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The Fall of Kardune
In the peaceful kingdom of Kardune, the great king Cadeyrn and his queen Camilla prepared to welcome their child into the world on a dark and cold winter night. The castle was caught in a whirlwind of activity as the maids scurried to gather bedding, water, and other things they needed for safe delivery. The king paced back and forth in front of the bed-chamber door, anxiously awaiting news of his beloved and his heir. The door burst open, Cadeyrn snapped his head up as the harried midwife hurried out, muttering to herself and shaking her head about madly as she went. With growing concern, King Cadeyrn rushed into the chamber to find his wife cradling not one, but two boys. One had shining blonde hair and the other had hair as black as coal.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)6 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Names
Micah sat on a bench at the Battery, looking out on the ocean waves as they lapped against the seawall and fencing barricade that had stood for well over a century. The peaceful moss swayed in response to the whisper of an April wind rustling through the leaves of the massive oaks that lined the park. The weather was lovely this time of year in Charleston, as was the abundance of blooming azaleas, magnolias, and dogwoods. All of these things, when combined, lent a calmness that betrayed the anxiousness Micah had felt ever since he’d lost the little black notebook four days prior. He had never been without the book in his possession. It would not be long, however, before he’d have it back – before she arrived with it. His hands itched at the thought of holding the book again as he waited, pondering the recent turn of events that had led him to this point.
By Cindy Calder6 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Names
Micah sat on a bench at the Battery, looking out on the ocean waves as they lapped against the seawall and fencing barricades that had stood for well over a century. The peaceful moss swayed in response to the whisper of an April wind rustling through the leaves of the massive oaks that lined the park. The weather was lovely this time of year in Charleston, as was the abundance of blooming azaleas, magnolias, and dogwoods. All of these things, when combined, lent a calmness that betrayed the anxiousness Micah had felt ever since he'd lost the little black notebook four days prior. He had never been without the book in his possession. It would not be long, however, before he'd have it back - before she arrived with it. His hands itched at the thought of holding the book again as he waited, pondering the recent turn of events that had led him to this point.
By Cindy Calder6 years ago in Futurism
The Black Dragon
MacGregor watches the morning horizon while he drinks his fresh cup of coffee on his balcony. He loves his job as a motorcycle mechanic, but it is a privilege to get on his Harley and ride. Today is the first day of his vacation and he looks forward to it. He plans to ride his motorcycle from Calgary, Alberta to anywhere, British Columbia. He plans to randomly pick a place and find Sasquatch. Along with riding his motorcycle, he loves watching all those documentaries about cryptids and aliens. He hopes that one day, he will see something. Maybe he will get lucky on this trip.
By Erika Ravnsborg6 years ago in Futurism
From Dystopia To Utopia
My purse that contains everything I own is snatched out of my hands as I dig for change for the bus. I run after the person, but they are fast, too fast for a human. I don't know what I'm going to do. Life is supposed to get better, not worse.
By Shelly Marie Hixson6 years ago in Futurism
The Mystery of Pumpkin Patch Bridge
Chapter 1 I sat on my bike, staring at the infamous bridge where it was rumored that anyone who dared to cross would simply vanish into thin air; except for me, it wasn’t just a rumor. I had seen it happen with my own eyes, as my best friend, Maureen, had disappeared when she had attempted to cross the bridge. Maureen hadn’t wanted to go across--everyone in town was afraid to--but I had dared her, as children often do.
By Rosemary Feld6 years ago in Futurism
The adventures of Maleki
In a land far far away, basically in the middle of nowhere; there was a young boy name Maleki, who lived in a small town with only about 150 people or so. Maleki was an adventurous soul looking for the "new" everywhere he went; like new trails, new watering holes, anything that would excite his imagination. Everyone thought the boy was kinda an odd fellow, mainly for the pictures he drew. they were so in-depth if you looked at them for too long you'd get stuck, mentally for a few days, at least that's what it seemed to most of the town people. Maleki was very very unique in the way he expresses himself! on one eventful night, he got super deep into this masterpiece he was working on that, it was as if he had fallen down a rabbit hole, or entered a portal to another realm. as he picks himself up and brushes himself off he begins to look around, very confused. He thinks to himself "what is going on? where am I? what is this place"? so he starts to wonder explore what looks to be a modern more advanced town, it looks like his home but it wasn't his home if you catch my drift? see there was nature still all around him but it was like the civilization had ground with the forest instead of clearing out to make more open room! As he started to walk around he came to a familiar place that he had seen before. looking around in amazement at what had come of the place he once lived a time ago, as he's wandering around downloading all this newness, he then trips and falls backward. what did he trip over you might ask? it was a book bag laying there that looks like someone had since left it and forgot about it! Maleki looks around to see if anyone was near, but nobody. he decides to see what's in the bag so he opens it up slowly, to his surprise there is what looks to be money, now it wasn't cash but it looked to be roughly twenty thousand dollars in gold coins, then notices a black pocketbook underneath a few of the coins, he picks it up starts to scroll through it. scrolling through the book there is nothing but blank pages until he gets to one where it looks to be a note, that reads: "To whom may find this bag, it just so happens to be your lucky day! I have placed twenty thousand gold coins inside for you to use as you wish, now If you're wise enough it shall go a long way! Take this and enjoy your life. Maleki thinks "wow this is amazing, wait till I show my parents what I have found"! suddenly he realizes he's not home back in his world! Maleki starts to cry, he starts to panic! " how am I going to get home!! He hears a whisper in his ear, looks down a the pocketbook, sees that there is more to the letter! it says "turn the page", so he turns the page, then sees a drawing, one that looks just like the one he was just working on! he's excited and confused, he then starts to look at the drawing then the next thing that happens is he's back in his room where he originally at before he shot off. Maleki starts to look around a little dazed but good, feeling amazed at what just happened. then he gets up to go tell his mother, and as he's getting up he hears a crash. He had just kicked the bag of gold coins!
By brandon warnement6 years ago in Futurism
Ahead of Time
“Well, this is a bust”, Vincent lamented quietly. He'd gone through 2 cups of tea while waiting for any sign of who might own the briefcase by his feet; and so far nobody had caught his eye. He whipped out the small, black-leather bound Moleskine notebook and re-read the passage. Concordia street, check. Small business Cafe, check. This was definitely the place the text referred to. The book claims they should have been here an hour ago but nothing had struck him as odd about any patrons of the cafe.
By Izaac Willson6 years ago in Futurism
Heist Hades
“You do not seem exactly dead,” Charon observed of his passenger, as they pushed off from the livings’ shore. “I’m just frozen, technically,” Niesha said, not looking back at the towering figure, but instead staring blankly at the small black notebook in her hands.
By Tim Pierpont6 years ago in Futurism
