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The Storm Of Last November
This is how it ends, or at least how it ends for me. I don't know if I'm the last man alive or not, but I could be. I haven't seen another person for at least two winters I guess, but I could be wrong since it's always winter.
By L.B. Joshua Saylor8 years ago in Futurism
'Her Name Was Honey and His Name Was Brian'
It was one dark winter night in December. Brian had just finished college in Old Woking, and he was heading through a gap in between some old cottages that seemed to have been there since back before Second World. He really didn’t think about it, to be honest. His grandmother didn’t mention it to him; he was only told snippets of some stories but he wasn’t allowed to ask why because he could see that she was still upset about it, even though so many years has passed.
By Lizzy Arrow8 years ago in Futurism
Waiting
In the world above, spring had just made a reappearance. Naturally, that meant in the world below, darkness overtook it. The Underworld was always a rather gloomy place, but when she left, a new darkness would take over. It was more than just the darkness of death, it was more than just agony, it was much more than terror. It was a darkness brought on by the cries of a man with a broken heart.
By Autumn Hardin8 years ago in Futurism
The Prophecy / Chapter 2
The dining room was as elegant as the ball room in Cinderella’s castle. It smelled of cheesy goodness and fresh lettuce. My stomach growled at the aroma filling the room. I see a small empty table over by the window overlooking the garden. I get settled in just in time as waiters in dark colored chef coats walked out delivering food to every table.
By Bobbi Combs8 years ago in Futurism
Playing With Fire
Prologue Not wanting to go in and face the demons from her past, she stood on the porch. With her hand shaking, she grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door. It was as dark as a moonless night inside the old house and finally working up the nerve, she stepped inside. Sealing her fate, the door suddenly swung shut with a bang loud enough to wake the dead.
By Sandra Dee8 years ago in Futurism
The Prophecy
It took everything in me not to attack. I had to keep a low profile. I couldn’t reveal who I was, my true self. All I could do was walk away, and that very moment would haunt me, for all eternity.
By Bobbi Combs8 years ago in Futurism
Empath: Into the Shadow, Chapter 2
September 15th, 2016 The coffee was cold and bitter, but Justin drank it, anyway. A thermos a day, sometimes. Unlike some of the people he studied, he needed caffeine to function and stay awake. He would get headaches sometimes if he went without, full-blown migraines if he was thinking too hard or highly stressed out. Sometimes his anxiety would go through the roof and he'd do breathing techniques to slow his heart rate. Often times, he thought about cutting it out because it was almost an addiction. It is an addiction, but it’s legal addiction, so as long as I have free will, I’m drinking coffee. Justin pushed up his glasses and walked out the employee lounge, leaving his thermos of black, bitter, cold coffee behind.
By Jim Kane8 years ago in Futurism
'Second Soul' | Chapter 1
It was quiet. Creepy as usual, the inhabitants slept and the predators awaited their prey. Caelin was going about her nightly patrol through the area, wondering whom else might’ve visited these.. Eerie woods.
By V-Studios .8 years ago in Futurism
Aila's Witchy Ways Pt. 2
Moonlight streamed through the window of the modest room, illuminating the prone figure with its whitish-blue light. A woman crept into the room, carrying a heap of clothes in her arms. She went and perched on the edge of the bed, setting the bundle on her lap. With her right hand she reached out and shook the calf of the sleeping girl.
By Karly Campbell8 years ago in Futurism
Charon, I-II
I. The summer night air carried the fishy smell of the river. The moon was full but was hidden behind clouds and what little light it gave could not penetrate the thick canopy of trees at the base of the old train bridge. The small group of teenagers made a fire. One of them lit a joint and it passed from mouth to mouth as they went about creating their art by the flicker of the fire’s light.
By Jim Kane8 years ago in Futurism
Empath: Into the Shadow, Chapter 3
Notebook Entry of Subject #10 I’ve almost always had mental health problems. It runs in the family and at a young age I was diagnosed schizophrenic, but even before that label I showed signs at a young age. I think it was mainly due to me finding my father dead when I was five. He committed suicide, hung himself in the backyard from a tree. For the longest time, I couldn’t understand why my parents slept in separate rooms. My father would take the couch in the living room and she would sleep in their bedroom. I was so young I didn’t realize that they were always fighting because of marital problems. I always thought it was because of me and in a way it was or will always seem that way to me. I was an only child and I found out years later my parents got married because of me. After only a few months of dating, my mother got pregnant. She and my father thought about abortion but didn’t have the money.
By Jim Kane8 years ago in Futurism
Empath: Into the Shadow, Chapter 1
September 13th, 2016 Will lay there awake with her in his arms. They fit together perfectly like a puzzle piece of a yin yang. His white skin against her dark was in perfect contrast. He rolled on his side and she stirred in his arms. He looked at her beautiful skin and frame running his fingers over her navel and down her thigh. He watched as the corners of her mouth turned up in a twist, her perfect lips were two shades of chocolate sweetness. She was awake but didn’t open her eyes. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “Time to get up.” She opened her eyes to his and reached her hand, playing her fingers in his beard and brought his lips to hers. “Let’s just lay here awhile.” She nestled her head in the nape of his shoulder and neck, her short nappy hair tickling him. They both closed their eyes to sweet darkness.
By Jim Kane8 years ago in Futurism