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The Witch
The Witch By: Reuben Joseph Beeman TTX The little boy opens the front door. Cautiously, looking to the corner, he sees her. She always awaits him there. She is looking the other way, but her Strange Magic is a sure thing. As sure as the hair on his head is blond, he is positive that without seeing, she knows. Soon she’ll greet him & then…
By Reuben Joseph Beeman TTX5 years ago in Futurism
2. Battle of the Bloodline
I woke up lying flat on my back in a bed of wet powder. I stared at the bright blue, cloudless sky above me and the tips of the iced over trees that seemed to touch the blue. At first, I had no worry of the moment as I listened to the bird’s chirp and fly over my face, then I wondered. Where am I? I wasn’t in the coffee shop anymore. The guy I was talking to wasn’t anywhere to be seen. No footprints disrupted the soft snow all around. Something about these surroundings was familiar, as if from a dream; had I been here before in my fantasy world? The wet snow crunched and made a faint hiss as it started to melt at the touch of my somewhat warm body. If this really was my dream, it seemed all too real. Cupping my hands into the snow I threw a pile of the snow onto my face, but the cold powder felt so real that as I removed my hands from my face. I waited for the ambient mumbling of the coffee shop to enter my ears, or the soft, cozy cushions of my couch to appear under me; but there was nothing except the trees. Snow. Birds. My backpack. My backpack? The only thing from home that made me relax just long enough before the full realization I wasn’t actually home set in.
By Sara Aulds5 years ago in Futurism
The Cyclone
They threw a bag over my head and drove me somewhere far. It was hard to tell exactly how long, but it had to have been a few hours. I was exhausted, but pain did not allow me to relax in any way. This body ached and the stinging, throbbing sensation of being stabbed lingered in the back and chest. I could feel a long blade slice between my ribs through skin and muscle, punching through my lung and flooding it with blood. It probably sliced through the surface of my heart as well. I might have died faster if they had just slit my throat or shot me, but perhaps they wanted to prolong the pain as I was held captive in this body, feeling everything without the luxury of going into shock or the dulling of the pain with loss of consciousness. It was torture.
By Max Malone5 years ago in Futurism
Brotherhood of Wolves
So lets start with a little information about myself then I will tell you about my brothers and how we saved the world. My name is Cole I'm 25 and grew up in a small town just outside of Portland. Weird things started happening to me around my 16th birthday little did I know at the time it was my powers manifesting themselves. I slow learned that I had the power of manipulation and was able to convince anyone to do what I wanted them to do. However this power didn't seem to work on my history teacher Mr. Klein, I would soon figure out he had a lot more then history to teach me.
By Cory Noble5 years ago in Futurism
Magicka
Most of my life I have lived in secret, I have watched the non magick folk kill my kind because of our power, they fear us as we now fear them. So in fear I have kept everything hidden about my magick abilities. For the most part I did live a fairly normal life. My husband stood tall at 6ft 7inches, thick dark hair that always seemed to never be tamed, his dark beard helped his shamrock eyes pop out, his smile was always warm and his embrace always felt like home. My eyes on the other hand were not as stunning as his mine were an olive green, my hair just a little past my shoulders was slightly wavy and a gingerbread brown, and I stood at just 5 feet. My name is Ruby after my birth stone, my husband is Demetre, and our eight month old is Topaz, she has most of her fathers features including that heart warming smile.
By Tierra K Esterline5 years ago in Futurism
The Winter Prince
Chapter Two First, second and third period went by fast and now it is time for lunch. I went to my locker and put my stuff away. I heard the familiar shriek of Amanda’s laugh and I quickly shoved my head in my locker. I was so not in the mood for her; luckily she was too busy talking and didn’t see me. Her locker was on the other side of the hall and about six lockers down from mine. She was talking to Tanzie and Danielle about the new guy and I couldn’t help but to overhear.
By Nicole Lytle5 years ago in Futurism
The Thorny Rose of House Drăculeşti
The Vassal The sultan’s turban, an imposing confection of white silk, emeralds, and ostrich feathers, swayed slowly as Fatih was nodding, deep in thought. Radu waited, his eyes fixed on the gems arranged in elaborate patterns, for he could not bear the basilisk stare of his overlord. But the sultan was in no hurry to pronounce his decision.
By Anastasia Stratu5 years ago in Futurism
The Govern
“Where am I?” D’vyn asked. “You’re at The Cove” the doctor said to her, as she looked over her paperwork and looked at her information on the chart and screens around her. D’vyn heard about The Cove, people never leaving or leaving anver being the same. “How did I get her?” “The Governs brought you in, they believe you can be useful to our cause.”
By Destiny Smalls5 years ago in Futurism
Rising Stars
Chapter One “They’re so…human,” Aden’s brother said as he peered over the edge of the building they were sitting on. The night life was so busy on Earth. Car horns blared at pedestrians running across the street. There was traffic for as far as the eye could see, which was considerably far with the amount of street and business lights. The stars even hid from the glowing monster that rose from the city.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Futurism
