fantasy
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How I Fell
When an angel falls, it's one of the worst things in the world. Picture an island that had an abundance of life to it that now lays barren; even that wouldn't come close to explaining how it feels to be a fallen angel. When you fall from the sky, the other angels watch, and some mock, laugh, and others cry. The heavens open and expel their tears for you.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Futurism
Know It All
I was sitting in class when it happened... It was supposed to be a good day... I was supposed to go home and celebrate my mom’s birthday... I was never afraid of anything as much as I was afraid of myself in that moment... It was supposed to be a good day.
By Dania Diab7 years ago in Futurism
Keep Calm, Eh? Pt 3
“Hey, can I get a chicken shawarma wrap, with extra garlic sauce and pickled turnips please!” I love this place, Shawarma Emperor, serves the best Shawarma plate and wrap this side of the Atlantic. Terrible name though, no flair, doesn’t roll off the tongue, and it sounds like three other Shawarma places around the city! Downtown there’s Shawarma King, uptown is Emperor Shawarma, and in the industrial part of town a rinky-dink little food truck called Shawarma Lord rolls around.
By Gareth Read-Ellis7 years ago in Futurism
Into the Nothing—Part 2
I woke up in the same room. The white walls, the heavy blanket. There was no other furniture in the room. I was going deaf from the silence. I turned my head a little bit more and saw a man standing behind the bed. His hands were on the metal and the metal was glowing red. He was staring at me, but seemed to be looking through me at the same time. I looked at bit closer into his eyes and saw that his pupils had bright red dots in their centers. They were the same color as the hot metal. I didn’t move. I wasn’t afraid, but I wasn’t comfortable either. My mind was very calm. I felt like I knew him but I knew I didn’t at the same time. The only familiar thing about him were the red dots. They were the only part of him looking at me.
By Dania Diab7 years ago in Futurism
Never Let Go
As Zefaer wakes up in his cold little home in the woods, knowing it had rained the night before as it was damp, he hears all the animals coming out at the morning light. Taking the light peeking through his window as his cue to get ready for hunting today, he sits up in his creaky bed.
By Cheyenne Aeternum7 years ago in Futurism
The Lycan Diaries
When I was little, the other pups would always push the boundaries my father and mother had set for us. We were always warned about outsiders and the dangers they posed. Roland, the Ulfric of the pack, looked to his daughter. “Zooma, you have disobeyed my orders. You shall be punished.” I always was linked to the other pups, even if I was not anywhere near them, and all because I was the princess.
By Tasha Lucas7 years ago in Futurism
The Legend of Smitebeard
Deep under the rocky hide of the Giant’s Thumb Mountain, the Dwarven city of Gun’Idur bustled with trade. The city market had thrived for hundreds of years since the Molten King had opened the Dwarven city’s doors to trade with the world above. For thousands of years they had remained isolationists, and for some time it suited them. But the deeper they dug, the more trouble the city was brought. They were not the mountain’s only inhabitants, and their resources wore thin. Opening trade enabled them to bolster their supplies, share secrets of craft with the humans and elves, and even employ other races into their ranks.
By Benjamin Peck7 years ago in Futurism
