fantasy
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How The Stars Were Placed In The Sky
Once upon a time there was a glass tree house city hidden within the dark brown trees. It was filled with white lights, wooden bridges, slides, ladders, and zip lines. And lots of ropes and pails to haul and unload things. Dad and you walked hand in hand from the wooden boat shop to the market. It was a cloudy day, but you didn’t mind because of all the fall decorations. White and orange pumpkins and gourds lined the wooden walkways. There were autumn leaves with berries and pinecones spiraling around the light poles. Above you and over the route, canopies hung to celebrate tonight’s festival. You could smell the crisp air. Your hand tightly grasped the carved ship with its red leaf sails. As you neared the stands, you whiffed the cuts of grilled fish, the sweets of apple cider, and scented oils. You could hear the noises of the bustling, the whirr of the ziplines, and the chatter amongst the adults.
By Bobby Gupta5 years ago in Futurism
Dragon's Blood
Author's Note: Hello! Thank you so much for stopping by and checking out this story. I would like to make a quick note that the first few chapters were written when I was young and this story is currently under revisions. I might miss a few areas where revision work is critical, and for that, I want to pre-emptively apologize. I don't want to just drop this story, though... So I'm posting what I have here while I see if I think it's worth all the much needed revision work. So far, I only have 3 chapters... But depending on how you all respond to them, I'll either continue the revision work or re-write it entirely. Thank you again for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy my little tale of 5 Dragons trying to save their world! Or rather, the start of it...!
By Cat Richey5 years ago in Futurism
Falling Sons
Delilah was just your average college student until she was attacked in an alley by a Fallen angel named Omar. From there her life became entangled with Aden and Gabel the chiseled, charmingly handsome angelic brothers who saved her. Delilah embarked on a quest with her guardian angels to save her best friend Tatyana from the devil himself. When in hell, truths (and heart-felt longings) were uncovered. Omar, the brother to Aden and Gabel, was trapped in hell. Delilah found out that she was half angel and Gabel found out that his biological father was Lucifer and not the Archangel Ezekiel. Delilah traveled to the angelic world with her brothers, Aden and Omar, and lover, Gabel, to see if she belonged there or on earth with mortals. While she struggled to find her place, Gabel struggled to control the darkness inside of him. When things went south at Aden and Milday's wedding, Gabel was accused of being a Fallen and Delilah fell off of the end of the angelic world, plummeting down to Earth. This is how their story continues (Recap of "Rising Stars: A novel by L.M. Williams)
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Futurism
The Apprentice
The window curtains fluttered in the cold night's breeze, the candle flames flickering as the breeze moved through the shabby old house. The cold gripped the two people inside with harsh fingers, sinking through their skin, muscles, and tendons. The cold made a home in their coursing blood, wrapping around their bones like a blanket.
By Cameron Rawson5 years ago in Futurism
Wu Song Kills a Tiger
A large man of around a single score of years travelled the perilous mountain ridge carrying a sturdy wooden staff and a bag filled with necessities for travel. He was strong and quick, having trained in the martial arts for most of his life. The hour was growing late and the sun had set when he came across a sign on the narrow ridge:
By Daniel Figueroa5 years ago in Futurism
Battle of the Bloodline
The morning coffee rush was over and it began to die down before the lunch rush would set in about an hour from now. I grabbed a rag and the bottle of cleaner from under the counter by the sink and began to wipe off the counter space and the spilled caramel syrup that got all over a stack of lids we had stored by the espresso machine. I began wiping down the sides of the metal machine when Rachel handed me a cup to start on the next order. White Chocolate Mocha. My favorite. It was my favorite to make too.
By Sara Aulds5 years ago in Futurism
