fantasy
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Magic We Can Experience
Have you ever been to a theme park and half-ran to get to the next attraction? You see events happening, smell the unique food, hear the excitement all around, all while enjoying cotton candy. You ride the rides, buy some overpriced trinket at the gift store, get on another ride, buy Dippin’ Dots, wait in line and watch the craziness all around. Cell phones don’t exist except for taking pictures or recording videos. Sure, it was a lot of work to get there but before you know it, it’s 9:00pm and you haven’t peed all day!
By Tyler Meek6 years ago in Futurism
The World Behind The Flower Wall.
My parents separated when I was seven, my mom left my dad, my sister and I, it wasn't a surprise as they had been sleeping in different bedrooms for a while by the time she decided to move out. She bought a house not far from my dad's, a fifteen minute walk away, the house was big, it had a long driveway and a huge garden that surrounded it in a U shape. At the back of the house was the southern fence, which was made of a flower and plant wall, not like the northern fence which was concrete and menacing. That flower wall was shared with the neighbors to the south and we had cut a hole in it that went from our backyard to theirs; we were really good friends with them and it was way easier to use the hole in the fence than walk all the way around on the street.
By Marina Muvira6 years ago in Futurism
A Cat's Choice
Talsia couldn't believe that she was on her way to the temple of Felina to watch Imperial Prince Rolan get engaged to some random girl. What in the world was the Emperor thinking to let the priesthood do that to him? Even worse, she didn't want to be in the carriage right now with her parents and sister going to see this farce. She had better things to do with her time, like study for her exams that were coming up. She would not get past first rank journeyman mage by spending hours at dumb events like this. But she lost her argument with her parents and Saran because the Emperor mentioned her by name on the invitation.
By Danni Williams6 years ago in Futurism
Quarantine Blues
The meeting hall was almost empty when she walked in. There were a few chairs put out - each almost 1,5 meters apart all facing the small stage. She could see Jacqueline with the rest of the med students sitting in the first row. There were some foreign exchange students sitting as far apart from each other as they could. Some even had masks on. It seems that the rest of the students already left last night after the announcement, and the rest followed this morning. She didn’t blame them. Everyone, even she, feared the virus.
By Vida J. Malone6 years ago in Futurism
The Jinn and The Girl
The notebook held a secret. There was a Jinn inside. The notebook’s black leather was ancient, cracked by the passage of time. It’s once bright and gilded edges had rubbed away long ago. The notebook smelt of ash and sea spray. Trickles of blood decorated the pages in the middle. In the Fertile Crescent, the cradle of civilization, the notebook’s paper had been constructed of papyrus.
By Andy Holmes6 years ago in Futurism
Stolen Stars
We are all prisoners of the galaxy, of The Galaxy Lords, and the mortal world. The holy night of the stars will be different this year; the stars will shine, blinding us with the light that makes our eyes bleed from the creases of our cornea to the tips of our chins. I can just feel it through my mortal veins. Mama said it had been centuries since someone from the town of Luriada has been out in the open sky. The Holy Asartar night is a night where every star in the galaxy lights up with flames, my favorite being the star of temprata. As a child, my parents kept me and my little brother Hyphen well away from this night; they feared there could be outliers, those who go against the “normal” capabilities of humanity and pick up on the greediness of the starian sixtation. The starian sixtation are told to have picked up on the souls they have stolen during this night. Nobody has ever returned from the open sky, Mama said they could be dead, Papa said they could be sacrificed, and I say they could be killers.
By Aida Fakhry6 years ago in Futurism
First Date During The Apocalypse
Victor hides in an alleyway. The young man peaks his head around the corner to survey the area around his destination. A relatively untouched supermarket sits off in the distance. In his line of sight, he can see dozens of abandoned cars littering the streets between him and his destination. Some are just waiting patiently in parallel parking spots for owners who will never return, some are stopped at intersections with their doors wide open and abandoned, and others are unceremoniously plowed into the sides of buildings, onto sidewalks, and turned over every which way.
By Tyler C Douglas6 years ago in Futurism
Hiding in the Light
If you were to go looking for a group of radical Magicians trying to upset the Community, Mountain Home Arkansas would be the last place you would think to look. About ten years ago a few of the more intelligent Restorationists in the area realized that made it the best place to set up shop. They were careful not to draw attention to themselves or to reveal the secret. And so for the most part the Clave just let them be. That is not to say there was nobody watching their actions just in case. Any group that was interested in upsetting the apple-cart would always be under some sort of scrutiny. And there were enough of the nervous types on the council that were certain total ruin was just around the corner, that they made sure to keep an eye on folks that so far had never caused any real trouble.
By John Randolph Skinner IV6 years ago in Futurism
