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Fearless
There was a soft beeping noise and it subtly grew louder, and then there was the mechanical noise of air being pushed. My vision was blurry and undefined. I could see the light flooding in and then finally a man with glasses right up at my face. That's when it hit me; my head hurt. A lot. My tongue felt dry like sandpaper in my mouth. I could not remember the last time I felt so dehydrated. I turned my head and the doctor was saying something.
By Ada Zuba8 years ago in Futurism
The Absurdly Curious Story of Michael Staats
Sarasota, Florida is known to be a place of perpetual relaxation and happy feelings. Unfortunately, its population becomes less relaxed and happy when Michael Staats is standing nearby. At the crisp age of 47, Michael has devoted his life to the art of investment banking, and truly takes pleasure in confining himself to the world of finance. He was not the kind of person who stops to smell the roses, and he was certainly not the kind of person who took pleasure in the slow pace of the town surrounding him.
By Joe Schuler8 years ago in Futurism
A Dangerous Shade of Blue
It was 4:02 in the afternoon when the girl got home from school. Even though she got out at 2:30 PM, it took a while to walk all the way back to her house, seeing that it was far from any other places in the area. She didn’t have any neighbors. The house was completely isolated, sitting atop a tall hill. As she always did when she got home, the girl went straight to her bedroom. It was a one-story house with an attic, which was her room, separated from the rest of the house. Her room, with a mini fridge and a connected bathroom, was the only place in the whole house that she ever went: the attic was hers, the first floor was her mom’s.
By Skylar Rella8 years ago in Futurism
The Satyr's Song
Faint rays of sunlight pierced the mist-shrouded dawn, illuminating the faded mountain fortress. The light meandered through the high, open-air windows of the ancient stone bedchamber dancing across the closed eyelids of the satyr, bidding him to wake and greet the new day.
By D’radia Odinsdottir8 years ago in Futurism
Number 98’s Last Ride
The longer the shadows become in my life, The colder the breeze seems to be. The days roll on by… still I can't quite believe
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Futurism
The Burning Path
The People of the Two Suns were as gods to us. Like us in base, but unlike in all that matters. When I was a girl I would go to the places that they created and marvel in the glory of their works. Their structures touched the clouds, made of stuff from faraway and deep beneath the ground. And everything that came from them we considered holy. I would wake and behold new temples of a greatness that bested the efforts of all my kind as one. And all that they made, they made for us.
By RSacky8 years ago in Futurism
Fight for a Village
"Wake her up. Take the bag off her head." The priest commanded. A bucket of water was dumped on her head, with the bag still on. She started gasping. The bag was taken off her head.
By Michael Onstott8 years ago in Futurism
The Brass Society
I. The badge was new as the young pilot removed it from the collar of his chestnut leather jacket. Slightly warm, too, the heat of the engravings still glowing from under his touch. A smirk graced his lips as he set it aside on the console of his airship. He knew this would happen. Join the airforce and within a month he'd get promoted to the elite squad. Captain Gil Hawkes, himself of the Argentum air force, had told him personally that he had high expectations for the young pilot. Of course, with a high status came the high ranked missions. He just never would have expected a mission like this.
By Nicole Fenn8 years ago in Futurism
Mother Earth
MOTHER EARTH Her body fits snuggly in the tub. Heavy legs emerge from calm waters, angling up to rest on the edge, varicose veins map blue highways beneath pasty white skin. Her ankles are slim, she has always been proud of them, but their slimness makes a mockery of the rest of her. She wonders idly if they resent the task of carrying her weight. As she lifts each leg to run a washcloth over her ankles, her eyes wander up to her knee. Shapeless, her leg stretches out and the knee disappears beneath folds of fat. She admires her ankles again.
By Marian Toews8 years ago in Futurism
The Watchmaker
Tick. “Damn clock…” Once again I found myself in that same hallway. It's seemingly never-ending rows of foggy windowpanes shifted in and out of the corners of my eyes as I continued my anxious gait down the red-carpeted floors. These hallways were so long. Like instances and stretches of life. Hours flowed like seconds here. I was used to it by now, this dream had been with me since my father’s condition had gotten worse. I had become accustomed to gazing into these windows. I would stand there for what seemed like a lifetime in this dream watching the events play out before my eyes. Lives, people, things I knew, things past, and things to come, things that could have been, and things that will never be. My timeline stretched across this maze of windows.
By Tyler Fernandez8 years ago in Futurism
Orbis - Brief History Chapter 4
The term “Ari” is used to describe all elves. The term itself is a key word in the history of Orbis that represents the importance of magic and knowledge throughout the world. Draoix, the God of Magic, is often depicted as the Father of the Ari; Elves put this God above the chief deity Domini. The word Ari originates from the ancient Mystari Empire, where the elves were referred to only as Ari, whilst the men and beast folk were less than. Ari was a word of meaning, a title that depicted that of usefulness and resource. The Ari were slave soldiers. Auxiliaries, if you may. Some Ari were even given representation in the Mystari Empire. It was this reason that the elves adopted this title after the fall of the Mystari Empire. The Mystari used it to describe themselves. Why shouldn’t they? After all, they overthrew their masters. They deserved it. Names such as Galari translated to “Golden Skinned Elf” or illumari meaning “Glimmering white elf.”
By Dan ™8 years ago in Futurism
The Golden Fleece
Jason, once Captain of the Argo and leader of the Argonauts, now picked at the bamboo bars of his make-shift cage as he was carried along the trail on a pole by two of his taller men. The sun was out, and birds were chirping. Monkeys ranged above him hooting and screeching. The men, once his own, were singing a tawdry old sailors song. He was trapped in a cage, but also imprisoned in a fog of dumb cheer. Doom was straight ahead, and he could not escape it.
By H. Robert Mac8 years ago in Futurism