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Orbis – Brief History
The Cursed Lands. The northernmost region of the continent of Lilacia; home to many of orbis’ magic wielded. The region got its name from the sinister magic that shrouds the landscape. The land is murky, damp and full of thick forests. Most wildlife was killed off long ago during the reign of terror that ensued during the ancient Mystari Empire. The Wargothian mountain range forbids groups of animal to pass north, and vice versa, thus isolating any remaining life that is unfortunate enough to call the Cursed Lands their home. But what of the Riftmen and the Mystari?
By Dan ™8 years ago in Futurism
The Story of My Life
Imagine this. There's a dark room. Nothing is audible but the breathing of a person. A light switches on and there, right in the middle of the room, is sitting a woman. She's dressed in black clothing, almost resemblant of a yoga outfit, with a leather jacket over it. She seems nervous. And scared. She's fumbling about with her thumbs, trying to distract herself from what's coming. She has to open up. She has to tell where she came from, and what happened to her. She has to be honest about her past.
By Dione Captor8 years ago in Futurism
Law of Truth: Resurrection
I hate to begin this story here so I won’t. I will start with the poetry of my creation. Upon a bed of smiles grew this land. Rooted in the core are shimmers of starlight, this is where our dreams come from. Undying are the fruits and this is why I chose to start here. It feels wrong to call it here when in fact it’s also there. I can't help but laugh now as I see my phrasing could have been simpler but it feels right so I'm not going to change it. Please grant me your patience as my eagerness to begin this story while in route there may cause my language to be a bit cryptic and hard to understand. I'm hoping to see you among many others.
By Seneca Gardens8 years ago in Futurism
Domino: The Awakening—Chapter 3
While the Undead protagonist and his Shadow Army pave the streets in red, Pyropolarnite infiltrates the media and manipulates the masses with words of Justice and Public Safety. "Citizens of New Burgandy. It is with great pleasure to inform you all that as of now, will take down the Underground Consortium! No longer will you need to give in to the extortion and terror these wicked men and women impose upon you all. Tonight, we'll drive away the Consortium so you may walk the streets without fear! To demonstrate the strength of our Resolve, see before you the Mafia Don Emiliano Vencetta. This is the leader of the Consortium crime syndicate. Now under arrest, he would like to make a public statement for you all."
By Dominick Piaquadio8 years ago in Futurism
Orion
It was a cold winter morning in Bristol. Orion had been awake for a few hours. He hadn’t slept well the night before, and had taken to reading at around 4 AM. He knew he should have probably gone back to sleep, but it evaded him like it was actively trying to remain out of reach.
By S J Oliver8 years ago in Futurism
The Chosen One: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: The First Night I was now probably miles away from Claire. I wish I could just hear her voice one more time? What if that was the last time I would ever see her? I can’t even think about it. She is a prey now. I could kill her.
By Ashley Laws8 years ago in Futurism
Domino: The Awakening
The year is 2007. In the heart of the ghetto stands a high school full of diversity, struggle, and concepts beyond the fathomability of typical society. Underneath the facade of 'hood life', a subculture of magic and the metaphysical reside. Among the students attending this school, there are three who'll play a pivotal role in shaping the future of humanity. The catalyst of change derives from a mysterious blind prophet. It is this being of unknown origin who foresees a future of chaos and destruction by the coming of the Beast.
By Dominick Piaquadio8 years ago in Futurism
The Chosen One Ch. 2
Chapter Two: Ceremony I really can’t stand the anticipation. The worry. The surprise. After today the sun no longer sets and rises like any other day. I’ll have responsibilities. I will have to learn how to not be normal. That’s scary to say. I no longer with be just Ava LionHart. I can feel something big is about to happen. It’s like some sick sense. I just need to sit down and breathe. I used to go to this place up the hill that looks over the town. I call it Avapolis. I found it. That makes it mine. My special hidden spot nobody can find me. I’ve only ventured out about 2 miles west on top the hill mostly because I'm scared what's out there but also because I’m afraid I may never come back. I might just keep walking one day and leave it all behind. Tonight my entire life is going to change. I don't know if it's good or bad. What lies ahead is probably the most nerve wracking thing I have ever experienced. Maybe I should just go, leave, never come back. Would anyone honestly miss me? I mean if Claire went missing the world might as well explode but me, I'm a lost cause. Everyone always stares and whispers about me. I'm the reject nobody wanted. See, I am not related to the mayor at all. He and his wife found me and raised me since I was a month old. It was known to be the hardest thing my mother did when she left me. But I've never once met my mom and never will. I enjoy life with the Lionharts. Nothing is more important in the world than family and trust me, I need them more than they need me.
By Ashley Laws8 years ago in Futurism
The Chosen One: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Ava Some say this is just a story. But for me, it’s much more. It’s how I put life into perspective, it’s how I understand how to live. It’s the journey of a million steps that start with only one leap. It’s ….Magic.
By Ashley Laws8 years ago in Futurism
The Circle of Willis
In that dream, everything burns in flames and ashes except one stunningly beautiful photoperiodic poinsettia, impervious to it all.
By Mikhaila AniMa8 years ago in Futurism
A Flower Made of Snowflakes
The Initiate heard his master’s voice as he sat, and he wasn’t sure if it was in his mind or his master was somewhere near by, hidden by the blackness of night. The snow had been steadily falling for days, covering him in a frigid sheet of white, and it was all he could do to keep from being consumed by the cold entirely. Occasionally, his body would convulse violently, spasming the excess snow off, only to have it replaced a few minutes later.
By Alex Brown-Irwin8 years ago in Futurism
The Royal Family of Magic
Prelude I was born years ago. When? That is a question that takes some explaining. Usually when I say that people think about 40 or 50 years ago, but that is not even close to what I mean. I was born over 62,000 years ago. How am I alive is the question that comes to a person’s mind next; the answer requires a bit of explaining.
By Rakwon8 years ago in Futurism