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From god to mortal
Most stories like to make you believe that happy endings are possible. Well, not all of them have happy endings, especially Zynorok's. Zynorok was born in a distant city called Patran. In Patran, there are very few possibilities that one can be born with an extraordinary ability. Zynorok was among the few that were born with abilities. The abilities that Zynorok possessed made him worthy to be deemed a god among others. He was able to fly, control the weather, have superhuman strength and speed, read people's thoughts, and phase through objects. Life didn't always treat Zynorok fair in the beginning; he was bullied and mistreated by other children for being different, and the adults were petrified of him due to his rare powers. As Zynorok would suffer in his youth, he would look for reassurance from the gods. The gods always told Zynorok that there will be a day where he'll be needed most by those who fear him. And that day came. Zynorok, fully developed, with a toned body, peculiarly colored eyes, olive-colored skin, and locs was in full control of his powers and knew he would have to use them to protect the city from the approaching threat. This monster's goal was to devour the entire city and enslave any survivors from his sweep. The monster was over 7 feet in stature, had horns on each side of its head, scaly skin, and demonic-looking eyes. Although there were many dangers of taking on this beast, Zynorok saw this as an opportunity to prove himself to the people of Patran.
Zaryan HuntlyPublished 4 years ago in FuturismThe Clouds And The Unknown Hole
It was one of those nights wind blowing violently and lightning crashing into baby trees as you heard their cry’s”Mummy”. The mother trees soothe the baby trees until their little leaves fall asleep. It was as if something bad was going to happen and something different never seen before in the hole . But what ? No one knew. Then in a flash the metal door opened up and the stood Royal and Warrior all bug eyed glaring into the unknown. Warrior made a hand gesture as if to say after you Royal go on. Royal walked into the unknown the hole smelled the air filled some odd scent of rabbit stew. Royal quickly guided Warrior over towards the wood stove and grabbed two contains filled with rabbit stew. Royal grew up on rabbit stew that his great grandfather made for him when they went hunting during winter days. Those were the days. Royal’s great grandfather was grandfather Blue Stone know for his risky behaviour during his dragon flight years and hunting skills. Grandfather Blue Stone was no coward. Now back to Royal and Warrior munching on rabbit stew and it was much need for the two freinds . Royal adjusted his saddle on his back for Warrior then they were off again. But what were there looking for? The answer was simple a mountain with another hideout. Though this time they would travel though rushing winds and wet landscapes and even terrain filled with jumping massive rocks . Royal had to take a break from flying so Warrior grabbed Royal and lead him through the wet deep knee high mud and as they continued the wind was rushing by them with frog in the wind. Royal was not so lucky as he had to duck but it was to late he was rushed by an army of frogs straight to his face and oh boy he turned green. Warrior was sick of the knee high mud almost like stick chocolate pies and green rush windy frogs in the wind. It was show time and the Warrior pulled her sword and started clearing the way of these creatures. It was time to fly for a while instead of walking through difficult pathways of mud chocolate pie and wet landscapes. I bet the Warrior and Royal would fly the fast they could get to their destination.
Children of Dawn
1. I leaned forward to touch the black stone. My hairy hands reached the coarse, large, broken body of the black stone. It was in front of our cave since the time immemorial. Now it got the reddish brown stains of blood on it. The remnant of yesterday's fight between Khush and Khuman.
Mallika DharPublished 4 years ago in FuturismOpen the Stairway Into The Clouds
Look up into the very clouds above our head there a staircase with a metal doorway leading into somewhere unknown. Where is this unknown place ? Do we dare adventure through the trees as the birds fly passed us like rockets at the speed of light. Yes let’s go for long walk through the long grass and see what we might see maybe nature and animals of sorts of some great adventure found in a story book.
The Octopus Tree
“She takes care of me. She always takes care of me.” That was the only way Blair could explain how he survived falling down the hill near his house. He never reached the river at the bottom, and even with it snowing, his parents found him, alive. He should have never survived that accident. That was years ago, and he’s dedicated his life to taking care of her, farming, and producing crops and lumber for years. It doesn’t matter how the season goes; she provides. Blair knows if he takes care of her, she will take care of him. Midday Blair is about to quit for the day. As he moves the tractor into the barn, he sees several cars speed by him. One right after another, each of them filled with people holding signs and screaming out the window. He walks to the end of the driveway; he overhears the train of cars yell, “Save the trees!”
Erick Ian GaelPublished 4 years ago in FuturismKingdom in Flames
God pisses on saint and sinner alike. How can I be so pessimistic? It’s a gift. Let me reintroduce myself. I’m dead. Wait, that didn’t sound right. That is also not accurate.
Antonio JacobsPublished 4 years ago in FuturismThe Fourth Hand - Chapter 1
Chapter 1 A small boy of 10 solar cycles, with eyes of mahogany and hair of gold, scuttled across the well-paved but heavily worn streets of Imperos. Each step calculated as he weaved his way into the crowd that had gathered across the communal marketplace. He had grown up on these streets. He knew each nook and cranny, each cut-through and alleyway. Today he was carrying out the family errands. Medicine and bandages for his father, silks and needles for his mother, all readily sourced amongst the humdrum of the capital cities’ market day.
Liam PerkinPublished 4 years ago in FuturismTwelve Stars (An Intro)
Meli took care to avoid the cracks that peppered the sidewalk on this street; this was not a route that she would normally take, but she wanted to get to the museum before the crowds arrived. She pressed her lips together as if tasting tangy citrus on her tongue, and breathed through her pursed lips to soothe what seemed to be about the tenth migraine threatening to creep up into her temples and take hold. It pinned one side of her head to an invisible board in pulsating prickles that throbbed in time with the lighshow behind her eyes. She honestly did not get these incapacitating episodes. She had always been relatively healthy, never suffered more than the common cold in her life, not even her childhood was littered with the usual infant ailments. Why now? Why get these debilitating headaches in her mid-twenties?
Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)Published 4 years ago in FuturismA Past Life
I have to state that before I write any of this my guide Sarah has shown me a lot of visions and potential futures in dreams. Not all of which were entirely factual. Even to this very moment as I write these words I am reliving an experience I have already seen in dreams years earlier. That has been happening now for the last few years. But along side real experiences their are false ones that seem to have been used to move me in ulterior directions. When it comes to these visions of what seems to be a past incarnation I cannot one hundred percent know if this is in fact a real life experience. The reason that I believe it is is because I know from this life experience I have certainly seen some of the extraordinary and impossible elements of this past life reveal themselves in a similar way in this one. In that sense they seem to validate this past life and so I will write about it.
Jean-Francois AtkinsPublished 4 years ago in FuturismThe adventures of Alora
"Hi! You probably don't know me and I for sure don't know you yet. So let me introduce myself. My name is Alora and I'm probably the protagonist of this story. I don't really know for sure, as well, Krysta hasn't wrote it yet. It's how her brain works. Creative process and all that. The thing is while I live in her brain, she's given me life before in a past story. That story kind of vanished or at least she can't find it now. I know she looked. A bit half heartedly but she did look. Not enough to actually plug in her old hard drive to see if it was on there. Let's not be too hard on her, she was having a migraine at the time. Between you and me she also had some stomach issues but she didn't want me to tell ya that. Now I know that's probably hurting your brain a bit right now. Or hell, maybe it's not but let's get something out of the way right now. The 'forth wall' doesn't really exist for me. I know I'm a character in a story. Krysta knows that I know I'm a character in a story. It's our relationship. I give her motivation, inspiration and content. She gives me life. It's a nice little symbiotic relationship that you're now a part of! Yeah, yeah I know, nobody asked you if it was alright for me to take up residence in your brain. Don't worry I don't plan on mucking with anything. Not that I really could anyway. See I can't do anything that you don't allow me to do. So I'm perfectly safe and comfortable in your little brain. Well, I could be a bit more comfortable if you'd imagine me sitting on a nice red leather chair, like from one of those old detective movies. You know the ones with the metal buttons as accents and that wonderful scent of tobacco and old book smell permanently saturated into the leather."
Krysta MinorPublished 4 years ago in FuturismThe Carousel Of Dreams
Under a dark oak apple tree, in a green land far from here, stood a young girl with eyes as green as the grass, hair like the sunshine, and a quixotic mind. This young girl was named Annie, and despite her dreamer’s imagination and talent for storytelling which drew everyone in the land into her, she was desperately sad. Annie had lost her parents a few years earlued. They were dead, and she was now alone, with nothing but her stories and the apple tree. On a cloudy day, when the sky was iron grey and the air was heavy with malaise all across the country, Annie heard a woman’s voice as she was sat under the tree. Follow me, whispered the voice softly. Annie mused that it could have been the wind, or in her head, but she decided to follow nonetheless, through the red-bricked lanes into the empty villages, across the fields of black earth and wheat, stretching into the pale horizon where land meets sky. Eventually, it lead her to a bright silver roundabout, illuminated like a star, in the shape of an old-fashioned carousel. It was completely silent, other than a soft chime. The voice whispered to Annie that she had one wish she could make. One wish. That was all. Annie thought long and hard about what she wanted most. Finally, she spoke, in a voice broken with emotion, to ask for her parents back. The carousel split open, and out from it stepped Annie’s parents, as though they had been in there the whole time. Annie was overjoyed, and so began to walk with them back to the village. But her parents soon began to wilt and fade - they were no longer of this world, and slowly became a heap of silvery-grey glitter on the shadowy pathway. Annie sunk next to her parents and cried, devastated that they’d left her again. As she did so, one of her tears fell onto the dust. It rapidly began to spin around and take a shape, the shape of a tall, beautiful woman, with long flowing hair and immense gold-tinted wings. She bent down, and told Annie in a voice shimmering with compassion, that there had been a curse on her family - a curse dooming all of the women of the family to die young. But because Annie found the carousel of dreams, she said, and made a selfless wish, the curse was broken now.
Remy DhamiPublished 4 years ago in FuturismThe FAE in San Francisco
Later Raven was enjoying a dance with Rhys, while Evelyn conferred with Alain about business, of all things. How far Rhys had come in a year and a day – it was Christmas Eve when Raven had confronted him at the Mycroft Institute, where he was foisting his cherished illusions onto other kithain, robbing them of what they knew. That shape-shifters existed who could still make the change while being observed had sure shocked him! His face when he sitnessed Raven’s change had been the stuff of comedy – and Raven had savored the memory of that face through the months that had followed, as she and Finders Keepers: Gypsy, Chiller, Jeannie, Darkling, Shorty and Butterfly; along with Alain and Adrian ahd led the former Jonathan Montagu M.D. into his reawakening. There had been some tense moments, and Raven had feared they were losing him to complete personality disintegration, after all their effrorts, but at the last moment meeting Evelyn and recognizing her had brought Rhys back to his full former self. That had been at Samhain.