fantasy
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A Beacon to the Heavens
“Hullo! How ye daein?” Agnes greeted Robert through her mobile phone using her playful American-English-Scottish accent. “I’ve got some bad news,” answered Robert. “Great Gran Mary had an accident, and she wasn’t able to pull through. A ceremony will be held at the Old and St Andrew’s Church in Montrose this week. It’s time for us to make that trip.”
The Dreamer Doesn't Wake
No one knows how the world began; there are only guesses, at best, to how this tiny sphere hurtling through the universe managed to span life—generations building and building until there was a populace. And that populace required a reason for being.
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismI'm Write about Tomorrow
Eldridge Grayson was probably one of the unluckiest men who had ever graced this planet. He was neither black nor white. He was neither Jew nor Christian though his mother was fair and Jewish, and his father was black and Christian. He perhaps felt a little more affinity towards his Jewish clan for the simple reason he had been raised by his Jewish grandmother. However, every time she attempted to indoctrinate him into Judaism, his father would swoop in and declare that his child was not going to be a Jew. Eldridge’s grandmother would contest by saying Jews are born through their mothers. She had tried to get Eldridge circumcised when he was a babe, and his father swooped in and declared, “not my child.” She had wanted to enroll him in Hebrew school. His father appeared at the doors of the shul one day, saying, “I did not approve of my son coming to Hebrew school. After which, his father then asked him, “aren’t you glad that I got you out of that?” To which Eldridge replied, “Father, I want to go to Hebrew school. “
Michael Lee TuckerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBlack Magic
There was this young man who found a little black book one night. He opens the book and it has some names in the book, people that he knows, famous black people, like Rosa Parks, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. etc. So he asks around about this book, to his friends and family, and people don’t know what to tell him about it. So he takes it to someone that he knows, that knows about ancient African spiritual practices, and he instantly tells him that this book is enchanted with some sort of black magic, and that he has heard of these type of books before, and that he has heard that these type of books grant special powers to who ever finds it. So the wise old man goes on to say that the other names that appear in the book were previous owners of the book and by writing your name in this book, you will be granted what it is that you desire the most. So the young man decides to write his name in the book since he is now the owner of the book and see what he is granted.
Rashid Ali SwansonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Little Black Book
It all started on that cold autumn day in October. The leaves on the trees were a beautiful vibrant mixture of golds, oranges, yellows and reds. I was strolling through the woods with my favorite song playing on my phone, "Little Black Book" by Belinda Carlisle. As I continued to walk with my face looking down towards the ground. I noticed something black that was barely visible within the leaves on the ground. My curiosity got the best of me as I reached down and picked it up. It was a little black book that filled me with extreme excitement as I began to read the contents of the book. The first page said Lori Douglas you are a winner of $20,000. I thought to myself that this must be a prank of some kind and looked around for any hidden cameras or my friends hiding behind the trees, but there was no one in sight. It was if everyone had vanished from the face of the earth.
Lori DouglasPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMidsummer Inheritance
The midsummer sun sat at just the right angle to make it impossible to find Anders. Turning away, I scanned the handful of people gathered in the shadows of the cabins that lined the beach. No Anders. He wasn’t the old man in a pilling wool sweater I’d imagined when AncesTree called to tell me I had won the Heritage Sweepstakes, but he wasn’t a stereotypical tall, bright-blonde Scandinavian either. He had dark loose waves and glacial blue eyes, stood almost nose-to-nose with me, and was guiding me through Norway on a month-long trip through my mother’s homeland. All I’d had to do was spit in a tube and send it off. Best case, in my mind, I’d win $10,000 and a personal genealogist. Worst case, I’d have my ancestry mapped. Maybe I’d find some relatives on my mom’s side. Maybe even learn my mother’s name. For only the price of a DNA kit, I figured it was worth it. Turns out it was.
Samantha MossPublished 3 years ago in FuturismYour story, before you've written it
It’s darker than the midnight sky, colder than an Antarctic iceberg on a winter's night. I can feel the wind rushing past my face as I leap through the forest, step by step my feet facing each other. I am running for my life. Attempting to be as elusive as possible, I find a ditch. My heart beating so fast it’s almost as if I’ve come into an obscure amount of palpitations… I need to get out of here painting as softly as I can. Why did this happen? How did I get into this situation… I think to myself. I hear the growling of animals moving swiftly through the forest. It sounds like they’re closing in. Slowly attempting to surprise me their prey unannounced but I see them.. every single one. They leap at me ferociously, am I going to die here?
ender morisu shijin proprietárioPublished 3 years ago in FuturismDeath
I see the mother crying, praying to God to let him live. Her little boy remains on the hospital bed, lifeless. The mother caresses her son’s cheek. “I love you, Sam,” She says in a breathless whisper. I yawn in pure boredom. Can humans be any more pathetic? Do they seriously believe if they pray to God, he will fulfill their wishes? I look at my watch, the time is ticking. It’s past 4:05, the boy should be dead by now. “How long does it take one person to die?!” I murmur. Running out of patience, I slowly walk over to the hospital bed, examining the pale, boy with sunken eyes. I tilt my head in amusement “You’re a stubborn lil human, aren’t you? Look at you, so desperately clinging onto this pathetic life.” His eyes stay closed. The annoying mother finally takes a step out of the room for fresh air. Curious, I place my hand above his forehead. This was my favorite part. When someone was near death and I placed my hand on their forehead I could relive their life temporarily. Their most significant happy and horrible memories come to me, and it’s as if I’m the person. I call them mini dreams. As sick as it may sound, this was my favorite part because when I did it, I felt emotions. No matter what the emotions were, pain, fear, happiness, or love, I craved for them. After feeling nothing and living in numbness for so long, you’d do anything to feel again. Within seconds, I am brought to flashbacks of the dying boy’s life. I was now the boy and reliving every pain, every happiness, every desire and sorrow he felt. I was at school standing by my locker, when a boy who I thought was my friend punched me, causing my nose to bleed. I watch around as all my friends laugh. I feel humiliated, betrayed and most of all sadness. I run away, trying to hold back the tears. I’m angry and want to punch someone. Then I’m in a room. I see two adults, who I assume are the kid’s parents. The dad breaks down crying. “I’m so sorry Andy.” I feel my heart sink. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. I promise to be a better father, but please… Don’t ever run away again. Your mother and I were worried sick.” The mother stands back, looking heartbroken. Then I run to them, sobbing. “I know. I’m sorry for running away. I’ll never do that ever again. I love you.” I begin to feel an overpowering emotion of sadness and guilt. Suddenly I’m entering the next flashback. I’m standing outside, by an oak tree in front of a pretty girl. “Can I kiss you?” She asks, her cheeks turning red. I nervously nod. I can tell this was his first time. She leans and we kiss. I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest. Then I’m brought to a street with cars. I see my mom talking to a saleswoman on the sidewalk. I see my friend who has been ignoring my texts across the street. “Henry!” I shout. He doesn’t hear me. I sprint across the street to him, wanting an explanation, when suddenly I hear my mom scream behind me in bloody murder “Andy!”. The cars honk, and I see a truck coming at me full speed. I feel pure fear, as I stand there in shock and terror. My heart is racing. I attempt to run, but before I can move my foot I feel the truck plow into me at full force. I scream in immense and agonizing pain, and everything goes black… I’m brought back to the hospital. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. After every time I enter a mini dream, I feel weird at first. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, but it never lasts. I’m awoken from my trance when I hear someone talking. I look down and that’s when I see him. Andy Scott, the 10-year-old boy who was hit by a truck. He has two loving parents, and a nice house, money, but no money in the world could buy him a friend. His life lesson was acceptance.
Emanu
Write it down, John said, handing me the little black notebook. Write it all down in here. And you’ll give me all that money?
Jonathan McAuleyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLola’s note in the little black book
It’s 2017 on a very grey day. Sunday to be more exact. The city is quiet. And not because COVID but because people are actually resting on a Sunday.
Natalia VaduvaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismYour Future Dilemma
When time reaches the future you really only have one way of knowing it’s the future, and that’s through the realization that things are no longer like they were in the past. But even then, this sort of realization is almost always gradual and never sudden. Waking up and becoming aware that the world has gone completely crazy and is upside down, no longer resembling anything close to what it once was, isn’t going to happen to you in a mere night leading to morning. It’ll be many nights and mornings and days that will ultimately lead you to the revelation that the future is now the present and that a new future now lies ahead.
Your Future Dilemma
When time reaches the future you really only have one way of knowing it’s the future, and that’s through the realization that things are no longer like they were in the past. But even then, this sort of realization is almost always gradual and never sudden. Waking up and becoming aware that the world has gone completely crazy and is upside down, no longer resembling anything close to what it once was, isn’t going to happen to you in a mere night leading to morning. It’ll be many nights and mornings and days that will ultimately lead you to the revelation that the future is now the present and that a new future now lies ahead.