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The Bookbinder's Bag
The legend never mentioned that the wizard would look like my father. Same boring head, bald and wrinkly. Same bulging brown eyes, hemmed in by unruly brows. Same substantial nose, squarely planted in other people's business. Same lumpy cheeks, scarlet apples high up on his face until the wars, after which those two sour patches fell darkly into the chaos of his smile, a smile that never knows what to do with its teeth.
By Christy Munson6 years ago in Futurism
Tebiah
"A noble song indeed, good Micas! Surely one that will be remembered for many years." The large bearded man near the back of the murky, smoke-filled tavern roared his boisterous praise of approval above the surrounding cheers as Micas Harstos, a mercenary belonging to the Bastone Guild, stepped smiling from the table that had served as a temporary stage. Making his way back to his seat near the large hearth in one corner of the room, he was applauded and praised by the many patrons that had gathered at The Sleeping Dove inn for an evening of song and drink.
By Robin Green6 years ago in Futurism
Musa and the Enchantress
Musa and the Enchantress Musa loved to play tricks on his brothers and sisters almost as much as he loved beating them in everything. He had always felt the need to prove that he was worthy and so he pushed himself to excel in all that he did. But his one handicap was that he refused to take responsibility for his impulsive actions. His father king Boran despaired of ever breaking him of his irresponsibility. He constantly reproached his son.
By Andria6 years ago in Futurism
Falling Into The Sky
It was dark, creepy, and the only path was towards a giant oak tree, with whispers so loud it became white noise. Few words broke through, book, guardian, keeper… None of it made sense and Rae would admit, if only to herself, that she was scared. It was too real. The shadows were deep, taking no distinguishable form, it flowed like liquid, when it brushed against her skin, shivers went up her spine making her hair stand on end. She wanted to ask for help but her words were trapped.
By Nicole O6 years ago in Futurism
‘City Between’
A storm had been incited by many factors within the local skies, some subtle and others more conspicuous. There was a silence that sat below the trees, implying that the stag hooves and the hunters‘ boot prints were now old additions to nature’s scape. Heavy clouds brushed together like an enraged pact and birds of grey and dark blue hovered slowly over the village’s outer pillars, foreshadowing the shade that the sky was soon to become. Such weather was common to the people here, but it was also a sight of wonder, as their lives otherwise were known to be as common as the rain.
By Rhegino6 years ago in Futurism
Oracle Findings
Demeka Sharon Anderson [email protected] 4752017166 Oracle Findings: The Little Black Book March 2, 2021 @ 22:20:49
By Sharon6 years ago in Futurism
A Child's Mid-Pandemic Guide To Belief
Joey would wake up any minute, and Sarah had done everything outside of pawning her mother’s pearl necklace in an attempt to raise the funds required to restore their power and reclaim a bit of the dignity lost during this year of desperation.
By Colin Ortstadt6 years ago in Futurism
Diary of An Adventuress
Athena looked at the map she had drawn in her notebook. The entrance had to be around here somewhere. She looked back through her notes to see if anything that she had described explained the scenery she was looking at around her. She knew she was close. She scanned the landscape to see if anything stuck out. The rain had just begun to fall as she tilted her head to see the second floor of the ruins.
By Abbey Stansfield6 years ago in Futurism
Emerald Eyes and Golden Hoards
“Your father never told you that he was a dragon?” “A what?” She chalks her calm, collected tone, even in the midst of the most bizarre statement to the fact that she is still processing her father’s death. She is still processing it, and the man’s funeral being less than six hours ago hasn’t made it any easier. So not only does she chalk her tone up to the somber occasion, but also the statement.
By Lady-OS6 years ago in Futurism
Little Black Book
He was not a bad husband, but Asha did not love him. Nor he, her. She was a child in his eyes. He an old man to her. She was grateful. She bore him no ill-will. In marrying her he had saved her from a life of slavery after her family’s treason. Asha was treated well but paid little mind. She had no business in the courts. Her Lord already had an heir, betrothed. Asha wasn’t even a figurehead.
By Kayla Ingvardsen6 years ago in Futurism
"The Empty Heirloom"
A man stands before a mountain of ash and burnt timber. His head bobs. “It’s a sad day for those who knew the Livingstone family. Recently, Gertrude Livingstone died, and now, behind me, is what’s left. The mansion went up in flames during the night, the cause? A misplaced cigarette. Numerous bodies have been found and identified. The investigation continues as the whereabouts of Natalia Livingstone remains a mystery.”
By Grace Moore6 years ago in Futurism
I Can Be More Than This
The air crackles as our magic rubs against each other. I flick my wrist to slide the circle of onlookers back a few more feet. Don't need any casualties. Ilene looks at my display of power and I could feel her shrink inside a little though she smiles that infuriating smile back at me and flips her hair over her shoulder. She's been hiding from me in plain site for days. Mirrored as a local girl. Looks like Ilene Wiseman in every way but when her eyes meet mine I know nothing remains of Ilene’s spirit. Just a parasite from the depths of hell.
By Brittany 6 years ago in Futurism