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The Hunter's Throne
Klovise breathed heavily. 'He’s put up a good fight so far, but he’s tired. I’ll have to take him down now. With one event left, I can’t afford to waste time. '
Miina SarayPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNothing But Something
The sun sat high in the sky causing extreme heat felt by the towns people on their most important day of the year. Every bell in Townhall rang out, as they roamed the streets with anticipation. Neighbors from across town gathered to observe “The Legacy Hunt,” where the winning family would be awarded title of "Heir of Legacy". The title not only grants the winning family praise, adoration, and service of the people, but access, influence, and control over the town's resources as well. The most significant prize was an 20,000-dollar donation gathered from the towns people. Traditionally, all the towns' families compete in the hunt, however only two families in the entire history of the town have won the title and thus have reaped its benefits. The North family were the winners of the previous hunt taking the title away from the South family.
Jaraad JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMystery Of The Comet
It was a day like any other day. Charlie, a college guy, was studying hard for the mid-semester exam in geology as he wanted to become an archaeologist, traveling and discovering historical artefacts from the past. He loved solving mysteries that had been buried for thousands of years.
Ryan MichelbachPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSwept Away by Blank Pages
“Wooooohooooo!” I yelled. I couldn't believe it, I had come into the pawn shop to sell this ring I found, and wouldn't you know it. Today of all days they were having a contest.
M. Lewis MotterPublished 3 years ago in FuturismElusively Aquarius
Catch me if you can. Several years ago, a man who couldn’t take a hint wagered that he could guess my friend group’s respective professional fields. If he succeeded, he could buy us all a drink. For the record, we never agreed to the stakes, but he proceeded to guess. Legal (Andrea - correct), marketing (Diana - correct), marketing (Aanya - correct), and librarian (me - incorrect - OMG). I worked in investor relations at a Hedge Fund at the time, although I would say that I spiritually love the idea of being a prescriptive librarian and that I look very sexy in my glasses.
Lucky Duckling
Will Pryor-Bennett Vocal+ Moleskine Contest Lucky Duckling June 15th, 2022 Tonight’s the night, man, I can feel it. I’m going to have two drinks, and then I’m going to walk out of this bar. Lads and Lassies- Irish Pub- on 78th and Amsterdam, in NYC. Nice place: L-shaped bar with about 20 stools, a little raised stage in the southwest corner (somebody knows feng shui), hardwood floors, warm colors, warm overhead lamps, and craft beer. That’s what I love most about writing: I don’t have to defend craft beer. It’s my life, my story, and it doesn’t matter.
The Winning Ticket
It was unusually dark out for the time of day: 2 p.m. But a storm brewed in the sky. And the rain battered everything beneath the clouds. We were no exception, my wife, Lenore and I. Strange. It had rained for ten straight days. As we rushed from our apartment—me late for another pointless job interview and her late for a job she hated and that paid far less than she was worth—I tripped next to our car. It was there on the ground that I saw a lottery ticket. I didn’t know what made me pick it up. In fact, I never played the lottery. I thought it was a waste of money, given the odds. House always won or house wouldn’t be in the business. No matter. I hopped in my car and dropped the ticket into the cup holder.
samuel chatmanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWhispers.
It was my turn to shelve the books again. I didn’t mind the task itself, strolling the aisles of the dusty library, but I disliked doing it while the library was open. Spending time in the stacks was a quiet refuge for so many, and I didn’t want to come galumphing in with my squeaky cart in the middle of it.
Alys RevnaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Small Escape
Narrowing my eyes against the midday sun shining through the open curtains, I sighed as I dug through yet another box filled with old photos, and what looked to be drawings from a small child, dated with names. A sad memento from the family that must have lived here. Cute but not helpful to our continued survival.
Becca HoltPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBlack Book of the Firmament
The balance of eternity rested upon the hands of the Seven; Jorr the Sky-Guardian, Shol the Sun-Bringer, Azer the Moon-Keeper, Mira the Earth-Mother, Ogre the Black-Star, Wina the Soul-Giver, and Phyr the Time-Starter. Together they held in-place the very fabric of the universe, which was suspended high above the firmament of the Temple in which they dwelled. They drew their power from the first two Sages; Shol and Ogre, who were the builders of the temple at the beginning of existence. They used their power to connect the temple to the firmament, and thusly, Jorr had become born. It was not until the creation of Phyr that the rest of the universe began to materialize, including the essence of chronology and the other Sages - except for Wina the Soul-Giver.
Landon AndresenPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Star Is Born
In a time long ago, on March 29 1982, the earth bound stars of Hollywood gathered at the Dorothy Chandler Pavillion in Los Angeles to be honored at the 54th annual Academy awards. Back then, the path to becoming a star seemed much more like the hero's journey in the myths of the ancients that birthed our archetypal understanding of the constellations. The internet did not yet exist, allowing for a person to reach the heights of stardom for having a cat that can flush the toilet.
Andrea FlaxPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCertainly Odd
Liam had been expecting the bills and junk mail that filled his mailbox. What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was a paper bundle, tied up with string, tucked in the middle of it all as if to be hidden. It was suspicious.
Amanda Van TilburgPublished 3 years ago in Futurism