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Found
When you see it it’s wrapped around the bent corner of a sorry looking chain link fence. As is the case with most found trinkets, it could be something, but it could also very well be nothing. You aren’t as good at separating the junk from the treasure as Ashni is. Ashni’s neighbor is a Forer so they have a better idea of what to look for.
By Emily Louise3 years ago in Fiction
Flight of the Broken
A heart-shaped patch of healthy flesh stood out against the burn scars that dotted my upper body. It was where the locket had protected me from the explosion. It was also one of the few parts of my body that was still human. The rest of me consisted of mismatched prosthetics that gave me a hideous limp and hands and arms that only worked half the time. But my wings… my wings always worked.
By Joy Nelson3 years ago in Fiction
Anthropological Joy
Oca struggled through the ruins, joints creaking with overuse. These monoliths of metal and plastic never get easier to traverse, especially given their instability. Just last cycle, she broke her arm trying to observe the unique orbs floating above the large complex, bracketed by colorful tapestries with a strange braided symbol in the middle. Something that belonged to an Auntie Anne apparently. Everything about the past was fascinating. A grin spread across her face at a further opportunity to learn about the society that build these complexes. With all the individual spaces, perhaps they were used as living spaces? Oca turned away to survey another space when a flickering light caught her attention. She began to scan this strange box when it attempted to initiate a conversation with her.
By Becan Hennighan3 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
LYONS Autumn It was a quiet evening in the imperial farmlands of southern Legion as the early onset of the dark drew the day to a close. The weather was fairly warm for an Autumn night, even in the mild Aerbonean midlands where the rural farming town of Lyons rested north of the Svanean-Legion border. Summer had just passed a few weeks before, though one would be hard-pressed to tell the difference in the southern climate. Jean found himself locked in a heated discussion with his older brother, Pierre, as they argued furiously in the dark of their room. They spoke in hushed tones back and forth within the comfort of their family’s cottage- sharing a room between the pair of them. The family home was no more than a small two bedroom cottage that they lived in with their mother and father. The brothers were the sons of a poor cattle farmer who was swamped in debt to the king of those lands, King Louis IV; the fourth King of the line of Louis Delaunay, founder of the Kingdom of Legion.
By Kelson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
Mud Baths
The heat ate their bodies slowly, between trees and swamps, as mosquitoes converged in the sticky wrap of the oxygen. They looked upon the dead waters, hoping something more would become of their lives. Lisa and John always shared the same cigarettes, the same bottles of alcohol, daydreaming and distending. Nothing was accomplished. The cicadas screamed their ephemeral cries, like some sort of unique haunting above them. Sometimes Lisa and John would read down by the river. Languid pages blinked in the dry wind. Or they would just look at one another, in silent language.
By Justin Fong Cruz3 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium
The shadows were encroaching into what little light there was in the room. The dark was dominating. Items were strewn around the room, blocking the light and creating more darkness. Furniture. Dangling curtains and curtain rails. It was all evidence that life had once existed here. Newspapers. Letters. Photographs. Fancy wall paper was peeling from the walls and there were shadows over the damp patches. Everything was rotten and greyed with age.
By Jade Stephens3 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath
The city was so quiet it was unnerving. The only sound Nick could hear was the concrete crumbling under his feet. It reminded him of winter snow and made him smile to himself. The last time he had heard the snow was when he was building snowmen with his children. His hand unconsciously went to the small heart shaped locket around his neck and his mind began to wander as he slowly dropped one foot in front of the other.
By Brandon Brookbank3 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
NERO FOREST, AHGLOR Winter, 1E77 Robin trekked through the rough hilly terrain of the Ahglorian woodlands in pursuit of the caribou herd he’d been pursuing for three days, northeast of his home in Olenor. The land was covered in dense pine and fir tree woods and small ferns and thorny underbrush grew between them. The ground was covered in dead leaves and pine needles and it was flattened where the caribou had run through, sometime late in the night during the storm. He followed the caribou trail as quickly and quietly as an elf- the dead wet leaves gave way without sound beneath the soles of his hemp shoes as he ran along on his northerly course. The path he followed was sunken into the ground and the land rose two and a half feet on either side of the three foot wide path that he traversed. His path was walled-in by the thick growth of trees that surrounded him and the caribou route twisted and turned periodically as he navigated it.
By Kelson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
The Ramarkable Mind of Doctor Rockit
Part 2. 18th Birthday School finished, I made sure to run quickly to a spot I chose a few days before. It was on the outskirts of the town’s graveyard. I don’t know why but I was aiming for the graveyard but while walking back from the graveyard I came across a tree where three trunks intertwined creating a rambunctious and gargantuan tree of mystical sorts. I honestly at the time didn’t know why I chose there though. Remember at this point in my magic endeavours I was still feeling that magic was more a show and illusion than actual magic. I wanted to believe but so many things in society told me magic was a fake thing created for children. I still wasn’t sure where I stood on this.
By Jason Bond3 years ago in Fiction