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The Beautiful One Has Come, The Family of Ay
Neffi "Where did it go?" Nubia asks an equally confused Neffi. "How should I know," Neffi says, throwing her hands up in the air. "One second, the book was on fire…in my freaking hands," she says, looking down at her perfectly healthy hands, "…and the next aunt Henni was telling us to close up. For all I know, it incinerated itself and blew away." She says in a huff, walking over to the large bay window to see if it was open and searching around it for any gaps or air holes in which ashes can seep through.
Maize ScottPublished about 14 hours ago in FuturismArchie's Journey
Every journey begins with the first step, and every journey ends with the last step. Everyone knows this. What they don’t tell you is how grueling each step can be. The tiredness that comes with walking, trying, living. How can life be so special when it is just so much work. All. the. Time. Today is day number whatever of Archie continuing his journey. Since he was tasked to find a new home for his hive, he has been growing more fatigued with each passing moment. But, even with the growing desire to just quit and find some nice sunny spot to carry out the rest of his days, he simply cannot abandon the few ants that cared for him. Moreover, while Archie will never admit it out loud, he is proud of the fact that he is the only one brave enough to venture out into the darkening world.
Silas FayePublished about 15 hours ago in Futurism
Hiding in the Light
We managed to reach my truck without incident. He stopped and looked as if he were about to object to getting in. “Our first stop is roughly twenty miles from here. If you'd rather walk.” Whatever he had been about to say he wisely kept to himself. Pulling out of the parking lot I filled him in. “With the lack of information in the file trying to figure out where to look is going to be somewhat difficult.” He didn't look convinced, waving his had towards the scenery outside he asked. “How many places could he go to around here? I shot him a stern look.
John Randolph Skinner IVPublished about 15 hours ago in FuturismQuarantine Blues
She was lying on her bed. Still wearing yesterday’s clothes, gazing at the dancing shadows of the morning sun. Just lying there. Gazing. Her mind empty and dull.
Short Stories: The Lone Witch
- Smack! Paris was abruptly awakened by the feeling of the back of her head meeting the hardwood floor. Welp, that’s one way to start off the day, Paris thought to herself as she rubbed the sore spot. Sitting up against the side of her bed, Paris got lost in her thoughts. It had been three months since that recurring dream started to… well recur. The dream first occurred the night of her 15th birthday. Paris found herself standing in endless darkness, with only a dim spotlight as her only source of light. The ground is covered in a shallow layer of water: but the most memorable part of the dream would be the haunting echo of a unionized whisper asking her if she hears something.
Justin OwneyPublished about 17 hours ago in Futurism
Star
Star Penetrating stares were all she received every day. Walking down the school hall with a million eyes on her was her natural state. It wasn’t her fault. Some said that God blessed her. Blessed her with beauty, she was fit to be a model. Curves in all the right places, long legs, long shiny hair, and big eyes. It didn’t matter that her hair was black with streaks of gray and her eyes the color of midnight. Nor did it matter that she had a star in the middle of her forehead, hence the name, Star. Boys loved her, and girls hated her. Still, she was not popular. Having a bad attitude was part of the reason. The other reason was a poor family and living in the worst and roughest part of town.
Nicole DavisPublished about 17 hours ago in Futurism
Short Stories: The Lone Witch
“Do you hear it?”, The unionized whisper of what sounded like thousands upon thousands of people echoed throughout Paris’s head. She had drifted away to a recurring dream that had started right after her 15th birthday, just a few months ago. They all started the same, she would find herself standing in infinite darkness, that of a void. With nothing but a spot light like soft glow, barely bright enough to see details past the silhouette of her hand. And although she couldn’t see it - she could feel the cool water blanketing her toes.
Justin OwneyPublished about 17 hours ago in FuturismThe Dance Of The Prey
“Thank you. I knew I could count on you.” “I haven’t said I’ll do it yet. I said I’ll think about it.” George got up and went to the door. He paused with his hand on the door handle, and looked at Stanley with pleading eyes that said - please do it. Stanley smiled. “Let me think about it. I’ll let you know once I’ve made a decision.
Rejoice DenherePublished about 17 hours ago in FuturismLizzie's Diary - Entry 14
Honestly, Wednesday was uneventful compared to Tuesday. I had spent the night before hugging Perry and thinking about Monty like a lovestruck idiot that by the time morning came around, I looked horrible. I piled on as much concealer as I could to hide my exhaustion and maintain a natural look, but I can tell that Tawni and Gabby saw right through it. They kept asking about Monty and how the rest of the night went--so finally, at lunchtime, I filled my friends in about everything. Our parents, the gangs back in Jesup, our “training,” the brand on my left shoulder blade and the meaning behind it, how Monty found me, and everything that occurred between us over the years.
Natasha PennPublished a day ago in FuturismThe Gift of Sight
There was a light in the forest this morning - a glow really. Eery pale green illuminated the top of a single tree, the ones around it unaffected, still cast in early morning shadows. Transfixed, I wanted to see more, but something held me back.
Nathalie BonillaPublished 2 days ago in FuturismLove Found Across the Galaxy
“Our King has returned home with his Queen!” When King Adrian came back from searching for his Merlot Girl, he came home with the literal woman of his dreams. Immediately orders were sent to prepare a wedding of exquisite décor in colors of berry blue, burgundy, and brown accents. He believed he would find the girl who lived in his dreams; his Merlot Girl. And he did; the two of them existed in the same galaxy yet, only one knew the other existed.
Life & Death
How many lifetimes has it been? He wondered. When was the last time we were face to face? Shame filled him as he stood before her, but he forced himself to meet her guarded stare. They were the only beings in this interdimensional space, after all, so he had nowhere else to sensibly settle his gaze. To look her straight in the eye, and say...
Natasha PennPublished 3 days ago in Futurism
