New York’s Finest Albany Pecan Orchard, with a vengeance that promised a heck of a beat-down on the rows of defenseless tree limbs.
By Briana Vanhoy8 years ago in Futurism
Wave Riders: Safety
Micha peered over his shoulder to assess the condition of his fellow travelers; to a being, they were tired, struggling to keep their wings flapping to maintain the precious foot of space between them and the water below. A colossal blue head broke the surface, followed by an even bigger shell. The bronze Vorum started circling to land, leading the rest of them to a landing on the shell. Upon landing, he began issuing orders.
By Laura Gieg8 years ago in Futurism
The Shadows: It's Just the Beginning
Prologue Not so long ago, humans created a path of destruction due to their inability to change. During this path, they created a new planet, and a new world, unlike history has seen before. This planet, decaying from human pollution, was on its last leg of life. In this broken world lived creatures and humans. These creatures had coexisted with humans since the start of their existence. The creatures lived in the shadows, hiding their existence from the humans. Humans, as far as they could recall, had never known of these creatures existence until it was too late. The creatures lived quietly in peace, away from the humans, until it was clear that the humans were destroying the world that they all lived in. Slowly over time, these creatures emerged, the ones who emerged first were those that looked human. These creatures appeared visually as human, but only the other creatures knew what they really were. These creatures possessed powers, some were able to control the elements while others could change their appearance if needed. The powers that the creatures held were vast and too many to actually keep track of. These non-human creatures lived in human society and began their lives pretending to be human. Some started their lives as doctors and scientists trying to fix the world that the humans had started to destroy. They used their powers to help fix the world they had no part in destroying just so that everyone could survive.
By Marissa Z8 years ago in Futurism
Miss Independent (A Chapter Book)
It was the year 2010. It was the ending of winter and spring was slowly starting to grow through the thawed land. All was beautiful, calm, and tranquil.
By Ashelyn Abrego8 years ago in Futurism