fantasy
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All I See Is Sky
The meandering Gypsy approached the dark bark shack after a long long solo journey deep into the dense forest. A lady hermit had lived there for more than 3 centuries; older than the trees. Only in the last 107 years did she become a Curandera of the enchanted forest. The river was her life force and she allowed mushrooms to grow on her skin to reciprocate to Pacha MaMa and her cornucopias of life.
Eduardo PerezPublished 7 years ago in FuturismBlood Brothers
The sunlight is pale through the haze, though its potency is not diminished by the sodden layer of air beneath. It seems almost to weigh down upon the earth, thickening to a mist that hovers just above the jungle floor. It’s the first thing I notice as I wake with the rest, yawn and stretch loosely. Everyone is slow and languid in the heat. I put my head back down to the ground and roll to the other side. No hurry. Leader is up, checking and inspecting, but there is no urgency in his manner. And the world seems calm at this moment, as if it were a safe and reasonable place to be.
Anya WassenbergPublished 7 years ago in FuturismHeart Case
Gully came to, gripped by a terrible sense of panic, and sat bolt upright in his chair, gnashing his teeth and pulling at his hair with both hands. A name was caught on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to scream it, but it wouldn't dislodge. And then the terror passed, like a swift cloud moving across the sun, and everything cleared. The room around him swam out of the gloom, and he saw dark wood floors, mirrored walls, a vast chandelier of gold and crystal hanging from a chain, glimmering in the light of a hundred candles. Gully took a great shuddering breath and wiped a sheen of cold sweat from his forehead.
Jeffrey Aaron MillerPublished 7 years ago in FuturismAmulet of Stars
The storm was progressively getting worse as Arwen was making her way through the woods on the southern tip of Sorengard. She hated the rain, hated the cold, and especially hated getting her hair wet. She was traveling to the small town of Rivendare from a ‘business’ trip, and that business usually meant meeting the tip of the sword strapped to her back. She was Arwen Aelthar, daughter of Alastor Aelthar, the King’s Hand. Her father met his untimely death many years ago to the inhabitants of the neighboring Elven kingdom of Aldarlan, which was approximated on the other side of a vast forest known as the Woods of Moore which separated the two kingdoms. Just thinking about it made Arwen clench her jaw, and ever since that day she vowed to slaughter any unworldly creature that crossed her path. She made her living by becoming a sellsword, but instead of going after rogue humans she went after varmints that didn’t belong to her human realm. Her services were lent to those in need of exterminating creatures ranging from kelpies, pucas, goblins, trolls, and anything else that wasn’t considered mortal. There were hundreds of these creatures and more all over the vast continent of Talemdor, and she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that she took great pleasure in putting an end to them. It was the least she could do after their kind murdered her father.
Taylor BuquoiPublished 7 years ago in Futurism'Star Wars The Force Awakens' Put Me to Sleep
When I went to see Star Wars 7 last year, the reviews and commentary on Facebook overwhelmingly positive. Nonetheless, I still entered with a significant degree of restraint given the catastrophe of the prequels.
Rich MonettiPublished 7 years ago in FuturismGrandfather's House
Billy’s fingers crept like spider’s legs over the coarse, pitted surface of the door, tracing the cracks and crevices of many chipped layers of paint, inching toward the big brass knob. The clatter of dishes in the kitchen sink echoed down the hall.
Jeffrey Aaron MillerPublished 7 years ago in FuturismProfaning the Leistra
Cora wound the Signal Vine around her wrist, leaving enough slack so that it hung away from her skin. The bigger thorns had been removed, but that left plenty of smaller ones, sharp and curved like fangs.
Jeffrey Aaron MillerPublished 7 years ago in FuturismRobo and the Little Door
Robo snagged a corner of the quilt in his claws and began the arduous climb to the top of the bed. Timmy heard the plastic clanking of tiny limbs but paid him little mind, gaze fixed through the misty window glass. A low fog hung over the backyard, moving like ghost hands through the maze of toys and swings and trees.
Jeffrey Aaron MillerPublished 7 years ago in FuturismThe Woman Conquering Space
Across the Pond, Gale Anne Hurd and Kathleen Kennedy have become two of the most powerful women in Hollywood after years of hard graft on respective projects such as Aliens, The Walking Dead and the rebooted Star Wars saga.
Roger CrowPublished 7 years ago in FuturismFRACKERS
One premise/motif of our feature film FRACKERS is that every being in the universe is a light being. As Einstein famously figured, "No energy is created or destroyed". We in turn came up with the idea that our light, the light that is us, is also eternal. This fun premise for a film does consider that even our eternal energy might change form, as light can be be both particles and waves, so can our energy break-down from waves into less desirable particles, not to be judgmental.
Bennett LitwinPublished 7 years ago in FuturismMy Out of Body Experience
My out-of-body experience happened when I was four years old. I nearly died in the hospital. I saw no angel. No Jesus. No Moses. I did encounter a light. It had a voice without words. Was it my mother's essence? I wondered as I grew older and learned of possibilities. I spoke with the light and it told me to stay on Earth. I wasn't finished yet. I needed to do some work. I needed to tell my story. I complied. I'm still here.
Bennett LitwinPublished 7 years ago in FuturismThe Experience Machine
So if our technology were to succeed completely, and everything were to be under our control, we should eventually say, "We need a new button."-- Alan Watts
Matt SwaynePublished 7 years ago in Futurism