fantasy

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Goodnight, Spaceboy
In the night chill of a bitter December, two boys fled through the narrow back alleys of New York City, the taller one carrying a duffel bag in one hand and tugging the smaller boy along behind with the other. They tore through the eternal detritus of the city between dark brick walls forever stained with ancient graffiti, their ragged shoes splashing up water as they ran across puddles from the previous night’s rain.
By Cam Sim6 years ago in Futurism
Breakout
Little droplets of blood trailed behind us as far back as the front door, I observed as I looked back on the burning building. The black smoke rising out of the windows of the crippling brick building was a stark contrast to the reflective white show, which covered the area around the prison in three or four feet. I was shining deep in that snow, squinting my eyes against the sun-reflecting snow at the fire. I wondered how many other prisoners had been trapped by the fire… It was just our luck that our room has been on the outside wall, and the window had bolts that had been frozen off which made it easier to kick open.
By Caroline Collignon6 years ago in Futurism
Juniper’s Gift
It was an ordinary day in the ordinary village of Lyria, Massachusetts. The town was bright with fall colors of goldenrod and maroon, peppered with hearty browns and the occasional stray phthalo green. Leaves blew in brisk, miniature tornadoes across cobblestone streets, kicking up the oddly pleasant smell of decay that came with the changing seasons.
By Rebecca Brost6 years ago in Futurism
It's a Classic
A hundred years is a long time to commit to a thing for anyone, unless they expect to live more than ten times that long. When they choose to spend the rest of their life with the one they love, though, it doesn’t seem as daunting.
By Sjan Evardsson6 years ago in Futurism
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book George Dasher The man was riding his bicycle down a narrow trail of gravel. It was a warm summer evening, and there were cornfields on both sides of the trail, with tall corn, and a rail fence on his left. The trail was straight, smooth and well cared for, and slightly downhill. He was in his bike’s highest gear, pedaling hard, and was moving extremely fast, with nothing but the briefest glances for anything that he was passing.
By George Dasher6 years ago in Futurism
The Lost Templar Series (16+)
Chapter 1: The trial of fear “My earliest memory of Scarletta's House was around three years old, when i heard another child call her mother accidentally. I had laughed at him, corrected it to 'Scarletta', and he then informed me it's what you call your parent if she's a woman, I was confused” – Kira's Journal
By Eryc Fawx6 years ago in Futurism
Little Black Book
It all happened on a Sunday. Karly awoke around 6am to catch the sunrise with her dog Chilli. There’s nothing extraordinary about Karly. She played tennis and did gymnastics as a child, but never placed first. Her grit was admirable but unfortunately never took her far. The pride and joy in her life is a dog named Chilli. They greet each other excitedly at the front door every time she comes home from work. He’s a thirty-five-kilogram Australian Bull Arab. She’s a five-foot nine skinny woman with big blonde curly hair.
By Karly Rae6 years ago in Futurism
The Little Black Notebook
It was a cloudless first day of May when I found it. I always stopped by the bookstore when I walked in that part of town. On sunny days, the owner put out a table filled with books that hadn’t found a home. Besides the books, there was a coffee can chained to the table and a sign that said “Take a book. Donations accepted.” The can had a slot in its lid where you could put a little money if you had any and thought a book was worth it. Sometimes, if I had any, I’d put some change in. Most of the books, well, let’s just say there was a reason they were on that table. Occasionally, though, a gem hid amongst the dreck.
By Art Smith6 years ago in Futurism
The Beauty, the Beast and the Little Black Book
I turned the pages of the little black book. Sketches and watercolor paintings of the castle filled the ivory white sheets within. Even though the rooms and the furniture were the same, the artist made the rooms seem livelier and wholesome, almost like the castle was a happy place at one time. There were people on each page; maids, butlers, cooks, and even one that I believed to be the beast. In all honesty, the drawing looked nothing like the beast. They were completely different. Except for their eyes. Their eyes gave them away.
By Amy Rivers6 years ago in Futurism
S.E.R.V.I.T.U.D.E
Honestly, I’m just going to be straight up with ya’ll… we are all fucked. This planet that we are living on is rejecting our kind. We have trashed it and now it is rebelling against us. Mother nature takes her time, but the humans that reside on Earth are quick with their destruction. Time wastes not in this world and a “new beginning” is always raging forward to the next best thing. Greed and empowerment run our people and there is nothing more to them.
By Elizabeth Shackelford6 years ago in Futurism
The House of Vos
“Lady Sakari, I watched as a dagger was driven through the heart of my brother for his 15th birthday. Sickness is not tolerated in the House of Vos, something you know all too well. I cannot thank you enough for keeping my secret all these years. Regretfully...it has become all too evident that the sickness runs in my veins. By the time you’ve read this letter, I will have already joined my brother in death. As my sole Lady-in-waiting, and closest confidant, you will be sentenced to death as well…”
By SK6 years ago in Futurism
Gupta
Gupta Gupta sat cross-legged on the boulder, his hands resting on his lap, and he thought. At least, that is what he appeared to be doing, with his eyes closed. It was a very large, smooth boulder that he sat on, and Gupta looked like any ordinary boy about ten years old. However, he was not an ordinary boy, and a great sense of peace seemed to emanate from him. I don’t know how else to describe it.
By roger Crane6 years ago in Futurism