fantasy
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The Midnight Agency
The Midnight Agency Characters and Storylines It was 2009 when I first came up with the idea of a half-angel private investigator. I was stuck at the customer service desk while working at Kohls and had a notebook to keep me busy. This was when I figured I would write a novel. At this point, Laurel K. Hamilton and Charles de Lint were my go-to when it came to Urban Fantasy. I've always loved the supernatural and fantasy, so if a book involved dragons or creatures of the night, then I was in.
By Matthew Angelo5 years ago in Futurism
Inhumanity
Inhumanity “What the? Uhhhh…. stupid alarm, why did I get an alarm clock that drives itself away from me? Oh yeah that’s right, it helps me wake up. Well, I need to get ready for school.” Max gets into the shower, eats, dresses. He has a habit of looking at his fossil collection everyday before leaving. They’ve been there since he arrived at the apartment, after he found out what they were, he’s always enjoyed looking at them. Max finishes up and hops onto his hover cycle to travel to school.
By Larry Visgar5 years ago in Futurism
Inumanity
Inhumanity “What the? Uhhhh…. stupid alarm, why did I get an alarm clock that drives itself away from me? Oh yeah that’s right, it helps me wake up. Well, I need to get ready for school.” Max gets into the shower, eats, dresses. He has a habit of looking at his fossil collection everyday before leaving. They’ve been there since he arrived at the apartment, after he found out what they were, he’s always enjoyed looking at them. Max finishes up and hops onto his hover cycle to travel to school.
By Larry Visgar5 years ago in Futurism
The Broken Path (Cave of trials series)
“Boy! You must not lose your foundation, I swear the little things, are the things you ignore.” Rasti swept the staff under the boys feet making him head face first towards the clay courtyard,”Yes you can easily counter me duppi’s attack but yet my kaga, you are hopeless ”rasti sucked his teeth in the long way that most natives of this land mastered by adulthood. “Why are you still on the ground! Get up”, “Again!”.
By Cysmithdev5 years ago in Futurism
Into the Ether (2)
“We can't just… eliminate emotions?” The council members gathered around the jet black boardroom table most certainly did not take to the radical idea as well as Leonard had prayed they would, but the voice in His mirror warned him this would occur. Leonard shuts his eyes, inhales deeply through his nose & exhales from his mouth, three times in total. The council were put off, taken aback, by this. They looked around the room at one another in confusion, trying to anticipate where the presentation organized by the council's lowest ranking member was headed. His eagerness to speak before them was peculiar, his sudden burst of initiative fascinating, & the unprecedented overhaul of his entire personality exciting. Though their words said otherwise, at least 11 of the 12 were indeed enamored by the snake oil salesman in front of them.
By Anthony Morrigan5 years ago in Futurism
Fohlmer and the Magick Pig Poop
Ikhan Trodor, a Wizard of great wisdom and power, farmed a small plot of land at the edge of the village of Archia with his wife Chyna. Ikhan raised chickens and pigs, sheep and goats. The fruits and vegetables Ikhan grew were prized the village over. The villagers all thought the couple to be a bit strange. Ikhan conducted odd rituals and painted strange figures on the corner posts of his property. The honey Chyna's bees produced was said to open the eyes and heal the soul. Most of the other villagers simply ignored the couple, but they were well aware that the boxes of food and necessities that showed up when they were in the greatest need were complements of Ikhan and Chyna. This generosity helped soothe the unease the villagers felt at having such a wise and powerful Wizard in their midst.
By RavensCraft 95 years ago in Futurism
Into the Ether (1)
Even though they both knew it, neither wanted to admit it: nothing would ever be the same. A metaphysical door had been opened inside each of their hearts. No matter how much time they spent in one another's embrace, days weeks months, the gnawing realization of their finite time together kept both of them from ever wholly embodying comfort. There was little that could be done except to cherish each & every fleeting moment. In his arms she felt accepted & desired, in hers he felt safe & at home.
By Anthony Morrigan5 years ago in Futurism
