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The Chosen One Ch. 2
Chapter Two: Ceremony I really can’t stand the anticipation. The worry. The surprise. After today the sun no longer sets and rises like any other day. I’ll have responsibilities. I will have to learn how to not be normal. That’s scary to say. I no longer with be just Ava LionHart. I can feel something big is about to happen. It’s like some sick sense. I just need to sit down and breathe. I used to go to this place up the hill that looks over the town. I call it Avapolis. I found it. That makes it mine. My special hidden spot nobody can find me. I’ve only ventured out about 2 miles west on top the hill mostly because I'm scared what's out there but also because I’m afraid I may never come back. I might just keep walking one day and leave it all behind. Tonight my entire life is going to change. I don't know if it's good or bad. What lies ahead is probably the most nerve wracking thing I have ever experienced. Maybe I should just go, leave, never come back. Would anyone honestly miss me? I mean if Claire went missing the world might as well explode but me, I'm a lost cause. Everyone always stares and whispers about me. I'm the reject nobody wanted. See, I am not related to the mayor at all. He and his wife found me and raised me since I was a month old. It was known to be the hardest thing my mother did when she left me. But I've never once met my mom and never will. I enjoy life with the Lionharts. Nothing is more important in the world than family and trust me, I need them more than they need me.
By Ashley Laws8 years ago in Futurism
A Flower Made of Snowflakes
The Initiate heard his master’s voice as he sat, and he wasn’t sure if it was in his mind or his master was somewhere near by, hidden by the blackness of night. The snow had been steadily falling for days, covering him in a frigid sheet of white, and it was all he could do to keep from being consumed by the cold entirely. Occasionally, his body would convulse violently, spasming the excess snow off, only to have it replaced a few minutes later.
By Alex Brown-Irwin8 years ago in Futurism
Isis
Sandstorms clouded her vision of the far-off structure, causing her to squint hard. She had made it. She picked up her feet, following one after the other, to get out of the scorching heat and scratching wind, sprinkled with sand. She made sure her hair was tucked into her scarf and the material around her mouth and nose was secured to prevent her from coughing sand later.
By Faith Ackerman8 years ago in Futurism
Enchantress
Enchantress is what the world calls her. No one ever knew her real name. It’s been said that when she was only an infant, both of the child’s parents were killed by a massive avalanche in their home back in the North Cascades. She never got a chance to hear her name own name or get a visual of her mother and father. The snow covered the entire forest. However, the baby survived. It was about −63 °C that day and the temperature didn’t raise much higher than that the entire winter. An Ascended Master found the infant crawling at the peak of a snowy hill. The master was traveling with two of his students. He knew what occurred here. He felt the wave of death 300 miles away. The Master brought his students there to show them a release ritual. He wanted to make sure that every soul stuck there would reach the infinity. He was astounded to see a child. He handed his garments to one of the students and whispered to them, “This cannot be real.”
By Clarissa Washington8 years ago in Futurism
Alianza and I
Solitude seemed to engrave the memory further into my open mind as I laid in the sweetly comforting bed. It all seemed like it was a cataclysmic eruption of grape soda on a white t-shirt; the cactus leaf, the tawny color of the desert, and the unforgettable skies that still seemed to plague my heart with a constant yearning for its brisk wind. I could hardly wait for her arrival, this woman, her face a secret to my eyes. She promised me a visit if I were to return to my homelands and the owl late last night whispered in my dreams of her visit to me this afternoon.
By Elisa Miranda8 years ago in Futurism
Dancing with the Fireflies
Once a creature of the mortal world dies, there is a small period of time where the spirit hovers between the living world and the next. If left undisturbed, the spirit usually finds its way, and will fade. Humans have a harder time letting go… filled as they are with regret, hatred, and greed. Their weakness becomes their misery, causing their souls to distort; becoming tainted. They will always be the most foolish creatures.
By Elizabeth Keigher8 years ago in Futurism
The Dismantling of Saturn by Pluto
To live a life of exaltation. That was Saturn's only focus, and her focus gave her a sense of pride which masked the screaming monkeys that danced upon her frail shoulders. For it were these monkeys with whom she confided in among a sisterhood of Saturnian mind-folk — just as unusual as she. A sisterhood of control and restraint.
By Jordan Paul8 years ago in Futurism
