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Whisper in Elegy
Preface {TJ} "RUN!" It was the night of the blood moon, the forest was black and foggy. I can hear her breathing as she ran and I can smell her sweet blood. Her bloodcurdling screams, the fear in her eyes, and the chills that ran down her spine. Her long black hair, dark brown eyes that looked into my very own soul, and lovely skin. Skin that I want to rip apart and drink the blood from her very flesh. I've been awaiting for this night and now the time has come to free the inner monster within me; pale skin, eyes black as the night, long sharp black nails, fangs, and black wings of a demon. As the leaves crunched beneath her feet, I continued to fly low to become close to her to grab her. To my surprise she ran pretty fast for a human because as I had gotten close to tearing my claws through her skin, she'd manage to get further away from me. I had to think quick and fast. The longer this charade had gone on, the more angrier and bloodthirsty I became. She took one sudden look back at me as she ran, and when she did I saw the tears in her eyes.
By S A N D Y 💀 C L A W S #TJPForICTitle ♥8 years ago in Futurism
Forget HAL 9000: Theory Says Wall-E Is The Most Evil Robot On Earth
It isn't just Transformers that are robots in disguise, does #Pixar's Wall-E also feature a machine with ulterior motives? Under the surface of the feel-good tale about star-crossed lovers was a political commentary on health and the planet, however, beneath that, does there bubble and even darker tale of #horror and homicide?
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Futurism
Stella’s Choice
Chapter 1: Present days The church's bell chimed twelve times as I sat at the edge of the cliff with my knees drawn to my chest. The cascading light from the full moon in the sky enlightened the sight of the forest that was spread in front of me. A gush of wind flew by, swaying the trees back and forth as the leaves rustled.
By Samantha Lam8 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 1: Morzan
A dark city sat in the middle of a dark forest, moonlight shining on a massive fortress. Guards patrolled the streets, keeping their eyes open. Howling could be heard outside the city, making guards look outside the wall, pricking their ears up and listening. Deep within the castle a tower sat, and a single light shone in the window. A man sat on his bed, holding his sword in his hands. He had golden hair, and brown eyes, which were scanning outside. He was muscular and wore silver armor, his body tense as if waiting for something.
By Christopher Jimenez8 years ago in Futurism
Prologue: Young Adult Fantasy Novel
Constantine Grigorov thought that the merciless wind would freeze him to death. If he wasn’t dead already. Technically dead. His white, waxy skin hadn’t felt an icy kiss of cold for centuries or a warmth of flickering fire, never to blush under a woman’s eyes or turn scarlet with a sip of fine wine. But his mind—oh, his mind was very much alive. He watched the woman standing in front of the window with a predatory caution, aware of every trifling detail of her slender silhouette. A strain of dark brown hair clung to her grey woolen coat, her pupils as wide as an infinite black hole. He looked longingly as her long, slim fingers twitched with a nervous anxiety. She didn’t move, though, her legs rooted in the damp floor were covered with rotten leaves.
By Ania W8 years ago in Futurism
The War That Shook the Earth
Love is no small thing in the supernatural world, even if the word is much different. Love in the supernatural world signifies a lifelong bond rather than a fleeting feeling. If you lose the one you love, it hurts less to simply flee the world and never return. For a vampire, life becomes tiring. If they have no person to love, then there is no purpose to life—not that we necessarily need a purpose to live. It just hurts to go on living without someone by your side to make it interesting. And when a vampire gets bored, entire civilizations could wind up burnt to the ground. Or you may never see their face again—either dead or waiting to die. Purebloods become bored easily, and often sleep for long periods of time. Hundreds or even thousands of years. If they are awoken from their slumber by someone they do not wish to see or do not know, the offender will become something like a midnight snack.
By Luna Rose8 years ago in Futurism
Voices of the Live Ones: Chap 1 Pt 1
Voices of the Live Ones Part One – Crack in the Glass Eye Chapter One: Embers I once believed in a True Earth. That’s what the textbooks read: “For when our souls finally leave the ruins of This Earth, we will inherit a True Earth with God as our True Leader.”
By CT Idlehouse8 years ago in Futurism
Parole Duty
The youth sat uncomfortably in the back of the police car. He reached down and stuck a finger under the band holding his tracking device to his ankle. It had not blown him up because his police escort, Officers Machowsky and Darell, had called in to say that he had been picked up for parole duty.
By Shashi Joseph8 years ago in Futurism
The Judgement Bell (Chapter IV)
LOST AND FOUND Sheriff Hayes was driving home at the end of his shift. It was about six in the morning. He had been working almost non-stop since the last search team ceased action in finding Deputy Clay Wood. He worked most nights now because he wasn’t prepared to take another late-night call again. It had been almost six weeks since he disappeared. Sheriff Hayes had introduced new standard operating procedures to increase the safety standards for the department. One missing officer was one too many and damn if he wasn’t going to keep the rest of them safe. He should have been thinking about his retirement, but he wasn’t going anywhere until he found out what happened to Clay.
By Tom Szostak8 years ago in Futurism
The Jyro and Mystie Series: Aftermath
The purple fuzzy creature ate a bowl of cereal as she sat on my bed with me, using a tiny spoon that seemed perfect for her tiny little hands. As she's eating, I couldn't help but wonder if she ever slept at all. Not that I didn't believe that she didn't sleep, but she had no eyelids over her eyes. It was kind of interesting, the fact that she was alive and had no eyelids at all. If she did sleep, how would she be sleeping?
By Shyra Rodgers8 years ago in Futurism
A Magical Night
It was a night like every other except that this night I decided that I was going to finally talk to him. We have been friends for a while and he knows all about my powers and he doesn't care. That's why this night will be perfect, it is on nights like this will all the magic in the sky my magic will be at its peak. I can tell Tony how I feel about him, showing him in the most amazing way possible. I told my parents what my plans were and they have mixed emotions about it. What I plan to do it kind of like getting engaged, I will be promising myself to him in the hopes that he feels the same way. If he doesn't it will be a long time until I am ever able to do it again, and that's if the other males in my coven don't find out and think that since Tony is human that I chose one over the other. What they don't understand is there has never been anyone but Tony. He understands me when no one else gets it, and I never have to tell him when something is wrong because he just knows it. It's like he senses me or when I am thinking about him and he is either there in front of me or I get a call or text.
By Anie Williams8 years ago in Futurism
A Princess from the Clouds
The Stravanian Princess sat on the stoop of the tree. She brushed her black hair and placed it in a ponytail, with a pipe in her mouth puffing weed in the air; her calm grey eyes still examined me as I lay on a pile of roses, making sure I was safe. She then continued to look over my infant self and a pit bull puppy playing with one another; she lit up her pipe once more and exhaled the sweet smell of Mary Jane. This peculiar earthy scent danced and twirled as if it were a ballerina, spinning its sweet flowery scent in the air then flowing straight into my nose. This ballerina managed to awaken me from my slumber.
By K. Alexandra8 years ago in Futurism