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Kenya’s Story
My world is, well boring. I don’t know how else to describe it. Nothing happens here. It’s not like the old earth. My Dad would tell my brother and I stories of old earth. How it was so worn out and depleted of anything useful, that they had to start salvaging space junk just to build the ships to get us to this world. Stories of war and how there was always someone trying to control everyone. He told us of stories people made up, of aliens from other worlds coming to save the world. It never happened, but people wanted it so bad.
By Gina Solomon6 years ago in Futurism
Hiding in the Light
When I got to my house, Charlotte was sitting on the front porch waiting for me. As I got out of my truck she walked up to the railing. “About time you got back Uncle Dante.” I shook my head and laughed. “What brings you out here Pika-cute?” She stuck her tongue out at me. “Thank you for waiting until there was no one else around to bring up that nickname.” She held up an insulated bag. “I brought ice cream. I figured you'd forget.” I shrugged and grinned. “You're probably right. Come on in and I'll get us some spoons.”
By John Randolph Skinner IV6 years ago in Futurism
Mirrored
It's my thirteenth birthday tomorrow. Tomorrow is also Mirror Day and I truly just can not wait. I never thought about my own Mirror Day before, it was ages away and anyway, I didn't care about all the hoopla everyone makes. Besides, once someone was
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris6 years ago in Futurism
The Alchemist's Practice Chapter 10
Edric returned to Nuumad's Blessing with a pack filled to the brim with the forest's bounty. It was well past noon when he arrived, and so it was empty of villagers. He noticed Wynn with a cup of tea in front of her and a book in her hands.
By Jeremy McLean6 years ago in Futurism
Petals on the Sand
The morning sun shines through the palm trees as the shadows danced from the light that glistened on my cheeks. The sandy ground had a warmth that was comfortable like an old blanket and I was wrapped inside of it. I sat up, a bit unaware of where I was and brushed myself off as best as I could. I Looked around and saw the beauty which was before me. I didn’t know why I was there or how I got there but I was glad I was in a safe place.
By Deborah Walker6 years ago in Futurism
THE FALLING OF THE FACTORY
Daniel heard the dry branches and leaves breaking under the wheel of his wheelchair, progressing gradually through the lopsided desolate landscape. Indeed, even at his lethargic speed, his back shook because of the stones encompassing the workshop's nurseries. A charming smell discovered its way through his old shaggy nostrils, filling his lungs with pleasantness as he walked around the fog.
By sachin pandit6 years ago in Futurism
Pirate Outcast
Pirate Outcast Chapter 1 Sea Gully Flames darted across the campfire in the midnight breeze. Ramsey looked up to the twinkling stars and moon peaking beneath the hazy clouds. He turned his head to the crackling sound of the embers burning took a big whiff, “Ah, nothing like the smell of a toasted logs on a cool night.” Glancing to his left was his dear friend Billy, his dirty blonde hair dangling in front of his eyes suddenly flew with the wind gust. While, Ramsey only had brown locks, he envied the natural highlights his best friend had. Billy's blue eyes caught attention and stared deeply into Ramsey almost golden eyes. Secretly, Billy coveted that unique gold hue, even though his own eyes were unique. Billy was white with freckles on his cheekbones, while Ramsey had a mysterious almost Polynesian skin tone.
By Phoenix Rising6 years ago in Futurism
Pirate Outcast
StaPirate Outcast Chapter 1 Sea Gully Flames darted across the campfire in the midnight breeze. Ramsey looked up to the twinkling stars and moon peaking beneath the hazy clouds. He turned his head to the crackling sound of the embers burning, took a big whiff, “Ah, nothing like the smell of a toasted logs on a cool night.” Glancing to his left was his dear friend Billy, his dirty blonde hair dangling in front of his eyes suddenly flew with the wind gust. While, Ramsey only had brown locks, he envied the natural highlights his best friend had. Billy's blue eyes caught attention and stared deeply into Ramsey almost golden eyes. Secretly, Billy coveted that unique gold hue, even though his own eyes were unique. Billy was white with freckles on his cheekbones, while Ramsey had a mysterious almost Polynesian skin tone.
By Phoenix Rising6 years ago in Futurism
Descendants Of The Sea
In the early hours of the morning, when the mist still lingered in the air and clung to the dewy grass of the clifftop, Eden woke to the sound of birds and the gloriously bright rising of the sun. The sea below crashed rhythmically against the cliff's rocky edge. Eden's hair, tangled with the fallen leaves of autumn, was cold against her skin as she sat up. In front of her, the whole world was waking. And behind her, a little closer to the tree Eden had slept under, something else was waking. Something that had flipped her world upside down.
By Leigh Hooper6 years ago in Futurism
