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Invisible Magic Part 2
It wasn't long before there was a loud crashing sound coming from the kitchen back door, like someone was breaking into the house. Tom and his colleague were waiting for Mrs. Ingram to scream but nothing happened to point them to which part of the house she was in. Just as the men were leaving the study quietly, Tom pressed a button behind a picture. They were about to go a bit further as they heard Mrs. Ingram coming down the stairs sitting on Pfftten breaking the back door window. The man that was there to help whispered harshly “shh Mrs. Ingram…we have an intruder…get into the study and stay there close the door and lock it.” She wasn't impressed by how she was spoken and she was about to give him a piece of her mind when she heard the door being kicked into. So she scurried off into the study and locked herself into the study.
By Lizzy Arrow7 years ago in Futurism
Time Walker Chapter Two
As quickly as she could manage with such a weight, she continued back to her ship. The smell of burnt remains had since dulled and she felt more at ease but then thinking about the possibility that more of these pure breeds may still be about, possibly in hiding, made her pulse race.
By Dawn Marie Styles7 years ago in Futurism
Invisible Magic Part 1
The house swayed precariously in the aftermath of the earthquake; was it really an earthquake after all or was it something darker? Whatever it was, it left the whole country in shock and frightened because the United Kingdom didn't really have earthquakes.
By Lizzy Arrow7 years ago in Futurism
Twitch.
Twitch. It started with the sound of rushing water. The window was open, you could feel the fresh air, only it was warm, it didn’t feel as refreshing as it would seem. The curtains were laced, reaching just above the height of the faucet. The sleeves of her violet blouse were rolled. Molly had just put the last dish in the rack to dry when she heard the TV click on in the other room. But only static was heard, and a cuss under a man’s breath. She wandered into the living room, seemingly unphased. She recognized the familiar voice.
By Lauren MacLeod7 years ago in Futurism
Teen Alien (#5.5)
The little alien came to earth by accident.First, she was lost but then came to learn how to blend in with human society as predators hunt her down.The people that lived around that area said that amazing and extraordinary things happened there for like, no reason, and thought that these things were done by spirits.They were a superstitious lot, the main reason why she settled around there—anything going wrong as she learned to settle was not read into much.People said, that sometimes they could see a thing glow in the woods at night.Others say they can hear music not of this world, drawing them into the depths of the woods, where no sane person would wonder.And the scent, a scent so sweet that could only be compared to million roses, but to the surprise of the tourists, who have heard the stories, no roses could be found growing there.At least, none there dared to walk further into the forest to find some for fear of disturbing the sound, until one man arrived, too curious to stay away and to drawn to the mystery to pass over it
By Storyteller IRT7 years ago in Futurism
A Guide To Self Exorcism
Existing as a ghost is complicated, and here is why. When you don’t really exist or have a reason to keep your form together, all your really want to do is sleep. You find yourself in bed more often than not, and if you are like me you have haphazardly tacked a solar curtain over your window to block out the daytime rays making sleeping much easier.
By Jake Wennik7 years ago in Futurism
It Was All Lost
For Ryuji Satosan the day had started out as it usually would, by starting his daily routine immediately. He slipped out of bed into his slippers before making his way to the bathroom. There he showered, brushed his teeth, then made his way to his bedroom to dress himself. He dressed in normal everyday clothes, jeans, and a t-shirt. Before he left he slipped on a long white lab coat, his keys already in the left hand pocket. When he made his way out of the door the first thing his eyes laid upon was his sleek black motorcycle shining brightly in the morning light. The male walked the few feet towards the bike before slipping onto the comfortable padded seat. He started the engine while putting on his black bike helmet, slipping the visor down as he took off down the street.
By Brandon Mckinney7 years ago in Futurism