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Arrows and Roses - Chapter 15
The next day, Thanatos passed his work on to another reaper who took it without protest. But he did smile at his boss and say, “It’s about time you went out and enjoyed yourself.” Thanatos wanted to frown, but another reaper piped up, agreeing with her co-worker.
By The Water Lily6 years ago in Futurism
Arrows and Roses - Chapter 13
It had been hours since she left for home and he was still in his room pacing about, unable to sleep. It was funny, to think gods didn’t need sleep but still did it anyway, much like eating human food. It was enjoyable. There were several stories of the gods sleeping for years, so it shouldn’t be a shock that he enjoyed it as much as the next god did.
By The Water Lily6 years ago in Futurism
Arrows and Roses - Chapter 12
As we walked back to the castle, Persephone caught me by surprise. “Erosa, dear, your parents have already left, but Apollo will pick you up later.” She took my arm, linking it with hers as she led me through the castle, explaining to me what was happening, leaving Thanatos behind.
By The Water Lily6 years ago in Futurism
Half-Man: a Micro-Novella
The say a human heart can beat up to a hundred times a minute on a normal day. On a normal day, light hits your eye at 186,000 miles every second. And sound, well that just attacks your ear at 767 miles per hour. You know what that tells me? Life is violent.
By Richard Maganga6 years ago in Futurism
Broken Hearts Red Blend
Jessica sits alone at her kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee, nursing a slight hangover, and trying not to relive the humiliation of the night before. The night began well enough. She met her good friend Josh at their favorite café, and had a lovely meal. After that, they walked to the local theater to catch a late showing of The Breakfast Club. Had they gotten to the theater one minute sooner or later, she would have avoided seeing B.B. with his wife.
By Tiffany "Texas Wine Woman" Proske6 years ago in Futurism
The Redeemer of Vice City
Long before the earth was created, the fate of the balance of strong energies had begun to change. Both the positive and negative needed to find a happy medium. As the war for humanity's soul raged on for centuries, a new warrior on each side of good and evil could be chosen every four hundred years or so. Legends of mystics and powerful warriors coming together to compete in a tournament-style competition were held in high regard throughout Earth's history.
By LUiS Wrote THiS UNiVERSE6 years ago in Futurism
Arrows and Roses - Chapter 10
I woke in darkness. There was no light streaming through my window, nor were my pets begging for attention. I lay there confused, black silk sheets tangled around my body instead of white velvet. My eyes finally adjusted and I could see the embers of a dying fire in the fireplace. An open book lay on the floor as if it has been knocked off its shelf.
By The Water Lily6 years ago in Futurism
Double Rainbow [Part 2]
The day he’d woken to find the space beside him empty and cold, and an impossible encounter with an otherworldly man, had been long. There was five days left in Stockholm at that point, and while Elise and he had already wandered the medieval alleys, visited the suburbs and marinas, and had even taken a train farther east to see Norway, there was still an endless amount of places to visit. Jack drove himself to pull on pants, a shirt, and warm outerwear to meet the blustery days and walk the circuit around the docks. Hundreds of boats were moored in the harbor, depicting a maritime history that made his mind spiral with images of raging waves, adventure, and drumbeats. It had been enough to distract him, but time and again he’d look over his shoulder, hoping to find Elise there with a camera raised, ready to shoot. Elise loved candid photography, loved capturing him unaware and wide-eyed.
By Valerie Taylor6 years ago in Futurism
Double Rainbow [Part 1]
Jack looked at Elise taking a drag from the cigarette, at the way the tendrils of cool, gray smoke coiled around the curve of her lips and cheeks. The skin was slightly flushed from a night of drinking, and her hair was mussed from sweat. The surroundings were thrumming. The proximity of other people, the scent of alcohol, the drone of the overhead fans, and the multilingual utterances of the patrons. It was a bombardment of the senses, yet all Jack saw was her, in all her glory.
By Valerie Taylor6 years ago in Futurism
