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Amber Escaping Reality
Chapter 4 It’s been around two weeks since the last battle,so many gone! I'm still trying to hold up,trying to escape my current reality. In fact I am packing currently, leaving to earth. Maybe a small vacation or just moving there. I don't want to face the facts here ,I don't want to face what is coming.Many told me this will happen, the fact that they said it. day after day don't hold on to him,he can be gone in a second.Over and over again and I didn't listen. The fact is I don't know if he is really gone.I couldn't see the dead bodies after that battle.I did not see who was alive either.
By Angel Pagan6 years ago in Futurism
Amber Escaping Reality
Chapter 2 It is currently 10:45 am and I have to admit I am tired, I haven't slept in three days. For some reason I keep writing on this diary like if it was a real person. I also have been getting alot of interview calls, ever since I won that battle over two months ago.I keep getting call brave,well I already know that.The call me strong, I know that to.They call me smart and a great leader.Funny thing is that I know all of that,but I don't see it.My reality and my world is different from yours. But oh well diary lets change the mood.Good news I am moving, I am moving in with Giance, oh wait he is here,tell you later more about him.
By Angel Pagan6 years ago in Futurism
Amber Escaping Reality
Prologue In a world where I really don't belong to,I find it hard to even move a mile per day.The stares ,the way they look at me.For them I am a freak,not one of there own.They are right, I am not one of their own. My father may have come from here but I did not.I think at night ,What drove me here? What drove me to stay here?Maybe it was a new start, a new chapter. Maybe hiding from a memory or pain.Maybe, I am just simply running away!Maybe at the same time,this is not real. It might be my mind going into a world of no return. It imagines all of these events, to make it seem real. Now I am really questioning everything,did what I see was real or did it all not exist?
By Angel Pagan6 years ago in Futurism
Dreamstate
I opened my eyes slowly. The harsh sunlight surrounded me, and I squinted through the unkind light. I groaned and rolled on to my side, relishing the warm, fuzzy blankets wrapped around me. I knew that the light from my window wouldn’t permit me to sleep any longer, so I sat up begrudgingly. My head throbbed. It felt as if a 500 pound weight had been placed on my head. Everything hurt almost as if I had been thrashed around in a tank full of water for hours on end. Ignoring the pain, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I felt around for my slippers on the floor, but I couldn’t find them.
By Merrina O’Malley6 years ago in Futurism
What happened to Rose?
My little sister, Rose, is not what one would normally expect from a younger sibling. Younger siblings are people you love unconditionally, but are still super annoying. Anyone who has siblings will be able to attest to the weirdness that is the sibling dynamic. Rose is not like that at all. It was like she exited the womb as an angel. She hardly ever cried as a baby, she slept through the night, and immediately fell in love with every person she met. My parents and I were terrified what the terrible twos would bring, as I had been a bit of a hellion when I was younger. However, she remained sweet and loving. When she turned 7 years old, she seemed even more unnaturally adorable than before. She has long, wavy, copper colored hair that many women would die for. Her eyes are the sharpest green I have ever seen. She wouldn't have hurt a fly if her life depended on it.
By Skyler Whitfield6 years ago in Futurism
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
14) Night Hunt John Wingate was walking along the dark street on his way back to the old Calador manor house where he was staying. He was taking in a bit of the nightlife of Grandeur City. In other words, he was a bit inebriated. However, not so much he didn’t feel he was being tracked. So, he pretended to stumble into an alley to relieve himself. He waited, drawing his sword cane.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
The venom
That was a stormy winter evening and I was enjoying hospitality of a strange host in a small village, surrounded by sky-kissing mountains from all sides. Screaming wind was hitting the broken windows letting the chilly air inside the hut. The clutter of the lose-hinged door was enough to freeze blood in my veins. Hoos of stranded owls outside in the wood pierced through my ears, creating ripples of fear in my already fainting heart. The fireplace in the corner was dimly aflame with hay wood which sprinkled burning meteors on its sides after intervals.
By Special Media6 years ago in Futurism
A Thousand Years
Duncan loved Ana with all his heart, soul and spirit, and their love endured much like the song A Thousand Years. Their love spanned time and could not be dampened even with the evil witch's curse that held him to the house. Margaret and Duncan were betrothed, but as time went on, Duncan found that Margaret's views did not line up with his own, therefore he released her from the betrothal. Margaret was not happy about this, to say the least, you know the saying "Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned"? Well, Margaret was more than scorned and more dangerous than the average woman.
By Emily A Dinwiddie6 years ago in Futurism
Story About Hazel
This story begins with a woman named Hazel, when she was about two years old her father left her with her mother who had a drug addict. As she was in school she tried to make a friend or two but she never did she was always the last one pick in any event. As Hazel got older she started going to the library to do some research on her family history, she remembers her father saying that she was special and when she gets older she will know how special she is. Hazel was a violent person but who could blame her she was raised with a drug addict of a mother who didn’t care much for her. As Hazel got a lot older she stopped talking to her mother, she didn’t even attend her mother's funeral as she was far away at college. She was glad she doesn’t have to worry about her mother laying a finger or hand on her ever again. But she started thinking about what am I to do with the house the only thing she thinks is once she finishes with college she can move back and live in her childhood home maybe fix it up a bit. As she was thinking all of this she ended up with a weird feeling like she was being shocked deep down but she looks and she didn’t see anything and she wasn’t stepping on anything either so where was this shock was coming from she was trying so hard to figure it out but the shocking feel just disappeared so she didn’t think anything of she was thinking one of her limbs fell asleep and it's now getting the blood flowing back in. As she was packing to get ready to move back to her hometown she remembers that shocking feeling she got the other day she is going to have to do some more digging on her family when she gets back. As she got on the plane to head back to her childhood home and the place she wants to get out so bad is now calling her back. As she was getting off the plane she had that same feeling hit her again but this time she was sitting down wait on her ride to take her home so she decided to give herself some little messages where she was feeling it, it works a little bit and as she got into the taxi she even up with a lot more shocking pain but she tried so hard to ignore it until she got home. Once she was finally home the pain was soo bad she let out a loud growl and as she was trying to figure out where and how she growled like that she feels her body being set on fire she didn’t know what was going on with her, she headed to the bathroom and ran a cool shower seeing if that would help cool her body temp down. She stood there for a couple of hours until she was cool and relaxed. As she was getting out of the shower she looked into the mirror and she saw her birthmark had gotten darker she thought to herself she never seen it change. As she was looking herself over she found a scar she has never seen before it was had some teeth and a nail marking of an animal. She was trying so hard to remember some of the things her father told her mother about her but she can't remember anything it's like someone erased her memories. As she was getting ready for bed she started looking at old pictures of how it used to be before her father left and her mother got into drugs.
By Meghan Chiever6 years ago in Futurism
Crimson Red
The night was still. The stars danced in the sky, streaking it's glow against the dark indigo. The village was awoken by horrid screams that echoed through the silence. The screams came from an unusual place, the King's castle. Villagers flooded the front gates of the castle, desperately trying to see what had caused the commotion. The castle's large steel engraved doors slowly creaked open. A hush went over the crowd. A young man named Kai with beautifully bloodshot hair that shaggily rested against his pale skin, calmly walks out into the moonlight holding two long blades over his shoulders. They were drenched with red and dripped to the ground, leaving a trail behind him as he walked to the out into the open area. He closed his eyes and lifted his head towards the sky, allowing the glow of the moon to wash over his face. It gently highlighted the blood that outlined his slender figure. Whispers sliced through the silence questioning the situation.
By Psychotically Sweet6 years ago in Futurism
The Chronicles of a Lost Time Traveller
Staring at the clock again... it’s 1am and I am beyond frustrated. I keep telling myself this gift is something to be grateful for, and yet I feel nothing but apathy and depression. Nothing ever seems to be worth the effort anymore. If I could explain what it feels like to relive moments in time, no one would dare wish this gift on their worst enemy. It sucks the joy out of every present moment because you already know the outcome of every possible action. It creates dissonance between you and your friends because no one understands (let alone believes you) when you say you’re stuck in dejavú. It makes you look like a lunatic with a poor memory because you either didn’t respond because you thought you already did or you have to constantly ask if you have already told this same story before. Who would want to read the same story twice!? I apparently am not one of those people. I despise reruns. No matter how hard I try to be spontaneous, I’m doubly reminded that my own conscious choices are not actually mine. I have no control in this life. Now, most people might actually be ok with that concept, but for me, it makes every single day and waking hour a bore. To lose the ability to artfully create the life of your dreams is like being thrown into the padded room at the psychiatric ward. You’re locked in, but you can’t escape, oh and just in case you forgot... no one can hear your cries for help. There are very little options when in this space. You could have a childhood temper tantrum and display the full range of human emotion... or you could sleep.
By Charlotte Meier6 years ago in Futurism
