fantasy
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The Hourglass
Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay in this dream world where her father didn't come home drunk every night, where her mother wasn't crying and escaping her own abusive reality with all kinds of drugs, where her brother wasn't intentionally hurting others to make himself feel better by sleeping around and breaking hearts. In her dream, everything was the way it was supposed to be for an eleven-year-old living in New York City.
By Mensur Hamzabegović8 years ago in Futurism
The Judgement Bell (Chapter III)
CHAPTER III UNEXPECTED GIFTS The entire Department at the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale University was called in for a 2:00 AM delivery of the Brandt Foundation Book Donation. There were easily 50 people there to oversee the curating and cataloguing of all the books in the donation. Each book would be logged then photographed. The next step would be to examine each page thoroughly by at least two people to find any and all abnormalities that could either be fixed or noted to maintain its provenance. The Brandt Foundation gave a good portion of its estate to Beinecke which equaled a couple hundred books at the least. In order to make the process go a bit faster, groups were pre-assigned, and the list was posted outside the receiving area. This would give everyone a chance to get acquainted with everyone in their assigned group.
By Tom Szostak8 years ago in Futurism
Hello to My Present Life
There we were... Surrounded by trees that were forever flowing within the cool breeze... We stand facing each other with something precious and dear to us in our arms, I remained holding my infant self, while Present was holding a little bear; a bear that resembled Winnie the Pooh... my sister's favorite childhood character.
By K. Alexandra8 years ago in Futurism
The Mighty Minotaur and the Sea Serpent
Once upon a time there was a land filled with creatures both big and small, skinny and fat, short and tall but among all of them reigned the Minotaur. His great body towered above all, his horns thrust into the sky like a pointed crown, his chest was wide like a tree trunk and his arms were like great branches from his torso. The Minotaur truly believed himself to be the greatest creature of them all and he took a home upon the tallest mountain, from there he would look down upon all the creatures below him and bellow “Truly there is no creature greater than I, I am more intelligent than the wisest owl, faster than the tiny birds that flitter from tree to tree, stronger than the oldest oak of the Great Forest. Truly there is no creature on this land greater than I”. Each and every day he would bellow this from his perch upon his mountain letting his strong voice rumble down the mountains, through the trees and over the hills and not one creature dare speak against him for they all agreed he truly was the greatest creature of them all.
By Liam Pollard8 years ago in Futurism
The Veteran's Tale
“You ever seen Goblin's sonny?” the grizzled veteran asked, coughing over his pipe as he packed it with tobacco once again. “It ain't like the Sagas, I'll tell you that! They mostly come at night, and you don't see 'em 'til they are almost on you, 'cause they can see in the dark, you see! What you need is some of them Felixiads with you, 'cause those cat men can see in the gloaming almost as good as the greens do. Only you ain't no Felixad, and you can't see 'em coming. You hear 'em well enough, though, hammering them kettle drums like the heralds of doom, the Boom! Boom! Boom! And as the hammerin' gets closer you lose your bladder, believe me, you do!” The old man lit the pipe as the youngster titters, mockingly.
By Bryan Irving8 years ago in Futurism
The Warrior in the Dark Part 1
There was screaming from the front entrance of the ball room. The ball room gleamed gold from the candle light reflecting off of the golden floor and the candle sticks. Her Royal Highness, Princess Mariana Elaine di Halen, stood tall against the wall next to her father’s throne. Everyone thought that she was strange due to the fact that even to a black tie event she preferred to wear men’s clothing to women’s clothing. "It is my duty to protect Father and Mother and I don’t care what other people think." She looked over the crowd and tried to find where the screaming was originating from.
By Tatiana Funkhouser8 years ago in Futurism
The Judgement Bell (Chapter II)
CHAPTER II THE COLLECTOR Alastair Brandt was known in the academic world as one of the top scholars to translate and authenticate rare and ancient texts. He had procured several rare first editions over his years that could he was happy to lend to Universities or Museums for study. He would even lend them to people for the sheer joy of reading them for entertainment. This was the reason most books had been written; to entertain and enlighten. It was the masters that could enlighten the mind and enthrall a reader at the same time; think and reason while being entertained. But he also had several other books, tomes, and scrolls from millennia past that was of religion, politics, or history. Alastair had always thought that a day without learning five new things was a wasted day.
By Tom Szostak8 years ago in Futurism
Clarisse's Used Finery
Clarisse’s Used Finery was not the used finery store you’d expect to find. Nor was it run by a nice old lady named Clarisse who had a bowl of lollipops. It didn’t sell used clothes and it didn’t have antique trinkets. The town of Kale wasn’t known for having normal stores with normal people.
By Cat Charity Jude8 years ago in Futurism
Artio's Adventure
Artio had always felt like an outsider. Her mother and two sisters already passed the test. Mother, Erui as she was known among the glade’s townsmen, was not only her mother, but mother Earth. Branwen, the eldest of all the sisters, was wisdom encompassed into the body of one. And Blodeuwedd was already the most beautiful child even before she was determined to be the beauty of flowers. Yet Artio could spend hours with animals of the wild. Blodeuwedd always complained about her various pets that would sneak out of their boxes and Branwen would examine them with her. Most of them were poisonous but Artio loved them all the same. She was the trouble maker, always ignoring her mother’s insistence of ‘never venture.’ To her, the woods were more home-like than the mud-home created centuries ago.
By Faith Young8 years ago in Futurism
