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Beware the Night
Christine scanned the bar patrons, looking out among those who leveled their own inebriated gazes back at her in challenge, or dropped their eyes completely, not wanting to get dragged into another’s problem. Not seeing any real takers, the witch’s questing gaze landed upon a short guy leaning up against bar. He was grinning cheekily back at her, like he knew just how much trouble Christine was in.
Sebella SigelPublished 4 years ago in FuturismBeware the Night
There was a monster in the garden. Tabitha had always been warned by her parent’s staff not to wander about at night by herself. It was something that turned out to be very hard for her not to do though. In her mind, there were just so many fascinating things to look at in the dark.
Sebella SigelPublished 4 years ago in FuturismBeware the Night
A nowhere can be a somewhere. It’s all about perspective. The Hodge Podge was a legend, a myth, a story, a secret, a riddle, the beginning of a song you only half remembered when you were drunk, and a bit of a conundrum that everyone who was anyone knew about. Stumbling over a bit of arcane knowledge or ancient lore with a dash of hope and a smidge of belief did wonders too.
Sebella SigelPublished 4 years ago in FuturismBeware the Night
Prologue: Earth It all happened so fast. After being gone for the better part of a millennia, the Fae came back to the human world, the plane of Earth over ten years ago. We didn’t invite the creepy little bastards back. They just kind of showed up, like disowned thrice-removed relatives to humanity’s family reunion BBQ. Unwanted yet larger than life, they came in droves to spike the punch with moonshine wishes, dazzle us humans with glamorous lies, and eat the kiddies before we noticed what the hell was going on.
Sebella SigelPublished 4 years ago in FuturismOmens For Divine Discretion
The moon shined brightly on the riverbed, as a man lie near the edge, staring at the sky. The air, palpable and stagnant, like the waters of the river itself. In a nearby tree, an owl, white as fresh snowfall, atop the highest branch. The owl scouted the area, then took flight. As it perched upon an uprooted stump, the man rose to his feet.
Robert WilsonPublished 4 years ago in FuturismThe Wandering Wizard
Good afternoon... For a Monday, anyway... My name is Shadow DarkFyre... Yes, that is my real name, though not my full real name... And yes, I am a practicing wizard, among other things: of 14 years, no less... And I am as the title suggests: the Wandering Wizard...
Shadow DarkFyrePublished 4 years ago in FuturismOrbis — The Entire History of Lilacia & Emeraldia
BDW- Before Dark War ADW- After Dark War 4,000 — 3,000 BDW Lilacia: Recorded history begins here. With translation either lost or forbidden to the Realms, this era is known as Pax Mystari. The Scourged Empire ruled over all the continent. The only other civilisation to exist was the Mayini, who were all wiped out in a purge of chaotic wars—this also lead to Starlai breaking off from Lilacia.
Betty Sandcroft
“When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning or in rain?” A slightly awkward silence followed. “Betty darling, have you been on the sauce again? Only there’s four of us here, five if you count Elsie’s cat” said Mrs Abernathy.
Ian LawtonPublished 4 years ago in FuturismOne Final Stroll
Lila's eyes flicker open. A haze has set over her that was different than the normal morning plague. Sweat drips down her forehead to her lips enlightening her to the salty taste. Where am I? Her head darts from left to right. Up and down and every which way in between. The room she found herself in was small and stained with blood on the cobblestone walls. Her petite body lay outstretched on a simple bed with no blanket. A singular door exists to her right, along with a lone candle to illuminate the room. Her body was weak, and she struggled to sit up even in the slightest of manners.
Jauren RiloskiPublished 4 years ago in FuturismThe Dual
Jus as (Asherah) returns from her long journey back to travel with Haj. A loud crack rattled in the distance as 2 multi colored lights flew past her and off into the darkness of the void, there was brief a moment of silence before a thunderous slam simultaneously roared, echoing threw out the void, Asherah floats in awe at the site of this catastrophe.
Light of Fabella
10,032 BC Stories take us out of our world and ask us to imagine what might have been. That’s how history spreads from one generation to the next. This desperate need to dazzle others with astonishing fables can be traced back to the primitive age of mankind.
Dillon FoleyPublished 4 years ago in FuturismThe Boy In The Woods
When I was a little girl, I remember my grandparents telling me the story of a boy living in an enchanted wood. His parents died when he was five; apparently, his grandparents were the ones to take care of him, but the story says that his grandparents were into magic. The boy was so scared for his life since he witnessed the death of both parents. He believed that his grandparents killed them to use him for magic since his blood was special. Escaping from the vast mansion, he ran towards the woods that wasn't too far from his grandparent's house. He thought he has going to survive on his own, but it wasn't like that. When he turned nine years, a group of people that lived in the middle of the woods found the boy unconscious.
Brendaliz ColonPublished 4 years ago in Futurism