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Map's Edge: Aletrias
On a morning fair, in a city old, there stood a mighty Oak. Many mornings stood this towering tree in the center of the square. A great many of those mornings led to days of joy and plenty. Some led to pain and sorrow, but through it all, under flame and frost, Aletrias endured. The rising sun revealed this day that it did not stand alone. Here, Cassandra entered, motionless beneath the oaken branches. Entranced by their sway, she noticed not the sea’s chill rolling over the city, nor did she notice the light growing about the ever busying square. The crack of a cart against stone broke the moment’s enchantment and her senses returned. An instant of pause passed, then she set off with all haste. Cassandra was late.
By Noah Hayden8 years ago in Futurism
12 Blackened Petals Chapter 4
Chapter 4: 24 Hours Later This again. He thought he would never wind up here after the last time. In fact, it had been almost five years since he was here. He hated this place. Everything about it was uncomfortable and painful. Especially when he first got here. It was as if he went through the same bullshit every time.
By Brian Taylor8 years ago in Futurism
12 Blackened Petals Chapter 3
The third floor, right at the end of the hall and 4th door on the left. He could find his way to it blindfolded. The first time he came here, he made sure to memorize exactly where this was. Julia’s apartment has always been in the same place, at least for the five years that he had known her.
By Brian Taylor8 years ago in Futurism
12 Blackened Petals Chapter 2
Chapter 2: A Dark Side Sam loved walking through the city. It was a unique place that was always busy and full of such diversity. You could be as loud as you wanted and no one would care. He could be invisible. These walks always gave him time to think. Time to reflect on the goals and matters at hand and time to reflect on how to repair the cracks in his inner walls before anything else seeped through.
By Brian Taylor8 years ago in Futurism
12 Blackened Petals Chapter 1
In our ignorance, we thought our only option was to fight. We thought that if we killed him, we would protect ourselves, our way of life. However, it was through this violence that we brought great misery upon ourselves. No one knew that self-preservation would bring such horror to us. Millions died. Millions more were never found.
By Brian Taylor8 years ago in Futurism
Old Woman in the Woods
I saw the woman's cat before I saw her, so I knew I’d found the right place. A small, greyish thing that animal was, with glass-green eyes, matted fur and half its right ear missing. Whenever Mother or any of the other women spotted it hanging around the village, they would whistle a few stones past its ears to send it running. Some of the older boys once tried to catch it and put it in the well, but without success, only bitten hands and clawed faces.
By Deanne Adams8 years ago in Futurism
Hellbound Saga: Book One, Albador
Prologue My name is Casius Zellion, and this is my journal. After my "adventure" began, as Kyra likes to call it, someone told me that I should keep a journal to chronologically lay out the events of my age so that future generations may know the truth of what transpired. Keep in mind that my journey is a long and difficult one, so this is the first of quite a few journals. While my journals are primarily my own work there are excerpts from others who have different stories to tell of our age that I didn't witness at the time.
By Aj Marciniak8 years ago in Futurism
Where Is Your God?
“Oh god, how I miss this”. The devil in his human form looks up at earth’s sky with sinister glee. “To embody a man truly deserving my power and ambition is rare. However, I digress, I’m here with your lamb. The one you’ve chosen to let rule in your stead. I wonder, what makes her so special”? The devil stands in the middle of a green pasture full of life and God's creatures. The light is fading and a burning red glow emits from the horizon. Lucifer looks over to the dimming light and hellish glow.
By Creation Studios8 years ago in Futurism
Gehenna
I have been accused of Sorcery and Witchcraft. I will be burned at the eve of tomorrow. It is lies! I have been a faithful woman of God, a loyal servant. One of his most loyal. Since childhood, I have not been absent a sermon. I have raised abandoned children as my own, donated to the offering each mass, and held no God before him. I have aided this community and served as the village nurse. I have buried loved ones and prepared new marriages. I have repaired old marriages! I have counseled and advised. Lightened hardships and toughened bonds. Been a devoted wife to my husband; a descipable man that abused and neglected his duties, though a word was never cast from me. The secrets he contained. He fancied the younger girls, he did. Chasing after them as a rabid beast hunts its prey. Though I mended his threads, warmed his baths, and served his feasts. Silently.
By Syntheri Gnosis8 years ago in Futurism
God's Champion
"I've got to get away! Why won't this nag go any faster?" The Champion cried as he raced his horse along the winding mountain road. He could still hear something chasing after him, forcing him ever higher into the mountains just outside the city of Essensia. He couldn't tell who or what chased him, but he knew he couldn't let it catch him. He had seen little more than shadows and heard little more than some sort of snarl, but he was filled with a dread which he could not explain.
By George Beighey8 years ago in Futurism
She Is Everything
The office is empty this time of day, when everyone goes to lunch and the phones go straight to voicemail. She is still here, however. She eats a peanut butter and honey sandwich at this hour every day from behind her executive desk. She'd acquired this job a few years ago, and how she'd acquired it, well that'd been the speculation of her employees ever since, but they didn't know the truth, and it never bothered her much. She was more powerful than they could ever imagine, and their petty gossip was nothing for her to bat an eyelash over.
By Amy Alexander8 years ago in Futurism
