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Clarisse's Used Finery
Clarisse’s Used Finery was not the used finery store you’d expect to find. Nor was it run by a nice old lady named Clarisse who had a bowl of lollipops. It didn’t sell used clothes and it didn’t have antique trinkets. The town of Kale wasn’t known for having normal stores with normal people.
By Cat Charity Jude7 years ago in Futurism
Artio's Adventure
Artio had always felt like an outsider. Her mother and two sisters already passed the test. Mother, Erui as she was known among the glade’s townsmen, was not only her mother, but mother Earth. Branwen, the eldest of all the sisters, was wisdom encompassed into the body of one. And Blodeuwedd was already the most beautiful child even before she was determined to be the beauty of flowers. Yet Artio could spend hours with animals of the wild. Blodeuwedd always complained about her various pets that would sneak out of their boxes and Branwen would examine them with her. Most of them were poisonous but Artio loved them all the same. She was the trouble maker, always ignoring her mother’s insistence of ‘never venture.’ To her, the woods were more home-like than the mud-home created centuries ago.
By Faith Young7 years ago in Futurism
The Judgement Bell (Chapter I)
CHAPTER I UNEVENTFUL NIGHT Sargent, TX is a quiet town on the Gulf of Mexico where most of the residents are local and make a living off the weekend and holiday crowds of the boating and fishing enthusiasts. With low crime and a small-town appeal, it is the ideal place for someone to grow up and live. Deputy Clayton “Clay” Wood was someone who felt that way about Sargent. He grew up in there his whole life. His father was a Sheriff of the town, so he got to know the area a bit differently than other children. His mother left them when he was just a child for reasons his father never understood so he kept close to his father. He knew that when he grew up, he would join the Sheriff’s department and work with his dad. Unfortunately, when Clay was twelve years old, his father was accidentally killed by a drunk driver while he was on duty. The current Sheriff of Sargent, William Hayes, had known Clay since he was born and took him into his family and raised Clay as one of his own. Sheriff Hayes was just a Deputy then, but had grown up with Clay’s father so Clay was already considered family.
By Tom Szostak7 years ago in Futurism
The Judgement Bell
FOREWORD IT’S BEEN A WHILE No one really noticed the man in black walking up Nob Hill Road. San Francisco is home to so many outrageous personalities that this man would fit right in. He was tall with a long black leather trench and matching black fedora. His black suit and black mod ankle boot shoes made him the perfect retro. He was flawless and ruggedly handsome for a man in his 40s. Dark brown hair peeking out from under the brim of his hat matched his mocha skin color and deep sunk eyes. He walked into a diner near a corner called “The Waiting Room,” the reference was not lost on him with who he was about to meet. He was greeted at the door by a waitress who was only too happy to ask if he needed a table.
By Tom Szostak7 years ago in Futurism
Syreena
“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” The alarm clock blasted out its wake up call signaling the start of what was sure to be another stupendous day. A slender hand with bright pink fingernails snaked out from under the mound of twisted sheets and blankets to put an end to the electronic war cry with a smash. Syreena squeezed her eyes together and sighed loudly.
By Melissa Hartson7 years ago in Futurism
The Accident
I'm trying to look on the bright side of things. Things could be worse, I'm mean I could be dead. They could have shot me on sight like my mother always said they would. Instead I'm sitting in a padded room in a straight jacket. I'm alive though, scared out of my mind, but alive. The day had started like any other. I woke up, ate breakfast, and headed off to school. Three weeks until the end of school and then I would be off to college away from everyone who knew me, everyone who picked on me. That was until it happened.
By Erica Antonakis7 years ago in Futurism