fantasy
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Excalibur
“Jack, pass me Excalibur please!” Truman said, his hand outstretched to take his small black notebook. He called it that because he claimed it would bring justice and equality back to the world. Jack believed him. He had seen what Truman was capable of.
Tanner AllenPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMine
Isla My hands were almost numb. I looked down at my fingers, clutching my brown bag tightly in my lap. I scan the area, anxiously taking in the view, hoping that my eyes will finally find what they are searching for. Nothing. After four hours of waiting, nothing had happened. I slowly uncurl one of my hands from the bag to reach into my pocket. My fingers earnestly hunt for the only constant in my life for the last forty-eight hours. As I finally find the wrinkled paper, my heartbeat quickens as it has done each time I am forced to read the few words from the paper. If you want to see her again, be at this address with $20,000. That’s all the paper said. I didn’t even know if I was in the right area at the park, or if I should move closer to the gate, or further into the trees that surround the nature reserve. Too afraid of somehow angering the invisible captor, I remain on the bench, exposed in such a purposeful manner, that my cooperation was obvious.
Monologue of a Cipher
Injured and stressed, restlessness overcame. Then came the discovery of My-Space. Budding communities filled with artists of all kinds.
The Ghost WriterPublished 3 years ago in FuturismYes.
Yes. I'm a ruler of time. It's nothing too heavy. It just seemed like something to put out there from the get-go. No, this is not going to make a lot of sense, but yes, I have something for you. And no, we don't know each other. We are but near acquaintances.
James HaroPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMASTIFI
After Kendra kicked off her boots, the smooth caress of Lake Andrea surrounded her. She began to think about how good it felt to actually be free of the guards, training and tests. But unknown to her, she wasn’t really free yet. Joe quietly followed her into the lake from the opposite side. It was too late for Kendra to retreat before being dunked into the water head first. After coming up for air, a thick muscular arm wrapped around her neck. As Kendra regains consciousness, she realizes that she is being carried over Joe’s shoulder onto the shore. She could barely see through the blindfold or hear from the ringing in her ears.
BeliefsUnlimitedPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Beginning
Stirring from dream, Helena already glimpsed through sleep-thick lids and the frostglass window’s rime the many creams and ices on the courtyard feasting slab, supple blooming cakes gleaming jewel-like in the dawn, shining up through plated lead and iron bar into her turret chamber, full bright colored sugar lip treats to kiss the grey stone garret awake.
When the Woods Call Her Name
There are predators in the woods—skulking, baying, and clawing through the frozen soil. It’s the time of year when we barely leave our hovel outside Boundary Wood, the last true refuge for uncharmed mortals who do not want to pay tribute to the Winterking’s court.
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismGuardian
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. That’s the first thing that you need to understand. I’m not a bad person. I was supposed to be enjoying the day, it was beautiful out and the sun was just setting, filling the sky with hues of pink and gold so that the lake shimmered like I’d just walked into an enchanted land. I was so mesmerized by the way the gentle waves lapped at the shoreline that when my foot hit the book, I simply fell. Face first, ending with a mouthful of sand.
Jasmin NicolePublished 3 years ago in FuturismNew Oblivion
"Just read it, Helena." The dust motes dancing in the winter sun beams breaking through the blinds of my apartment in these early hours of the evening bring the words back to me. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, tracing the cracks, counting them, as my fingers play in the pale golden beams of light dancing with the dust.
Echo PanterraPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMagic Sketches
“Ugh! I just want things to be different.” She complained. “No matter what I do, things just seem to stay static.” She looked at her watch, it was almost ten in the morning. She was due for work late in the afternoon, but she was starting to feel drained and fed up. She tried hard to be grateful but, at thirty-five, her life was not what she had envisioned when she was twenty, and she was ashamed that she hadn’t achieved more, or gotten more successful by now. She lived in a small apartment, so small that her toilet, bathroom sink, and shower booth were almost three pieces in one. She tried to figure out where she’d gone wrong. ‘Study, get a degree, and your life will be set.’ She’d heard all her life. Well, a degree and a Master's hadn’t helped her with that. She was missing another piece of the puzzle and she didn’t know how to find it. In other words, she felt utterly stuck.
Natalia Perez WahlbergPublished 3 years ago in FuturismReparation
He laid there in anguish. The prisoner’s sighs of agony echoed loudly in his head. The sounds rippled through his space and pain skipped with glee within the layers of his skin. His iron chains felt like extensions of his extremities and their added length felt heavy upon the burden of his misery. How long has he been there and why, he knew not. It was only a few sleeps ago that he had realized he was a suffering entity, a being in this narrow and exceedingly hot dimly lit space. An overwhelming feeling of having been from somewhere else had recently begun to take shape, little by little, slumber after slumber.
NightingalePublished 3 years ago in FuturismFortunate Misfortunes
The year is 3333 and the state of the earth, if not for the advanced technology, would have been nearing armageddon but the days were slowly approaching. My name is Uni, I’m your average skinny, tattooed, and pierced body boy and right now my home is in a metal shack in the middle of a desert but fret not I’m not alone. I welcome you to the Desert Vill, a village powered by solar panels with roughly a population of about 22,000 people. The people here lived off trading, they traded their items, gifts, and abilities with one another; unless you had a diamond, diamonds had become the new and scarce dollar making its. Without diamonds, if you wanted some food, you’d either have to work for it or exchange something of value to the cooks for a proper hot meal. As an adult in my twenties, I’ve gained a pretty good and ugly bad reputation in the Vil, and whenever someone was saying my name “Uni!” I was typically running away; running from chefs with a mouthful of their food, running, in nothing but a ladies towel, from scorned men with spike bats and lastly running away from our local law enforcement “The Watchers” for everything I did as a juvenile to piss them off. As rowdy as the Vill could be, the nights were what I lived for. The nights brought in a preserved spot where the cities light gave life to a lifeless area without emitting a single sound. While sitting in one of my secret getaways, I leaned back and my right hand sunk into a pointy but soft texture in the sand and I freaked! I thought it was a desert spider or a desert roach, they’ve all evolved and adapted night vision as well as some people; I myself have an ability, whenever I uhm *coughs* - *chuckles” let's say reach the climax in any movie or book my fingertips light up and tonight, I discovered tonight that deep fright could ignite my fingers as well. Wrist deep sunken into the sand, my right hand glowing, I picked up, what seemed like, a book. A book? I asked in fascinating confusion, mind you, the year is 3333, people of the desert could only dream of a book and there I was in the presence of a metallic black book. I ran down this sandy mountain so fast I stumbled and lost my steps but my hands, which were now glowing uncontrollably, never lost grip of the book. I ran through the light failed grainy streets as
Terry PresumePublished 3 years ago in Futurism