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Tales of Edinife (Pt. 2)
Titus tightened the rope. The two friends acknowledged one another with a nod, Titus turned and headed for the four battling the mast and rigging. Taking hold and passing it to Gram they both helped to control the wild sails.
Josh HutchisonPublished 5 years ago in FuturismRihanon
I met William when I was still Rihanon (half-French, half-Scottish). I didn't have to go under the name Morran, meaning “great one.” I always got a sense that I wanted to be there for him. He was wild-eyed and wild-haired. He seemed to need someone to calm him down from this warlike wild zeal he’d get in his eyes, like he was daring danger to take him further. He wanted to test his danger limits. I think he wondered if he had any.
Alexandra FPublished 5 years ago in FuturismThe Creeper Virus
Finding Grey I'm going through my assigned aisle in Costco filling the cart and sending it off to the truck for unloading. My family and the survivors we've taken in have developed a system for cleaning out stores. We take everything that is practicable. Obviously we don’t need giant plasma TVs or surround sound systems, although we do take a few. Four groups of four enter the store. First we divide the sections then split up. Two people load the carts while the other two run them back and forth to the trucks. Our fleet of box trucks stands waiting outside the store. Today we were assigned Costco. I was going down my assigned aisle with my team when I found him. One of my best friends from high school. I started grabbing two pack of sea salt to load into the plastic storage bins when I saw a boot. I grabbed my knife and went on guard. Traveling up the aisle about four feet I swept the remaining packs aside and grabbed the his arm and drug him off the shelf. Immediately I pinned him and held my knife to his throat. I didn’t recognize him until he open his eyes and spoke. There is no man on earth with that voice and those grey blue eyes.
Marie BeckerPublished 6 years ago in FuturismPatama Lake
Characters Kyle Philips—A 30 year old, born and raised in Miami, FL isn't a native to Patama Lake as he was stranded here when he was 28 so he knows some parts about the lake by asking around to villagers here who have lived here their whole life when he first arrived. He used to do small jobs here and there such as fishing, sometimes ride his bike to deliver newspapers to make extra bucks.
Tales of Edinife (Pt. 1)
The rain, like razors, slicing away at the skin on his cheeks. Gram Granitebeard clung on for his life by the side of Captain Yamas, Captain of the Dwarven cargo ship Stones Breath. The vessel was set upon all sides by a storm that had been predicted, but all warnings ignored in the pursuit of silver.
Josh HutchisonPublished 6 years ago in FuturismLungo Viaggio
Tired, cold, hungry, in pain. My feet have torn through my shoes and have cuts and sores from hitting the tuff road. These once clean fitting clothes have turned into rags that are shedding off my body. From the time I started this journey; my smooth, young skin has become ruff, grey and cold. My once long and soft chestnut hair has knotted up into a grey nest. My feminine features have sagged and loosened. My once fit and peaceful body has tired and become incredibly painful to live in. This journey for purity and everlasting youth has taken my youth from me. Years spent on this road searching and waiting to taste from the desired fountain. Years wasted growing old on a road that has no end. Being a naive child, I believed the village tale of the winding road that lead to the silk water that when sipped by a selfless soul, gave them eternal youth.
Bridget BarnesPublished 6 years ago in FuturismAscension
The entity isn't surrounding the boy, as the boy has pushed him and myself away. I get sick of my fallen status and the entity approaches donning their fiery wings.
Elijah TaylorPublished 6 years ago in FuturismHow I Fell
When an angel falls, it's one of the worst things in the world. Picture an island that had an abundance of life to it that now lays barren; even that wouldn't come close to explaining how it feels to be a fallen angel. When you fall from the sky, the other angels watch, and some mock, laugh, and others cry. The heavens open and expel their tears for you.
Elijah TaylorPublished 6 years ago in FuturismBehind the Smiling Mask
There's a prophecy that tells of a sacrifice, for the sins of their father's, one of Hades children to spend eternity emotionally alone. (Without a soul.)
The Mad Writer Aka Callie FosterPublished 6 years ago in FuturismHigh Mountain Pack
I sat there on the mountain with my eyes closed, just taking in the smells traveling to me along the wind. I could smell the spring flowers that were starting to perfume the air. I could smell the scent of the incoming rain. But mostly I could smell him. His scent was unique to him. It was a smell that both, drew me in and made me want to flee. The thought of him being near made my stomach flip flop for many reasons. He was the most gorgeous man in the valley. Hell, possibly the whole damn territory. He was also the most powerful and beloved Alpha in the west side of the country.
Know It All - Part 2
“Thanks to that little scene we’re about 10 minutes behind. It’s lucky that classes haven’t ended yet. I just hope the door is still open…”
Dania DiabPublished 6 years ago in FuturismKnow It All
I was sitting in class when it happened... It was supposed to be a good day... I was supposed to go home and celebrate my mom’s birthday... I was never afraid of anything as much as I was afraid of myself in that moment... It was supposed to be a good day.
Dania DiabPublished 6 years ago in Futurism