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Chapter 2: 20 Years Later
A boy stood on his porch watching the sunrise. He wore dirty brown pants covered in mud and other stains, along with a white shirt with a brown vest over it. He had golden brown hair and his eyes were a beautiful auburn color. He was both muscular and a little chubby, and he was about 21 years old. He was watching the gates of the city where he lived as if waiting for something—or someone.
By Christopher Jimenez8 years ago in Futurism
The Beginning of the End
A screaming comes across the sky as he begins to descend from the heavens to the earth in a flash of light so bright that it should have blinded us all right then and there if it weren’t for our brains and vision being clouded with the evil that was about to rise. A loud explosion was heard from the ground as his brother comes forth from the depths of Hell to finally do as he has wanted to do for so long. He rose up wearing armor as black as the night sky with hair that was both glowing and dimming in the light all at the same time. He brandished a scythe that was clearly handmade to do his bidding and destroy anyone who got in his way. He rode in on a chariot just as dark in color, the chariot was lined with gold and pulled by two excessively large black Clydesdale horses with flames coming out of their eyes, and engulfing their manes. As people look around some of them begin to collapse upon the ground in a flash of light and others became dressed in full armor black as night with gold trim outlining it and weaponry that only could have been created from pure obsidian. Those that collapsed were soon seen in the sky flying down with angelic wings, and dressed in armor made from white metal with silver trim, and they are prepared to fight for what they believe in. I was one of those dressed in armor still on the ground preparing myself for a battle that, little did I know, would bring the earth to an end. One that would make the world either a better place entirely or one that is even worse than it already was. This was it, either it would be the last fight or the first battle, but either way I knew who I had to fight with, and the choice wasn’t even mine to make, but then it hit me like a fast approaching train with no hopes of stopping; my brother is up there.
By Glenn Riddle8 years ago in Futurism
Aje of Existence
Only 23 years old, Aje had her entire life to look forward to, or so it would seem. For some time now Aje had been feeling alone, as if no one really cared what the hell happened to her. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend, yet again, because the egoistical bastard had decided to run off with someone else...and her money. She didn't have much left; luckily she had finished her last year of university by the time things started to gradually deteriorate into the piece-of-shit place she found herself in now.
By Andrea Marcus8 years ago in Futurism
The Gemstone Guardians
James Strange and his wife, Samantha, were two regular people in the land of Mandalorian. James was a baker and Samantha was a nurse at the North Side Hospital. The young couple was happy together, but they both wanted to start a family. The couple couldn't be more thrilled when Samantha finally became pregnant. The young couple have wanted to have a child for a very long time but never had any luck. When they got the news, they started preparing right away. Nine months later on March 25, 1998, Samantha went into labor. James and Samantha rushed to the hospital both so excited to finally have their child. Then after seven long hours their son was born. A small baby boy changed their lives from that day forward. Their baby was born with a pure gem embedded in his chest. The gemstone glowed blue as the doctors gave their newborn to Samantha. The young couple was no longer so excited about their baby boy. They knew that he was selected, and to be chosen by this is a privilege and a curse. Their son was a Gemstone Guardian. Gemstone Guardians are given the gems at birth that hold a high power. A pure gem is used by the Guardians to fight against and ward off the Wraiths that harmed the land. The gemstone radiates a bright light said to be part of Nemesis, the goddess of fates own power. Nemesis created the four gems the first being water, the second earth, third fire and last but not least air. Nemesis chose many people over the years to take on the task of fighting off the Wraith and killing their king and keeping the world safe. None were successful. For thousands of years, Guardians have tried and failed. People from around the world lost hope. Everyone stopped believing that the Gemstone Guardians could win and so they became outsiders. Many of the Guardians got murdered in the battle against Wraiths, others killed by assassins that would take the gems and sell them on the black market. Nemesis would give the stones to the people who have the purest heart and the highest intentions. Cyrus was one of these people.
By Robin Toope8 years ago in Futurism
Pariah - Part 1
Prologue The boy walked quickly through the deserted streets on the outskirts of Reykjavik. Wispy snowflakes danced in front of his face and stung his eyes as his breath clouded his vision. It was cold, far colder than South America had been, but he didn’t mind; he was used to this cold. This was home.
By Susan Price8 years ago in Futurism
Hellbound Saga Book 1: Albador
Chapter 3 The forest flew past as Kyra and I ran as fast as we could back to the farm, as we got closer I began to smell the smoke and could hear the panicked screams of the horses, but I had yet to hear my mother scream again. Panicked as I was, every numerous possibility of what could of happened crossed my mind but not a single one seemed possible. It didn't take very long before we were close enough to see signs of the fire through the trees and the smoke started to surround us, then I could hear my mother pleading with somebody.
By Aj Marciniak8 years ago in Futurism
12 Blackened Petals Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Shock of it All Sam’s mind slipped into a flashback from twenty-four hours earlier. He stood on the roof of a building he had been looking at for weeks. He was studying it with special attention to the proximity of its neighbor. He was trying to size up the distance from one rooftop to the other. From the ground, it looked like ten feet. Also, it appeared that this building was about a five or six-foot height difference. Sam kept telling himself that this would be a piece of cake. He could totally make the distance. All he would need is about a twenty foot run up, and he could easily make the jump to the next building. At least, that is what he had been telling himself for weeks.
By Brian Taylor8 years ago in Futurism
