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What's On The Other Side Of The Raindrop
What’s on the other side of the Raindrop When I was about 10 or 11 years old and in 5th grade we were learning about molecules at school. What they looked like and how they worked. The teacher showed us models of the nucleus surrounded by the orbiting atoms and told us that everything on Earth was made up of these teeny tiny bits that we couldn’t even see. The idea really caught my attention. It’s probably the first experience I’ve had of actually contemplating something. I have a very clear memory of standing in the produce section of the grocery store with my mother one day and thinking about whether the oranges were actually tiny galaxies and if “people” lived there, to them we were great awesome god-like creatures. I thought of the tiny bits of pulp. Were they oceans or other even tinier universes? What would it be like to be that small? Then I began to think about our universe. Maybe we were a miniscule part of some other being’s orange. I remember feeling at the time that it probably went both ways, from vastly tiny to unimaginably huge. The idea of never-ending was there but the imagining of it was hard, though I still kept turning it over and over in my mind. That night as I lay in bed I started to rub small circles on one spot of my bedroom wall thinking about all the little molecules I must be rubbing off and wondering how long it would take me to get through the wall. Then I realized that if all things on Earth were made of those little bits then I was also wearing away my finger. I quickly stopped rubbing.
By Victoria LaPointe6 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 2: The Underdark
Thia's village was located right in the middle of Sildëyuir. It was a very majestic and dense forest but Thia had wandered the woods so many times she knew how to manipulate it. She was enjoying her long walk to nowhere when she reached the edge of her village. Normally she walked in the forest during twilight, but the sky was still pitch black. She looked around in wonder at the large, silver trunked trees that now had phosphorescent fungus glowing up and down the trunks of them. A pack of silver deer ran across her path and glowing foot-long emerald and sapphire dragonflies buzzed around her. The grass lit up with every step she took. Everything seemed to be humming with magical energy.
By Destiny Joseph6 years ago in Futurism
The Adventures of an Eladrin Starflower
Thia Amasticia was born in a dark cave in the Feywild. The Feywild or the plane of the faerie is where the fey originated from. Thia lived in a village just outside of Sildëyuir, a citadel created by the ancient star elves. It was a place of potent magic indeed. Sildëyuir is covered with dells with silver-boled trees and streams. At the borders of the demiplane, the forest grows thicker and thicker, and any track one follows or makes simply bends back on itself. This place is always in perpetual twilight. The sky in the distance above the crowns of the trees is a soft pearl-gray, and it seems as if there is no east or west, for the same source-less illumination lights the horizon no matter in what direction one looks. Near the sky’s zenith, however, the skies are the purple velvet of true night and are filled with preternaturally brilliant stars. During the “night,” the sky darkens into pure blackness.
By Destiny Joseph6 years ago in Futurism
The Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
19) Consternation in the Cogs Charlemagne was hitting a new level of consternation as he now saw the area of his globe dedicated to Ouihan running backwards. As it was, he had to disengage it from the rest of the globe or risk total destruction of all the other carefully fashioned cogs and gears.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
Ciy of the Lost- A Mermaid Tale
Our story starts not with landscapes of beautiful woodlands and mountains, but of deep blue waters with waves that ripple and crash, driving white horses across golden sands leading up to forgotten coastal paths. Deep within these beautiful clear blue waters, is a palace of crystals shimmering bright beneath the waves out of reach of the cruelty of man, a palace of creatures which need not the air from above, creatures half humanoid and half fish.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Futurism
Taken by Fairies
There are many ways I could try and explain to you what had happened to me, but I’ll just start from the beginning. Me and my family are taking a trip to the mountains about an hour away. I live in Oklahoma so there isn’t many places for us to go. I’m about 12 years old on this trip. We stop and eat sandwiches that we packed for the trip and take a look at the scenery every once in a while, before we actually get to our destination. We have made it to the mountain and we’re about to hike up, there’s at least five of us, my grandma me my sister my dad and my granddad. It’s not too bad of a hike on like maybe one or 2 miles and with no real rugged terrain. Me being curious I decided to wander off halfway up the mountain. Thinking that I can just make it back with no problem, and well I get lost. I felt like I walked for hours and he will try to make it back to the car but I just couldn’t find it or them. I notice it starts to get dark outside, and while I’m wandering around looking for my family I end up running into a small pond with lots of vegetation and flowers of all different kinds. I don’t know what it was but I started to hear something in the back of my head telling me to get closer. It was like someone shut the sun off whenever I got close enough to the pond, there was no moon just darkness. Little balls of light started to rise from the water, And start to fly towards me. There’s a conflict going on in my mind because i’m not scared but scared. There has to be at least 20 small balls of light that are floating in front of me. I keep hearing small voices in the back of my head, just realizing that The voices in the back of my head or actually The small balls of light in front of me. They’re all talking to me but it seems I can talk to all of them at once. I don’t remember the questions they asked me and I don’t remember the answers that I gave them, I wish I did. They kept me for what seemed like weeks or maybe even months. I started to see my body change, like I was getting older or more mature. The longer I stay the more Time started to speed up. The fairies look like they were just playing on top of the pond the whole time. Before I knew it I was an old man. I was so confused I started to look at my body and wonder what happened. I started to weather away by getting weaker and it felt like my bones were turning the dust as I sat there. The fairies came up to me and told me that life is short and if I ever go off path sometimes it’s a good thing sometimes it’s not, so I should still be cautious about things I do. As my eyes were beginning to close the fairies all approached me and started to laugh. Once my eyes were closed it was just pure darkness. After what seemed like forever my eyes open again, but I was just back in front of the pond young again. I sat on the ground for a good minute before my family found me and asked where I’ve been for the last two hours. I tried to tell them everything that happened but for some reason that part of my memory was blocked. The pond that was in front of me that looks so beautiful once before and I just look like a crater inside the ground. I’m 20 now and I still wanted to this day where those fairies took me, did they want to teach me something, were they just having fun, I don’t know but that experience was the most confusing thing in my entire life.
By SammoSun McNugget6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
One fine day in the Shoal, the waiting space between worlds, the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone were discussing the topic of love over wine. Once upon a journey on that very same day, a masked traveler met the Fates, the trinity of witches resting on the side of a dusty road, enjoying cups of wine, the kind of rare vintage that only time could make. Interested in their discussion, the traveler who was an Owl Mage asked the three what they thought love was, if it could be summed up in just one word.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
“Things are changing." The Wood Elf prince, who would eventually lose his crown to call himself Puck, smiled politely at the forest ghost, amused by its warning. The Dead were vague little things really, though there were those who thought the dearly departed were full of great and terrible knowledge. That they were permanently linked to visions of the past, or of the future, possibly both.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
