fantasy
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A King's Predicament
The king stood on his balcony. His eyes watched his bride-to-be intently, not losing sight of her as she moved among the trees. He knew she was attempting to throw him off her trail. It made him chortle to himself. With a soft sigh, the royal gave her what she wanted. A distant, elated squeal sounded, followed by pounding hooves. Lady Etain (Ai-deen) rushed for the woodlands. King Conchobhar (Conko-var) retired to his chambers.
By Laney O'Hare6 years ago in Futurism
Blade of Promise (Part 1)
There is a point in a woman’s life when she has a grasp of love and security and she does a lot of planning and getting ready for such things to happen like proposals and weddings and children. Not all women have this in their life sometimes by choice and sometimes it just happens for some reason unknown to them. But sometimes in other extreme circumstances it is taken from them.
By Ashley Wentz6 years ago in Futurism
The Switch—Part 1
I woke with a strange sensation. Oh no, I really gotta pee. Ugh. Why do I have to wake up? I ask myself. It was then I started to realize what the strange sensation was and where it was coming from. Something was in my pants. I rip the covers off and notice I’m in a pair of boxers I have never seen before. I pull them down and—
By Nolan James6 years ago in Futurism
The Creative Process Is a Distant God
Oden lives in a box. All white, flat, smooth walls and no windows. A constant dripping sound though there is no place for water. There is a desk and chair and on the desk there is an open notebook. The pen beside it is fine point; green ink. Oden is a writer. So Oden writes and nothing else. Oden has never been outside the box nor desired to leave; never needed to replace the pen.
By Troi Speaks6 years ago in Futurism
Cinderella (Chapters 7 & 8)
Chapter 7 I felt my jaw drop. My Mama had been there for me for most of my life—how could she not know me? Yet I could see the cloudy confusion in her eyes; she was sincere. I snapped my mouth shut due to good breeding, but continued to stare at the woman who had raised me from childhood.
By Brynne Nelson6 years ago in Futurism
Red Dawn
The Red Dawn will only appear in the most dire of circumstances. It was Mother Nature's way of saying we have destroyed the planet and she will make it anew. The only ones to survive were the people with pure hearts. Those with impure will become part of nature. They will become what their true souls appear to be. If the soul is too impure, they will become nothing. They will be the dust in the air, the wind in the leaves. They will show as nothing, but they will be useful for Mother Nature does not want no one to be useless. Mother Nature does not want harm to come to the earth more than what humans have already done. She will reintroduce those extinct species that are critical to helping the earth heal, not those will harm the ecosystems already thriving without them.
By Senketsu Red6 years ago in Futurism
Siren
The siren’s melody had her in a trance for as long as she’s laid eyes on the sea. It was love at first sight. The vastness, the mystery below the reflection of the setting sun; it was all so tantalizing to her fixed state within the boardwalk’s diner. Her senses craved every sensation the sea promised her, the very sight of the rolling waves seemed to beckon to her. She would catch herself staring and longing for the waves, for the sea salt to spray in her face, the wind to card it’s fingers through her hair and tousle it like a lover; until an irritated tone would disrupt her reverie.
By Nicole Fenn6 years ago in Futurism
A Calloused Man
A Calloused Man Now time is a fickle thing, a creature bereft of mercy, bent on keeping us trapped in its paradox. Like three fates holding our thread between their spindly, crooked fingers ready to sever our continuum at a heart's beat. One sister, whom we shall name the Maiden, wishes to keep us contained in our repetition compulsions, knowing all too well how to ensnare us within moments of pain and regret. She is the bane of the young child, the gate keeper of the calloused man. The other sister, whom we shall name the Mother, has stepped into the ether to await both the child and the man. Constantly observe, she does, for this is her nature. The oldest and wisest of all the sisters, whom we shall name the Crone, plagues the calloused man by giving him dreams that have yet to come giving him hope for Mother who has yet to pour her compassion on his poor soul. The Crone is of no concern to the child, he does not yet know the Maiden, and the Mother is all he sees.
By Docyele Llenretep6 years ago in Futurism
Keep Calm, eh! Part 2
With Leo doing the reanimating thing in the basement; I’m left with some time to work in peace. Once the elevator hits the landing on Leo’s floor I’ve already got a checklist of things that I want to get done. I’m not always in the mood to put my nose to the grind stone, but when I do get down to it I don’t do half measures.
By Gareth Read-Ellis6 years ago in Futurism
Nymph
Read it Like a Book at: Deep Sky Stories & Illustrations Chapter 1) Black Death **********Darkness enveloped him completely. The darkness so close all around would have felt smothering but for the sound of his breaths in that very deep place. Ryan’s heart beat a steady, frantic beat in his throat even while he did his best to remain calm.
By G.F. Brynn6 years ago in Futurism