Sci Fi
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ONE| Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Old and young people alike, they danced too. Everything was one then. Everyone was one.
Ángel SierraPublished about a year ago in FictionWhen the World Stopped
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I looked up over my right shoulder to watch the simulated moon, the shape of a Crescent this night, rise to its appointed spot on the sky screen.
The Spooky
The Spooky: Beacon The beacon stood tall and pleased, sticking out into the ocean like an encouraging sign in obscurity. It had been there as far back as anybody could recollect, directing boats securely to shore and advance notice them of the deceptive rocks that lay just underneath the outer layer of the water.
The Discovery of a Hostile Alien Race
In the year 2157, humanity had finally achieved the goal of space travel. At first, it was only within the confines of our solar system, but now exploration had reached beyond that, into the unknown depths of intergalactic space.
Brian MakumiPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Lost Sword of King Arthur
In the land of Albion, the legendary King Arthur had been ruling for many years alongside his knights of the round table. They had fought many battles and overcome countless obstacles, always standing for justice and righteousness.
Parting Gifts
God I'm glad He's dead! I thought to myself. Darren and I had Had problems since we got married, but I had been determined to stick it out.
Alicia AnspaughPublished about a year ago in FictionCandalaria
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. While the titanic slabs of stones lay out in rings that dotted the landscape lit up as if in answer to those violet clouds
Alicia AnspaughPublished about a year ago in FictionOne World's Waste
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And from them poured, as it had since the beginning of recorded history, not rain, but tentacles.
Stéphane DreyfusPublished about a year ago in FictionBeyond the Veil
Chapter 1 I wasn't happy with my work on this story and speeded through it to meet a deadline. Now that the challenge is over, I'm going back to the drawing board!
L.A. HancockPublished about a year ago in FictionLovers under a billion purple nights.
She could hear the beach, calling for their intertwined bodies, as if they had been washed up on its shore like twin sea shells sleeping with abandon.
pechepetitePublished about a year ago in FictionUnder firefly skies
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Only lasting thirty-three seconds, this breathtakingly beautiful yet indescribable event marks a new day for the clairvoyants who each replenish their psychic powers through this transient pastel moonlight. At the same time each magical being emerges from the dense evergreen forests surrounding their meeting grounds, a sea of fire flies lit up the nearby trail and put their identities on full display. This magical moment twinkled before each gazer's eyes as the mist hanging near the stumps of the overgrown quiescent trees came to light, placing the frigid emerald lakeshore in near view. Each of them seem fixated on the reflection of the iridescent insects which was guiding these depleted souls to their place of rest. They tuck their skirts and hike up their pants before each of the like-minded group members slowly descends through the dewy ground beneath them, hoping to make it back ashore before the water seeps through through their garments and causes a chill. This night is a cold fright no one wants to freeze in, especially while half asleep.
Kalina BethanyPublished about a year ago in FictionLight in a Dark Sanctuary
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Hundreds of years ago the villagers would gather and rejoice to see it, or so Maria had heard. Now it was an annoyance at best. A reason for thick curtains and early bed times. At worst, it was a poignant reminder that they were trapped here, without reprieve and without hope. Everyone felt it, whether they wanted to admit it or not.
Jasmin PerezPublished about a year ago in Fiction