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Wave Riders: Safety (Ch. 2)
The onyx mare moved more slowly these days due to pregnancy. Micha had had to request the help of another mare of the herd to help her see to her lead mare duties, as it was getting harder for her to get around quickly because of being near full term.
By Laura Gieg7 years ago in Futurism
Kiss Before Dying (Pt. 4)
Yesterday seemed like a distant memory. James was awakened by both the feel and sound of his stomach rumbling. Fortunately for him, his nose detected the aroma of whatever mouth-watering concoction Uncle June was whipping up in the kitchen.
By Wendell Mitchell7 years ago in Futurism
Don't Kiss Me
A seventeen-year-old, Raven Fields, never being kissed before is a bit abnormal now a days. Though in Raven's, case he's never been normal and he knows it because of his succubus mother. With a human father, he has a chance to be normal as well but if he ever exchanged fluids with another before his body matured his whole world would change. Growing up knowing he could never feed even by mistake takes a tole on a once so bright young lad.
By S.M. TOZER7 years ago in Futurism
High Mountain Pack (Ch. 2)
It had been a half hour jog back down the mountain and into town and yet I couldn't get the feeling of Aaron being so close to go away. I hated myself for feeling this way. I didn't want anyone to make me feel this way, much less the Alpha. I had no intention of ending up with those kinds of responsibilities. Besides, its not like he would want me anyway. I was far from the most beautiful woman in town and I was to tall. I was only a couple inches shorter then Aaron who was around 6'5". Growing up I was always picked on because women weren't supposed to be taller then most of the men in town. At 6'2" that meant I was taller then most of the men in town, except Aaron.
By Athenia P7 years ago in Futurism
Kiss Before Dying
James Mitchell entered through the main entrance of the Institute for Paranormal Studies. As he passed by doors labeled “Introduction to Magic” and “Vampiric Lore,” the admittedly nerdy side of his personality was intrigued by the prospect of learning about the paranormal.
By Wendell Mitchell7 years ago in Futurism
Tales of Edinife (Pt. 2)
Titus tightened the rope. The two friends acknowledged one another with a nod, Titus turned and headed for the four battling the mast and rigging. Taking hold and passing it to Gram they both helped to control the wild sails.
By Josh Hutchison7 years ago in Futurism
Rihanon
I met William when I was still Rihanon (half-French, half-Scottish). I didn't have to go under the name Morran, meaning “great one.” I always got a sense that I wanted to be there for him. He was wild-eyed and wild-haired. He seemed to need someone to calm him down from this warlike wild zeal he’d get in his eyes, like he was daring danger to take him further. He wanted to test his danger limits. I think he wondered if he had any.
By Alexandra F7 years ago in Futurism
The Creeper Virus
Finding Grey I'm going through my assigned aisle in Costco filling the cart and sending it off to the truck for unloading. My family and the survivors we've taken in have developed a system for cleaning out stores. We take everything that is practicable. Obviously we don’t need giant plasma TVs or surround sound systems, although we do take a few. Four groups of four enter the store. First we divide the sections then split up. Two people load the carts while the other two run them back and forth to the trucks. Our fleet of box trucks stands waiting outside the store. Today we were assigned Costco. I was going down my assigned aisle with my team when I found him. One of my best friends from high school. I started grabbing two pack of sea salt to load into the plastic storage bins when I saw a boot. I grabbed my knife and went on guard. Traveling up the aisle about four feet I swept the remaining packs aside and grabbed the his arm and drug him off the shelf. Immediately I pinned him and held my knife to his throat. I didn’t recognize him until he open his eyes and spoke. There is no man on earth with that voice and those grey blue eyes.
By Marie Becker7 years ago in Futurism
Patama Lake
Characters Kyle Philips—A 30 year old, born and raised in Miami, FL isn't a native to Patama Lake as he was stranded here when he was 28 so he knows some parts about the lake by asking around to villagers here who have lived here their whole life when he first arrived. He used to do small jobs here and there such as fishing, sometimes ride his bike to deliver newspapers to make extra bucks.
By Leah Mays7 years ago in Futurism
Tales of Edinife (Pt. 1)
The rain, like razors, slicing away at the skin on his cheeks. Gram Granitebeard clung on for his life by the side of Captain Yamas, Captain of the Dwarven cargo ship Stones Breath. The vessel was set upon all sides by a storm that had been predicted, but all warnings ignored in the pursuit of silver.
By Josh Hutchison7 years ago in Futurism
Lungo Viaggio
Tired, cold, hungry, in pain. My feet have torn through my shoes and have cuts and sores from hitting the tuff road. These once clean fitting clothes have turned into rags that are shedding off my body. From the time I started this journey; my smooth, young skin has become ruff, grey and cold. My once long and soft chestnut hair has knotted up into a grey nest. My feminine features have sagged and loosened. My once fit and peaceful body has tired and become incredibly painful to live in. This journey for purity and everlasting youth has taken my youth from me. Years spent on this road searching and waiting to taste from the desired fountain. Years wasted growing old on a road that has no end. Being a naive child, I believed the village tale of the winding road that lead to the silk water that when sipped by a selfless soul, gave them eternal youth.
By Bridget Barnes7 years ago in Futurism
Ascension
The entity isn't surrounding the boy, as the boy has pushed him and myself away. I get sick of my fallen status and the entity approaches donning their fiery wings.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Futurism