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A Faerie's Love story
A Faerie's Love Story Prologue A very long time ago, in Eyre, a place known for its mystical and magical aspects in ancient lore, Deidre, an Irish faerie, fell in love with handsome Scottish chieftain, Llewellyn MacDougall. Even though it grieved him to admit it, and seeing how desperate his daughter was to be with the chieftain, the Faerie King felt that he had no choice but to let his daughter become mortal so that she could wed MacDougall. Yet, the only why she could continue her mortal existence was if Llewellyn and her could produce a faerie human child within one year. Sadly, no matter how hard they tried, she could not conceive. Thus after their one year of marital bliss, Deidre went before her father to plead with him to let her stay with her beloved husband.
By Julienne Holmes5 years ago in Futurism
The Firecrest and How He Became King if the Birds
Caractacus Plumefeather, Noble Chieftain of the Little Owls, High Beak, and First Minister of the People of the Feathered Wing, shook up his small, round, brown wings, ruffled up his tan chest feathers, coughed, hiccuped, fell over, got back up again (with an oak leaf curling on his head), and gave three loud clear hoots to call the assembled People of the Feather to order.
By James Alexander Crown5 years ago in Futurism
Natalie
Prologue And so, it Begins The foliage, heavy from a recent rain, droops, leading small leaf pools of gathered moisture ever downward from the canopy to the forest floor. The small rustlings and vocalizations of those who call the forest home mingle with the light dripping sounds of the rainwater, playing a soft musical tribute to the untouched beauty. Storm clouds shift, sunlight filtering down through the covering, steam rising in a soft mist. Everything the light touches has a soft golden glow adding a surrealistic aspect to the tableau.
By Kathryn Lambert5 years ago in Futurism
Memoirs of Fodder Deep-Mines
I’m old! Yep—I’m older than old according to my boys, Wild-Hair and Ceasil. Me twin boys make me proud, but piss me off at the same time! I would expect no less from a dwarf! We be the highest-ranking members of the Deep-Mines Clan. Dwarves take pride in that sort o’thing.
By W.S. Klass5 years ago in Futurism
Edge of Lightening
The table had been cleared a while. Annie handed the table over to the next shift waitress, who kept their drinks filled as the lunch rush came and went. Seth busied herself with the crayons and pencils that Annie had left with her, and Mike leafed through the local Tucson paper. The new waitress joined them, and Mike asked if she would stay for a moment while he used to phone.
By Texas Christie5 years ago in Futurism
Edge of Lightning
Detective Fitch sat uncomfortably in the Commander’s office, waiting. He was really too large of a man for the chair. He didn’t know where to put his hands, and his shoulder holster interfered with the backrest. He looked at the file on the desk, closed, but some pictures spilled out. He was really nowhere on the investigation and wasn’t even sure if that was why he was called into the office. He heard a toilet flush, water running, and shut off from behind a closed door in the office, and the door opened.
By Texas Christie5 years ago in Futurism
Bukka's Curious
The halfling stepped out from his front door and took in a deep breath of fresh autumn forest air. His home was built into the ground beneath a large redwood, a comfortable little place that opened out into one room with a bed on the far end and a large fireplace where a hole opened up into a make-shift chimney, and a small table sat in the center with shelves lining his walls, all decorated with jars full of preserved deceased animals and other animal trinkets. The forest itself was comfortably filled with many redwoods tightly fit together and underbrush decorating the trunks at the base. As mentioned, it was autumn, and the forest floor was littered with colourful leaves and twigs that snapped beneath his small feet as he found a spot on a tree root and sipped from the cup of tea in his hands.
By Skelly Snoo5 years ago in Futurism
