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The Dreamer
She always knew she was different from everyone else. People around her were automatically set to move away even when all she did was enter a room full of people. The conversations would turn subdued, and everyone would steal furtive glances at her. She didn't think she was all that special or noteworthy, but apparently, everyone around her thought she was. She had developed an appreciation for what the women in Salem during the Witch Trials must have felt like. Not that she was a witch.
By Dana Garrett7 years ago in Futurism
You Must Get Out
Characters: Tusra and Anastra. As soon as they left the presence of the King and Queen, Anastra ran away from Tusra, feeling blood trickle down her face. Tusra tried to chase her, but he stopped as he felt like she needed the time to herself. He entered his room and closed the door behind him. Taking his half-moon monocle off, he slide down the door and sobbed. He had never seen the King so angry that he actually lashed out at Anastra before. He hit her with some force with the speed she fell back into him. There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Laying his head back onto the door, Tusra let the tear roll down his face as he thought of a way out for the Princess. There must be some loophole for her.
By . Durzarina .7 years ago in Futurism
A Tale of Two Hoods Chapter 4
Chapter 4: The Man With No Name Stargems burst to life on the walls of the tunnel the instant Rona’s feet hit the ground. She blinked a few times, her eyes trying to adjust to the new source of light. She glanced back at the opening above her. She had grown taller since her first trek down the Dragon Path, but it still sat just outside of her reach. With another person to boost her up, she could have managed, but she’d never brought anyone else to the secret tunnel. She turned back to that tunnel now, and inhaled deeply. Unlike the cemetery above, the Dragon Path was always imbued with a warm campfire smell. It made Rona feel at home, though she’d never ventured outside the gates of Kolor for camping or any other activity. Her parents had forbidden it on account of the monstrous wolf pack that terrorized the forest. And though the Red Cloak wrapped around her shoulders would offer some protection against Maugoru, she did not yet wield the garment’s full power.
By Wilbert Turner III7 years ago in Futurism
Looking for Something
Characters: Tusra and Anastra Tusra Greylock, clad in his usual blue and pale silver patterned long coat sat at his desk. Piles of books surrounded him, he plucked one from the pile and opened its pages. Smiling he adjusted his half-moon monocle and inked his quill. As soon as he was about to put quill to paper there was a loud sound.
By . Durzarina .7 years ago in Futurism
Elven Mystery
I sit on the soft moss that was growing throughout the tree, thinking to myself about what I could do to help the dying elven citizens. Were they poisoned? If they were poisoned, then why wasn't I poisoned? I don't understand what is happening here. Everyone is dying. The next thing I know, I hear a deep voice behind me trying to give some words of support and comfort.
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Futurism
Next Generation
I tried to stifle my screams of pain, the contractions were almost too much to take. After ten hours of contractions and biting on things to keep the screams from being heard past the walls of my cabin, I delivered her just after twelve noon, full head of jet black hair, ice blue eyes, distinct features; I could see all my loved ones in her new face. Her blood on my hands was the least of my problems, having just given birth to the next generation in a long line of witches. I could hear the wind howling outside. Off in the distance, I heard the dogs baying at a scent trail as I cradled my newborn daughter. I took the athame and cut the cord, laying her on the furs next to me. I got up to a squatting position as the next contraction expelled the afterbirth, which I disposed of in the fire.
By Emily A Dinwiddie7 years ago in Futurism
Legends on Loan: The House of Charming
Once there lived a nobleman who had a beautiful wife. The nobleman however was hideous, both inside and out. Every night would find him bringing home a different harlot from the local pub. Often he would make his beautiful, black haired wife sleep on the floor while he and whatever stranger he brought home that night would sleep on the bed.
By shattux shattux7 years ago in Futurism
My Lady Tree
My Lady Tree By Kelly Lee When I was a boy, I remembered seeing the tree. It was the most beautiful tree I had ever seen. It stood there majestically with part of the trunk and roots growing on the large boulder that made up part of its base. Bright green leaves decorated the branches, which seemed to glow in the sunlight. The wood and bark were lovely shades of brown, mossy green with red. It grew just outside the castle gates near a small ravine that took water to the village surrounding the fiefdom and the farmland nearby.
By Kelly Ganson7 years ago in Futurism
The Rosebush
The Rosebush By Kelly Lee The rosebush had been there almost as long as the house in which David Moore’s grandmother had lived. He remembered the rosebush for most of his life by the simple memories of his grandmother taking care of the plant and treating it with kindness. He knew the bush was there and that it existed, but he had never actually paid attention to it.
By Kelly Ganson7 years ago in Futurism
