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Tales of Mr Spinach by Auntie Julie
Tales of Mr Spinach For: Jade’s 7th Birthday From: Auntie Julie, 2005 Once upon a time there was a garden. It was a magic garden because when no-one was around, the vegetables came to life! Only special people know about the magic garden – that’s you and me.
By Julie Murrow8 years ago in Futurism
Fearless 3
The next day, Jon was waiting for me down in the bonus living room or I guess it was more of a salon than anything else. Anyways, a coffee table stood in the center of the room and a fireplace was on the right of it and behind was a couch. On the coffee table was a black box that looked like it contained cash or something of high importance. Jon opened it and in it were white stickers and a device that looked like an old Nokia phone.
By Adrianna M. Braun8 years ago in Futurism
The Dragon With a Smoker's Cough
Berny was a dragon who lived high up on the hill. Every day, he'd wake at dusk and swoop with giant, flame-coloured wings down to the long river that separated himself and the village. His thunderous footsteps echoed through woods which made the squirrels scutter up the tall trees and hide. His head was the cage for two deep, black eyes. Berny's body was the size of the large hill which excluded the village from the rest of the land around them.
By George Hickey8 years ago in Futurism
Weaver — A Silver Crown (Ch. 1)
Night had fully swept into the Silver Forest, the darkness thick and impenetrable as I mutedly entered and ran through a clearing of trees. It did not scare me, no, for the night was my friend, my ally in these lonely years, my eyes made to see through the black fog. Shadows and spider silk snagged on my skin in a hushed hiss as I darted past branches and leaves, my bare feet gentle on the soft undergrowth beneath, careful to avoid any stones or twigs that had fallen in the autumn breeze.
By Ellis Hughes8 years ago in Futurism
Wicked
“What do I do now?” Her question hangs in my mind, my heart beating steady as I jingle little bronze bells over the flickering wick of an ocean blue candle. The light dances in my eyes and I study the flame as it moves. My hand flourishes across the page of my journal, documenting, scribing, casting words onto the page, and forming ethereal bonds with crow-black ink. Lyra and I have been friends for nearly a decade. She trusts me, and I do my best to help her and others with my gifts when I can.
By R. M. Townsend8 years ago in Futurism
Light Show
~Be Dillon~ It was after dusk when you both approached the end of the field. You settled down a distance from the water's edge, gazing out from the thinning mist at the bay and further on, the sea. The turquoise blanket was big enough to lie down on, but you smoothed it out as best as you can. Only the best for tonight.
By Monos Alba8 years ago in Futurism
Fearless 2
Morning came and just as promised I was able to go home. My whole family came. I was finally allowed to change into real clothes, but my clothes looked baggy and big on me because of the amount of weight I had lost since I was in a coma. I got into my dad's Volvo and we drove into the city. We then came to a community that had large black iron gates. My dad rolled down the window and punched in a code. Then the gates slid apart making way for the car to roll in. As soon as the gates were wide enough my dad drove the car forward. All the houses that we drove by had tall walls guarding them against the outside world. Then we came to a property where the walls were pink and had white trim on the edge of walls. A simple white gate held the people out of the estate. My dad punched in another code and an automatic voice answered: "Thank-you, welcome" and the gates opened so fast that it almost snapped the walls. We then drove down a curved driveway that was lined with trees. Then we came to a roundabout wherein the center was a large white fountain with a tacky cupid that sat on the top and shot water from its arrow. I then saw the largest mansion I had ever laid eyes on. There was a marble staircase leading to the house and large rectangle windows with silver frames. The whole house was pink and it matched the walls of the exterior of the house. There were white columns just beneath the balcony that had patio furniture set up. Two large planters stood on either side of the staircase. A man in a tuxedo stood by the car door and my whole family got out, including me, and the man in the tuxedo took the car keys from my dad and he drove off to park it.
By Adrianna M. Braun8 years ago in Futurism
The Beginning
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth; man and creature lived together. Due to man’s barbaric instincts, they began to hunt down the creatures, killing them off. This was the start of a fatal hundred year war between man and creature. Every day there would be a bloodbath, leaving casualties on both sides. Women and children of all species went into hiding.
By Michaela Martin8 years ago in Futurism
Fearless
There was a soft beeping noise and it subtly grew louder, and then there was the mechanical noise of air being pushed. My vision was blurry and undefined. I could see the light flooding in and then finally a man with glasses right up at my face. That's when it hit me; my head hurt. A lot. My tongue felt dry like sandpaper in my mouth. I could not remember the last time I felt so dehydrated. I turned my head and the doctor was saying something.
By Adrianna M. Braun8 years ago in Futurism
The Absurdly Curious Story of Michael Staats
Sarasota, Florida is known to be a place of perpetual relaxation and happy feelings. Unfortunately, its population becomes less relaxed and happy when Michael Staats is standing nearby. At the crisp age of 47, Michael has devoted his life to the art of investment banking, and truly takes pleasure in confining himself to the world of finance. He was not the kind of person who stops to smell the roses, and he was certainly not the kind of person who took pleasure in the slow pace of the town surrounding him.
By Joe Schuler8 years ago in Futurism
