fantasy

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2354 BCE Northern Ireland The sun rose over the green marshes and dense forests of Ireland as the elders sang their awakening song on the cliffs of the mountain.
By Jay Tilden8 years ago in Futurism
Remembering Hell
It all started on the day she was born—or, in this case—found. The skies were blanketing themselves in rows of purple velvet, and the wind was striking through the old, New York’s Finest Albany Pecan Orchard, with a vengeance that promised a heck of a beat-down on the rows of defenseless tree limbs.
By Briana Vanhoy8 years ago in Futurism
Wave Riders: Safety
Micha peered over his shoulder to assess the condition of his fellow travelers; to a being, they were tired, struggling to keep their wings flapping to maintain the precious foot of space between them and the water below. A colossal blue head broke the surface, followed by an even bigger shell. The bronze Vorum started circling to land, leading the rest of them to a landing on the shell. Upon landing, he began issuing orders.
By Laura Gieg8 years ago in Futurism
The Shadows: It's Just the Beginning
Prologue Not so long ago, humans created a path of destruction due to their inability to change. During this path, they created a new planet, and a new world, unlike history has seen before. This planet, decaying from human pollution, was on its last leg of life. In this broken world lived creatures and humans. These creatures had coexisted with humans since the start of their existence. The creatures lived in the shadows, hiding their existence from the humans. Humans, as far as they could recall, had never known of these creatures existence until it was too late. The creatures lived quietly in peace, away from the humans, until it was clear that the humans were destroying the world that they all lived in. Slowly over time, these creatures emerged, the ones who emerged first were those that looked human. These creatures appeared visually as human, but only the other creatures knew what they really were. These creatures possessed powers, some were able to control the elements while others could change their appearance if needed. The powers that the creatures held were vast and too many to actually keep track of. These non-human creatures lived in human society and began their lives pretending to be human. Some started their lives as doctors and scientists trying to fix the world that the humans had started to destroy. They used their powers to help fix the world they had no part in destroying just so that everyone could survive.
By Marissa Z8 years ago in Futurism
Miss Independent (A Chapter Book)
It was the year 2010. It was the ending of winter and spring was slowly starting to grow through the thawed land. All was beautiful, calm, and tranquil.
By Ashelyn Abrego8 years ago in Futurism
The Misplaced: Finale
CHAPTER 23: EVAN It was another three days before they reached the lands under the rule of Lord Defoe, the last of the Dark Lords. As they approached his castle, they were met by a small army of his acolytes.
By Richard Jones8 years ago in Futurism
The Misplaced: Segment 3
CHAPTER 17: PANGA The dagger was a welcome addition to Panga’s wardrobe. She wasn’t as vocal about it, but she didn’t like being sent to safety any more than Jadin did. She often thought that her abilities were the weakest of the group. Unlike Alectra she couldn’t manipulate emotions. She could only influence an emotion that she, her target, or people nearby were currently feeling. In addition, those emotions had to be naturally occurring. She couldn’t tag team with Alectra or Jadin. She couldn’t spread Jadin’s ecstasy or an emotion that Alectra had manipulated. The only way she had been able to work with Alectra against the Sheriff, for all the good it did, was because she herself was feeling scared.
By Richard Jones8 years ago in Futurism
The Misplaced: Segment 2
CHAPTER 10: ALECTRA Not for the first time, Alectra was grateful for the horses. Without them, she was certain they couldn’t have put enough distance between themselves and the dragon. In addition, none of the boys were in any condition to walk. The strain of defeating the dragon had taken everything out of each of them. The girls rode out ahead of them in V formation, Alectra in the lead with Jadin slightly behind her to her left, and Panga equal to Jadin to her right. Alectra glanced over at Panga with resentment. She didn’t appreciate how she had called her out for suggesting the dragon should be killed and thought even less of how she had influenced her emotions. She didn’t care that she knew she had done the same to the others. Someone had to say it. It just so happened to be her.
By Richard Jones8 years ago in Futurism
The Enchanted Forest
Stella lived in a wooden house in the highest hill of the highest mountain. She lived by herself. Her only true companion was nature and its beauty. Every night Stella watched how the moon lit the night. She watched in awe how the moon’s reflection shined in the lake below the mountains. One night, Stella went to watch the moon, as she did every night. This time, it was different. The moon wasn’t shining as it usually did. Stella got scared and thought:
By Ana Rey8 years ago in Futurism
The Misplaced
CHAPTER 1: EVAN Evan’s fist connected with another of… he didn’t really know what to call them, exactly. Mindless ones, perhaps. At the moment, he was only sure of three things:
By Richard Jones8 years ago in Futurism
Current
A blood-curdling shriek filled the air. My heart jumped into my throat. I hadn’t expected anyone else to be out on the beach at four in the morning. Something told me to go towards the sound, telling me to ignore the mini heart attack just then.
By S.D. Trinity8 years ago in Futurism
The Engagement
I am watching them. I am watching them as they laugh, as they eat, as they walk, as they breathe; it is I who watches them. She has a certain kind of glitter in her eyes as she speaks with him but he seems to be hiding something behind his. She is a tall, thick beauty with eyes the colour of a peach pencil crayon and gorgeous long light brown hair. Her skin is peach a sprinkled with freckles. He has short black hair styled into a pompadour and smooth light brown eyes. He’s tall and well-defined and his skin is olive and smooth save for his goatee. I taste these interesting details on the tip of my tongue as I follow them along the garden path.
By Shenique 8 years ago in Futurism