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A Tale of Two Hoods
He had grown used to the howling. Adrian pulled the green hood over his blond hair as the wolf howls reached a crescendo. The chorus of shrill voices could be heard every night, even inside the city walls. As a child, he could remember sneaking into his mother’s room, afraid that the wolf pack was just outside the bedroom window. Adrian could hardly remember his mother’s face, but her words from those nights still reverberated in his ears.
By Wilbert Turner III8 years ago in Futurism
A Glimpse of Heaven
I woke to the sound of birds singing, butterflies dancing around my face, and a blade of grass tickling my nose. This did not feel like the same place I had fallen asleep only a few hours ago, my stomach in a knot from worrying about financial difficulties. Was I dead? Maybe, but I didn't feel dead.
By Denise Willis8 years ago in Futurism
When Time Stopped
So there I am, walking down the street, minding my own business, earbuds in boppin' to some T Swizzle (Taylor Swift to the layman) and just as I began walking across the road "Schtublam!" A car smacked me right in the kneecap. I thought, 'Fuck this is it, I always thought I would take an edible and get into a fight with that one yoked homeless guy; but no, it’s this old fuck who looks like he’s going to croak tomorrow anyways. He had to take me down with him. Curse you, fate!' Only, I wasn’t dead. In fact, it was like some superhero shit just happened because the car stopped in place. Like seriously, it stopped right at the moment of impact. Maybe Stan Lee over here is just Neo with the breaks, so I kindly flip him off, tell him to go stick a cork in his ass and go about my day. I still need eggs after all. Gotta get a healthy amount of protein to round out my macros, that sorta thing. But, as I come to Cahuenga Blvd., all of the cars were stopped. Not like regular LA traffic stopped with all the yelling and frustration included, but truly stopped, frozen in time. So now I’m starting to think that I did eat an edible and am just losing my mind right now, weed always makes time go by at a snail's pace. But I kid you not, all of the cars, and all of the people inside of the cars were just perfectly still. So I walk up to the edge of the street, still making sure to look both ways mind you, I am a safe citizen, I also looked around for any cop cars. Maybe this is just an elaborate way to catch me with a jaywalking ticket, you never know.
By Archie Archuleta8 years ago in Futurism
'Soulcalibur'
Prologue. 1564 Lightning flashes. Pale blue streaks jump across the dark grey sky as the thunder booms. The tense ocean mist swallowing everything. Harsh rain pours over the seas, descending from the billowing clouds. The waves grow rapidly inch by inch. Tides rise and fall back again, crashing onto The Adrian, a strong vessel sailing in its waters. Raging currents hit against the large ship, as its watery edges fizz over the wooden barrier and whisks through the air.
By Alexandra Roybal8 years ago in Futurism
Dirty Little Secret
It was hilarious in a pathetic sort of way how utterly unaware humans were. How they could sit within arm's reach of a predator, of a monster, and be none the wiser to the danger that sat sizing them up for whether they'd make a tasty meal or not. And it was even more pathetic when the humans that were the predators of their fellows were unaware of the apex predator that stared them down.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Futurism
Beautiful World: Transgression
My name is Lorien; Lorien Delgado if you must know. I am who leads the rebellion. This story I'm about to tell you is a story of my own. A story of my life that I will tell you from the memories that haunt me every time I close my eyes. They run through my thoughts constantly– forever burned in my mind. I'm unable to escape the tragedy, pain, and sorrow I beheld. For my story has no good end.
By Selenia Mendez8 years ago in Futurism
Kieran's Revenge
Kieran's Revenge The midday sun beat down relentlessly on the body strewn battlefield as soldiers from each side retrieved the bodies of their fallen comrades for burial, burning, or whatever funerary rites their respective gods demanded of them. Flies buzzed over the bloated bodies, their incessant droning filling the ears of the men. The stench from the sun baked field was tremendous, and those that were unlucky enough to pull this horrible duty wore plague masks, the long snouts stuffed with fragrant flowers. This did little to cover the smell of the dead and dying, and many men retched and gagged as they went along their task.
By Jeremy Andrews8 years ago in Futurism
A Monster Within
There was a place in which the world was smaller but more diverse. This place was commonly known as Verice. It was a dwarf planet inside its own solar system in a dimension nearly connected to the dimension of the human race. But in this realm, monsters were more than legend. As real as they were, there still lived a version of humans who populated the world ten thousand to one. Some would find it lucky to be born as a monster, but recently, they were afraid to be one. The humans began to fear them and in that fear, they became violent. The safety of their children is the excuse they would use to justify such acts of savagery. Quite sad the times have become...
By Starlight Wolfe8 years ago in Futurism
