fantasy
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Pulvis et umbra sumus
“Humans like money, don’t you?” Three years, three years together and those were his last words. Money… Maxime looked at the ceiling fan, he looked at the blades and blankly let his gaze be entertained by the white vanes. He rolled over to the side of the bed and touched the cold marble. Twenty thousand dollars and he was gone. Gone like he arrived. Like a lighting bringing back the day in the night sky he appeared and just like a thunder he disappeared, the echo of his presence reverberating inside Maxime’s memory.
Elio ArdizzonePublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Conjuring and A Summons
Salamance sits his spectacles on the ridge of his nose, just so. His hair hangs silver and grey to his shoulders, framing an aging square face. A broad-barreled chest like a builder and the burnt, speckled powerful hands of a blacksmith. Gloves of dead, callused skin. His Familiar, Darkwood looks him up and down. A cat enchanted to be the size of a tiger, with fur so impossibly black, the only discernible features are his giant pale green eyes. Even in full sun, no light can penetrate the void of his form. The Familiar looks at Salamance.
Sophie ChandlerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Property of Emit
I could hear the train faintly humming closer as I scrambled to find my subway card for the ticket turnstiles. The shrill voice of the announcer increasing my level of anxiety. I shove my card into the machine and hurl my body propelling forward through the silver metal bars that squish my sandwich lunch. "Excuse me!" I mumble, dodging people walking the opposite way, leaping five stairs at a time, only to look up and see the subway doors starting to close as the conductor blows his whistle and a polite, yet very defeating operator voice says "Please stand clear, the doors are now closing." I lunge, eyes wide with desperation as they slam in my face... and everyone inside gives me THAT smirk. Because, well, they’ve been me too.
Natalie-Monique Le SueurPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Cloaked Figure
The sun’s smiling rays spread across a vast field, touching the skin of a young girl resting beneath a willow tree, it’s roots sinking deep into water. Her heavy eyelids began to close as she drifted off to sleep. Dark brown hair spilled across her shoulders in a tangled mess, her breathing beginning to deepen.
Danielle AylettPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBlack Girl Magic
It was a typical enough, overcast Friday for a late September afternoon in Oakland. Kayla Holmes was doing what she typically did on afternoons when she didn’t have extra-curricular activities or plans with friends, tucking herself up under blankets and curling into the arm of the big red chair to read.
Grassy KnollPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Enchanted Island
The day it began, a man with a black hat is walking in the same direction as the crowd around him. His coat, long, light brown as the colour of his skin, is flowing around.
Vasia VasiliouPublished 3 years ago in FuturismFelix Culpa
The city of Potosi is one of mystery and tragedy. Before the rule of King Malum the city was a prospering place to live.
Jaimie ArreolaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Wasteland
The auburn rays blended into the purple of the clouds overcasting the desert skies. The sound of shifting metal clattered down the dusty unpaved route. A caravan made of hefty armored siding and re-inflated tires bounced heavily as it motioned onward over rock and sand. The outside a patch-work of rusted repurposed metal and tin shook with hollow echoes. However inside, a youthful figure comfortably laid across the truck’s floor. His arms resting under his head and one leg over a raised and bent knee. Just behind his head was a small door leading to the driver seat of the transport. In the chair sat a male, covered in a full suit of armor. A mix of robotics and some unknown faction of military tech. His visor blocking out all view of his eyes and nose. His mouth was covered by a separate guard that kept it unviewable. However, despite this, he still spoke out from the communicator device in the helm. His voice just as clear as anyone’s but the undertone of a muffled speaker.
M.K. JordanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismIf the Shoe Fits
It happened on a Saturday morning, summer bright and full of promise. It took Lucy a moment to understand that what she was hearing- a quick rap, sharp and commanding- was a knock at the door, not part of a dream.
A Dangerous Contract
I sit outside of the cafe, slowly sipping on my cappuccino when I notice it. There is a stone barrier between the cafe’s outdoor seating area and the sidewalk. Lying upon it is a book. A small, black, notebook.
Cody DunningtonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Olympians
Somewhere above Thessaly – 10th year of fighting Poseidon ripped his trident from the body of the man, watching as he fell to the earth in a bundle of bloody limbs. Sighing he glided down towards the ravaged ground and touched down, exhaustion in every line of his body.
Toni PettoPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Island of the Black Book
Walking down the stone corridor of an abandoned Medieval castle, Professor Reitgar De Vries shined his torch into the darkness of the oncoming passageway, holding his breath that the worse thing to be found in the shadows were mice and spiders. At the same time, De Vries prayed that the Lithium battery would still continue to shine for a little while longer.
William GoldPublished 3 years ago in Futurism