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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
The Assassin's Guarantee
Trevan spotted the man easily when he stepped foot into the tavern despite the smoke from the many pipes and tallow candles. The man wore expensive black leather armor with sparkling metal studs, two gold hoops in each of his ears, and a ruby the size of a robin's egg set in a ring on one of his fingers. Even though he flaunted his wealth openly, not a single one of the many cutthroats and thieves in the dingy roadside tavern made even the slightest move towards the man.
By Jeremy Andrews6 years ago in Futurism
Casino Kingdom
In a time long ago lived a mighty king in the Casino Kingdom. His name was William. He was a fair and just king or at least he tried to be. He always surrounded himself with three guards, Richard, David and Mark, and a healer, Amy. This is because there were four evil witches trying to cause havoc in his kingdom. Their names are Stephanie, Lyssa, Nicole, and the high-priestess Laura. The good witch Julie and the good wizard James were kept busy by the king trying to counteract the evil spells. And when it was too much for them, he would ask his Elder Faeries, Elizabeth and Michelle, to search out the witches. They were usually able to disable the witches from causing havoc, at least for a while.
By Nicole Cormier6 years ago in Futurism
Cinderella (Chapters 4-6)
Chapter 4 Years pass like the falling of autumn leaves; each may be examined and declared individual and exquisite, but only rarely do they mean much on their own. Only when watching as a storm of leaves blows past in a bouquet of colors do they make up a whole, beautiful story. So it was with me. I grew older and taller, if not much taller, and my life was a happy one. I excelled at my harp-playing and, with Antony or Henri or occasionally my father as partner, at dancing. I spent my free time with my sisters, or with a book, or serving with the maids. A ball was held for Sarah and Suzanne when they turned 16, and another a few months later for me. I was called on by a few fellows, but not seriously. Cook allowed me to direct the servants for parties and dinners, and Papa stopped calling me his “Little Ell.” Mama chaperoned when Henri waited in the sitting room with me for Antony to come. I stopped playing pirates and fairies and learned to host tea parties and get my dance card filled. In other words, I became a woman.
By Brynne Nelson6 years ago in Futurism
Cinderella (Chapters 1-3)
Chapter 1 I have heard the stories that the common people tell about me—some near the truth, but as time as gone on the tales have become increasingly absurd. Poor princess, someone said recently, thinking I couldn’t hear her. Her evil stepmother tormented her until her fairy godmother rescued her. It took all of my self-control to avoid striking the woman; it was only by reminding myself that she meant no harm that I stayed my hand.
By Brynne Nelson6 years ago in Futurism
Double-Edged Blade
A male warrior ran through the trees, thinking he could escape in the open field on the edge of the woods. He could still hear her haunting words running through his head, sending chills down his spine. She was, in her own way, torturing him by making him run for his life, and he knew it all too well. It was then that he started to wish for another chance, a chance to change how he had treated her. His lies and eventual betrayals were what put him in this desperate spot. He could see the field just a short distance away, and he felt that he at least had a chance now. The forest and the trees were her domain, so getting to an open area would give him a chance for escape. His only worry was that she was gaining on him, and fast. The trees overhead shook as a shadow flew over the warrior. Just as he had run out into the open, his pursuer leaped out of the trees and landed nimbly in front of him.
By Stephanie Miller6 years ago in Futurism
Blood on the Horizon
In the old myths it states that at first there was nothing but a great void that stretched across the universe, but then to the north of the darkness there soon formed a region of mist and ice, and to the south bore a region of heat and fire. Soon the heat from the south began to melt some of the ice that touched its regions and from this ice Daron, the Frost Giant, was shaped. As more ice melted more giants were formed, and together they roamed about destroying the worlds of fire and ice.
By Melinda Dawson6 years ago in Futurism
Highest Treason
Darkness and silence, but no... Is that whispering? Silence and then... Yes! I can hear voices. Why can't I see anything? Where am I? I could hear voices, but nothing they said made sense. I was being carried on a flat surface, but no this is a not floating sensation. This isn't a boat or a board in the ocean floating beneath my body, this was a flat cool surface being carried.
By Emma Paysinger6 years ago in Futurism
The Story of Yuki Cross
Yuki has been walking for some time unaware of time or place. Slowly struggling to find it in her heart to admit that he's gone now and he's never coming back. Finally she comes to a stop, before looking around she takes a few deep breaths as if to clear her mind of what just took place hours ago. Slowly she looks up trying to find out just where the hell she is. From a distance she sees a crystal clear blue stream followed by an old wooden bridge over it leading to path that heads into the woods. After a few moments of hesitation she starts walking towards the bridge wondering what awaits her in the woods. Night seems to be vastly approaching, she looks around once more to find a safe spot in which to camp for the night.
By Sandy Rodriguez6 years ago in Futurism
Lucid: Chapter 1
PROLOGUE Damn... back to the real world again. Life is great and all but... I'll leave that comment for later. Most people wake up happy to see another day, “all praise to the most high,” they say. Me? I'd rather sleep for the rest of my life. I don't mean to die or to go comatose. I mean, literally sleep. See, me... I'm what you'd call a "lucid dreamer." I'm as conscious while dreaming as I am right now. The worlds I enter in the dreamscape are beyond amazing. This “real” world is bland and dry in comparison.
By SeDari World6 years ago in Futurism