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5. Morphs a go-go!
The ride from Hanada to the university was quiet. The person who met Logan and Sara at the airport was also their driver and didn't speak a word of English. He was of average height, in his late thirties, and wore a suit. Logan looked around the car as the buildings blurred by him, catching a business' name every now and then. Sara was asleep next to him, lying on his arm. Her cancer was on Logan's mind now. How long she had, what she'd been through so far, and what the university could possibly do for her that she hasn't tried herself.
By Matthew Vacanti4 years ago in Futurism
The Tales Of Hyssop (chapter 1 part 1)
Hyssop laid on a mattress in her attic with a lit cigarette - blowing the smoke into the air with a heavy angst and imagining what it might look like if she was talented enough to do those tricks with smoke rings. she sighed and rolled over to her tray of herbs; she had been trying to quit the habit for some time and she had been rolling herself an herbal blend.
By Aella Ivy Reverie4 years ago in Futurism
Comfort of the Inner Mind
In a light green hospital bedroom, there was a young, injured boy with silky black hair covered in bandages from head to toe lying unconscious on a white cot. He seemed to be all by himself with no one around. A few seconds later, a strong wind burst open the window next to him and smacked him as he laid there asleep. A minute went by and then suddenly...
By WriteOutLOud4 years ago in Futurism
The Devil's Favor
My breath catches in my throat and tears run down my cheeks. I can barely breath with all the smoke surrounding me. Last time I felt like this was when I sold my soul to the devil himself. I can only imagine that he’s calling in on that debt now. I really thought I had a little bit longer to enjoy my spoils. Sure, my soul was no longer my own, but I had a great life right now: a nice cushy job, a fantastic wife, a two kids. I really wanted to see them grow up at the very least, but if it’s time for Satan to claim me then I can’t really argue with him.
By Taylor Mick4 years ago in Futurism
The Bus
Rain fell from above as a small child sits patiently at a bus stop. Sitting besides him is a rather odd creature. Compared to the boy, it was about the size of a doll dressed in a black cloak. It has small beady black eyes but no mouth but was still able hum as it rock back and forth. The child didn't seem bothered by it at all.
By Lilly Faith4 years ago in Futurism
Land of Orange Skies
He woke too aware of the hardships of the coming day. They were perhaps lost, if only slightly off course, yet he knew they were in the right vicinity. He had thought on the previous day that things had begun to look familiar. When they made camp, he admitted that the site was in the wrong draw, but he was confident he knew the way ahead.
By Bill Shearer4 years ago in Futurism