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A Sector In Time:
A Sector in Time: Completing the Circle The Favorite Bench On a deceptively ordinary day, in a truly ordinary city, an extraordinary little girl walks to her favorite bench in an otherwise ordinary park. She prefers this particular bench, over all others, because it has a magical property: whenever she sits on this bench, no one ever approaches her or talks to her, which results in the perfect condition for thinking and writing.
By Tony Ensid6 years ago in Futurism
The Keepers
“I told her not to do it!!” “Do what Cicely?” “I TOLD JAMIE NOT TO DO IT!!” Aunt Julie looked at mom and me wondering what was going on. “Calm down sweetheart, what did you tell Jamie not to do?” “I TOLD JAMIE NOT TO OPEN THE BOOK!!” Aunt Julie covered her mouth with tears in her eyes. Mom look at me and her face turned pale. That was the first time I ever saw a black woman's face turn pale. I never knew we could do that. “Where is she?” Mom said in a panic. “She locked herself in the shed outside!!” Mom, Aunt Julie, and I ran outside, but it was too late. Jamie came out of the shed with the little black book and a blank look on her face. “Jamie….JAMIE!” MOM said shaking her to see if Jamie would respond. With the blank look, Jamie turned to mom and just stared. “Where is the other book Julie?” Mom was afraid of what was happening to Jamie, and she knew the only way to reverse it was to read from the other book. “I…don’t…know…” Aunt Jamie said. With tears in her eyes , she looked away, far off into the distance as if she was staring at someone passing by. “I think Debra took it…” Mom’s face turned even paler. “Why would she do that to us…why would she even do such a thing. She knows that you cannot separate the two.” Aunt Julie took the book from Jamie and a piece of paper fell out from between the pages. We all stopped and watched it fall to the ground like a leaf would fall from the trees in autumn.
By Perrine Coppage6 years ago in Futurism
Count the cost
It was midday and Franklin was inside his cabbie waiting for another customer to hail him, he’d been on the clock since 6 am and was ready for a lunch break but he’d only made about 50 bucks in tips and he needed way more than that to make rent, he was already three days behind and Mr. Lemeny wasn’t going to be any more lenient then he’s already been, Franklin had to work through lunch & decided to go to one of the busiest areas, the airport.
By Arnell Williams6 years ago in Futurism
The Black Book Dreams
In the dimly lit classroom, Professor Buck paces past his projection of a brain and text. He has an aura of a lost artist meets brilliant mind in his precisely chosen, yet disheveled suit.
By Aley Way6 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Numbers
He awoke in the clothes he'd worn the night before. Head pounding and unable to remember how he had gotten home he buried his face into the pillow with a groan. The first half of his birthday had been a celebration to remember. The drinks had arrived in a never-ending stream. He knew better, and now he desperately needed a glass of water and aspirin. Moving to sit up he felt something strange on his bed next to his hand. Face still buried, he tried to guess what it was by feeling. Raising his head enough to see there was a small black notebook invading his space. It wasn't his nor had he seen it before. Picking it up, he rolled onto his back to better examine his discovery. The pages were full of addresses, some in the city and some in other states, and each address had been assigned a dollar amount. Did he steal a real estate agent's little black book at some point in the night? Racking his brain trying to remember anything, his head, still pounding, returned no useful information. There was no name or phone number to suggest an owner. None of the addresses listed a real estate company. Deciding to find a way to return it he flipped through finding a relatively nearby address. It must be quite the apartment based on the price of the rent. Twenty thousand a month was definitely out of the average price range. Taking a quick shower and some aspirin he headed out to admit he was a thief.
By Saleana6 years ago in Futurism
Time and Chaos
Nova walked absentmindedly towards home like she does every night after her shift at Starbucks. It was a breezy night, so she strode a bit slower than usual while listening to her playlist through earphones. She did not pay much attention until the smallest hairs on the back of her neck stood up seconds before someone grabbed her arm.
By Kristina Luck6 years ago in Futurism
Freshmen Pete's Magical Delivery
“I don’t normally advocate this,” Pete read out loud. “But close the door anyway. Remove your shoes and socks — what the?” Pete put the letter from the package down, closed the door, and sat on his bed. As he removed his Chucks and socks, he laughed, realizing he still had on the Christmas socks from Shea — the ones with her beautiful, smiling face printed all over them.
By Trenton Anthony6 years ago in Futurism
3rd Page’s the Charm.
2:23 P.M. on the, somehow, gummy and battered clock. Last period of the day. As a junior in highschool, this was the best feeling.
By DaViya M6 years ago in Futurism
A Teenage Enchantress
Flashback The portal appears, and Grandfather heads through first this time. I move quickly but am yanked back roughly. My necklace is caught on the tree!
By BELLA DAWN6 years ago in Futurism
Hit and Run
“No, mom, you don’t understand! I lost everything!” I can barely hear her tinny reply through my phone as I reel from what happened. How long have I been walking? It’s already dark. I feel like I’m about to be mugged with every dreary alleyway I pass.
By Josiah Lyons6 years ago in Futurism
The Usual Way
It really should not have come as a surprise at all when Connor found a little black book on his kitchen table that morning. It was surprising, of course, seeing as Connor lived alone and was, as far as he knew, the only person with the key to his apartment. Even then, it really should not have been a surprise. Not in the least. You see, Connor had been dreaming of that very same book, sitting there on that very same table, for upwards of twenty years now.
By Shaw6 years ago in Futurism
The Price of Devotion
Calahendra, the spiritual Keeper of the Oracle Temple, serenely watched her latest visitor from above. He remained unaware of her ephemeral presence hovering at the ceiling while he navigated the three Daises of Communion within the temple’s vast, underground central chamber. The interplay of light through her transparent body reflected back as a shimmering, blue-violet gown against her silvery-white skin before trailing off invisibly upon reaching her feet. The ends of her long, straight, stark-white hair seemingly danced in a constant, light breeze.
By Jason Knightman6 years ago in Futurism