fantasy
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Alex The Inventor-Chapter 5 (Pt.1)
Read Chapters 1 - 4 at: Deep Sky Stories Chapter 5 (Part 1) - A Distant Voice The morning did indeed break sunny, bright and new after such a restless and disturbing night. Alex Faraway awoke to see softly floating dust-fairies caught within the rays of sunshine which angled through his bedroom window to shine on the floor at the foot of his bed. A quiet smile touched his face as he awoke to a single wonderful thought, "My dad is alive and loves me and I'm going to see him very soon."
By G.F. Brynn8 years ago in Futurism
Ember-Blade
Chapter One: The Ember Core Beau watched the shopkeeper patiently, waiting for his chance to steal his freshly baked meat pies. The fat merchant used a dirty old rag to wipe the sweat off his bald head, which reflected the beaming morning sun like a mirror. He spoke rapidly with his customers as he sold his various drinks and foodstuffs. The market was brimming with people going about their daily business of buying and selling, ignoring the dirty orphan dressed in street rags.
By Damien Shillingford8 years ago in Futurism
This Is Not Déjà Vu
My earliest carcass didn’t know of time; in that life, it didn’t matter, didn’t exist. Yet, as what I now know was a bee, I existed. In that life, I didn’t bother to distinguish a difference between real or fake. Everything was real, it just was and so were you. You were a flower with pollen softer than that of any other and with nectar that was more than sweet. I rested within you at the base of your filaments. Too soon after leaving your safety, I was attacked, and as a consequence of defending myself, I died. That life, I learned, was just as fragile as that body.
By Troi Speaks8 years ago in Futurism
Blockhead
Blockhead :oR: Leaps Away “The Blockheads that haunt this apartment complex will kill you the worst way, worse than any other ghost,” said Sister Mary Michael (whom Eve Eeny called “Sister Mary Michael Jackson”). “But don’t worry. They’re easy to spot and leave alone.”
By F. Simon Grant8 years ago in Futurism
The Assassin and the Thief
The moon is high, almost in position, by the time I get where I need to be. My target should be walking back into town any moment now. If all goes to plan, this hit should go down without a hitch. I shift in my position slightly, careful not to rustle the branch I rest on too much. The stiffness in my bones has set in now, but I can’t leave my position. I have a mark, I have to carry out the mission.
By Shera Prague8 years ago in Futurism
The Shadow
There are five wagons in our group winding slowly through the forest on a dirt road. Ours is the last in the line of covered wagons, made of old ruined automobile parts. The three of us sit in the bed of our wagon in brooding silence until Amy, the more talkative one of our group, speaks.
By Hunter Wilson8 years ago in Futurism
Death of a Nephilim
I can remember everything so well. It felt so real, I’m sure that it actually happened. It had to. The first thing I remember was me running into a large room that looked like some sort of 1920s ticket booth. It was shielded by a glass wall that stood on top of a long desk and wrapped around the perimeter. The glass had black handprints on it, and some even dragged down the glass. It creeped me out a bit, to be honest. A humongous room that was about the size of a hotel lobby laid outside of it and seemed like it had been abandoned for years. I looked around the small room for something that I couldn’t quite remember what for but that is probably the reason why I came up with nothing. As I began to panic, I started to scan my surroundings once more and came to the realization of one important fact: there wasn't another soul in sight.
By Makayla Winstead8 years ago in Futurism
Prophesy of War
Have you ever wondered what made the world tick? Who was right with their stories of how we were made? As far as I know, no belief was completely wrong, that deities existed for millennia before our planet, and they all played a part in creation. I come from what you may know of as the Greek Gods, but I just know them as family.
By zach mastrogiacomo8 years ago in Futurism
