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A Drop Of Dragon's Blood
There must be something more for me out there, I thought. Something more than a life as a lowly servant! “Trixie!” Startled, I turned around.
TheNeutralDragonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismOnly Time Will Tell
Jordan hid his head inside of his sleeping bag and lay on his tummy inside the large cardboard box that he had scrounged from an appliance store earlier that day. Good thing he wasn’t claustrophobic. Ironically, it was a refrigerator box, which was laughable considering he felt like he was encased in ice. A light snow was coming down on the street outside of his makeshift shelter. It rarely snowed in Vancouver, likely by morning it would turn to rain. It was cold though, currently -3 according to his cell phone. It was hard to keep warm in this kind of weather, but he had splurged on a new sleeping bag and it was supposedly good to -40. He snorted to himself. not that he would see temperatures that low here at the coast. Yet, he admitted to himself he would need a tent if he were going to spend the winter on the streets. He flexed his thigh muscles as he pondered his predicament, hoping the friction would help him to warm up. He had placed his cardboard box down a narrow back alley way tonight, in between two dumpsters, a green one and a red one, and they offered him some protection from the biting wind though the smell wasn’t so great. He could see out of one end of the box, but unless you knew someone was there, you couldn’t see him.
Hope HaggertyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Melancholy of a Dystopian Gentlemen
Well. Here I am again. Seems this is my life now. Rummaging for hours through endless garbage and clutter, looking for something that could just as well not even exist. What a life to live. Five-thousand credits. That’s all I needed to get on that bus and be done with all of this. Avalon is offering maintenance jobs that are hiring on the spot in Waco City and are transporting people by the bus load to take up the offer. Room and board included. I wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but this dreary old city, working for this less than accommodating corporation. A crisis scouring unit. Humph. That title was nothing more than a fancy name for a premium custodian with minimal detective skills. Oh well. Where would I get that kind of money from, anyway? It was wishful thinking… So here I am again. Searching for nothing in a place that’s as good as nowhere. The joy of life. What even is any of this stuff? If I had to take a guess, I would say that this used to be some sort of warehouse or factory, based on the multitude of complicated machinery and the litter of hazardous debris scattered throughout the place. There were bicycle parts, moldy old teddy bears and… wait. What is that? Under a pile of rubble sat something that seemed to stand out from the rest of it. It was a little black notebook bound by a sturdy black elastic strap that seemed to be a bit worn from time but also seemed to be in some sort of good shape still. I would normally look over an item like this one but it seemed so out of place here and I didn’t have much hope of finding anything else. I picked it up and opened it to find that it was mostly empty aside from loggings on the first three pages. I knew it wasn’t long until we would be given our lunch break. There also wasn’t anything more obviously interesting, nor was it much to read, so I sat down on one of the metal stools in the room and began reading the first log. It read:
Dominik ThomasPublished 3 years ago in Futurismjust as the stars do
I reached up and grabbed hold of one, a star. I was hesitant thinking it would be too hot but was surprised to find it was cool, it spun softly in my hand. As I reached I realized the stars looked like tiny pinpricks in the sky, there to make sure we had enough air to breathe. I took a deep breath and grabbed another star, and just like that, I was using them as footholds. As I climbed as fast as I could, I was passing through the constellations. I passed Cassiopeia. I had my foot stuck in Orion’s belt. I was climbing further and further away from the Earth. Where was I going? Only the stars knew.
Reasons Why Libras Are The Best
Today is February 25, 2021. My horoscope reads: Chances are good that you will receive a helping hand or comfort from someone many years your senior who cares about you, Libra. Don't hesitate to ask for their thoughts, ideas, and assistance. They will probably enjoy being able to do this for you and be glad that you've approached them. Be open and accept the love and support that's offered.
Danielle AlbrightPublished 3 years ago in FuturismHush, She Said to Her Restless Heart
Sarah will always remember the day she discovered that she was the most powerful person on Earth. Riding her bicycle to the top of a hill on the asphalt trail in the Nature Preserve, she had to stop. The twelve-year-old felt her legs getting stronger and it became difficult to control the bike. The wind picked up and gusts of warmth swirled past brushing her face and arms. The girl thought it strange that gravity could feel so weak.
Rick BakerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLeo Rising
Astrology was really never my thing. Nor did I really believe in fate. I mean who hasn't read their daily horoscope at the back of a magzine/newspaper? It's kind of like opening up a fortune cookie to that encrypted message that will change the outcome of your life moving forward "This will be your year." I knew it!!!
Melanie GarrettPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Scorpio Inside Me
I think there is a grey line that separates the hardcore believers in the universe and all it's workings from those who put their faith in other places. One thing that I feel confident in saying though, is that no matter where your core belief system is, we all know what our zodiac signs are, and we've all been curious at some point in our lives, even at least once, to see what our zodiac signs say about us and how true they really are in each of our personal journeys. If you're one of those curious people right now, I can tell you how to get your answer, and what my personal story has been. Whether my life, personality traits and character are truly based off my sign or not, I suppose none of us will never really know. But, here's where you can begin to understand your zodiac sign and maybe grasp an understanding of not only yourself, but others in your life, and how your personalities may clash, or on the other hand, really mesh. Whatismysign.net is a great resource to begin your online search into what you can expect in people...Especially a Scorpio like myself.
Amy PhilbertPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Leprechaun Journals
Henry could feel the heat from the ashes through his worn shoes. The thick smoke choked him and burned his already tearful eyes. Nurse Nancy pulled young Henry close and led him away from the rubble. Henry clutched the rough diamond in his small hands and looked back over his shoulder at the large angry man standing in the smoky ruins. He was both exhilarated and confused but he felt secure in the care of the tender nurse. Henry adored her because she was kind, had a pretty face, and always smelled of lavender, but now, her bravery made him feel unassailable, so he nestled in closer. Henry couldn’t decide if he was trembling from the cold or fear. He thought Nurse Nancy was trembling too as they made their way briskly back to the local theater where all the children had been taken after the fire. They would have to remain there until they could be transported to the public orphanage in Philadelphia.
The Three Hungers Of Argost
Over the forest, a single stone tower came into view. It was several stories tall, with steeple shaped windows marking every floor…save one. The brickwork was worn, vine twisted and disheveled…as if the earth had shifted in its sleep and jostled the stones from their once perfect alignment.
Brian WestPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBattling the stars and what they say
Up there... above us the world in which we reside... look past every cloud and patch of sky. You will see those interstellar creations, these extraterrestrial masterpieces, carefully with every star... they tell each and every one of us a story.
David Albert PrescottPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Girl that could be Anything
My name is Rose Johnson. I am an ordinary girl.. or so I think, that can change my form to any animal I wish. If it must have a name it would be called a shapeshifter, but I just don't know how i came to have these powers. I have had them for about as long as I can remember. I am 17 years old and I am about 5'5 in height and weight about 125 pounds. I have brown curly hair and pretty baby purple eyes.
MagicalSoulPublished 3 years ago in Futurism