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The Absurdly Curious Story of Michael Staats Chapter Four
During the aftermath of the battle, Michael looked at the destruction around him. Several trees had been knocked down, and the rainbow pool had been turned into a murky shade of discolored gray. Made sense—given the fact that colors slowly turn black in the absence of light, and all dark energy was was the absence of good, lighter energy.
By Joe Schuler7 years ago in Futurism
A Tale of Two Hoods Chapter 2
“Did mosquitoes ever sleep?” he wondered. There were creatures who rose with the sun every morning, their strength fueled by that golden orb’s warmth. There were fiends of the night, monsters and demons and animals who prowled the darkness. There were even beasts who slept through the winter, their eyes shut against the cold and barren world. Even Maugoru needed rest, or so Adrian assumed. Insects did not sleep. The first frost of each year pushed the bugs onto new courses for warmer weather and smothered those left behind. On nights like this, in the middle of summer, it was easy to forget that men and women ruled this world. For, when they fell silent, the ever present bug buzz held dominion over the land. It was this buzzing that nudged Adrian back into his senses, nightmares of the burning forest replaced by the soft light of the Rangers’ medical house.
By Wilbert Turner III7 years ago in Futurism
Cocktail of Cats
On a dark night, two twin sisters went through a series of weird events. The twins Azeroth and Zarate were both 19, and they were searching for love. But the twins were rude and cold hearted. They treated any boy with no respect and they still expected to get love in return. Living in Muir Woods there wasn’t much selection except the boys they knew very well growing up with. They wouldn’t mind dating any of them, but the boys had no interest in them. They were tired of trying and just wanted a stable relationship. The night was October 31st, halloween and they decided to go to the local dance. They arrived at the dance and noticed people out of town were there. The night was perfect for them to get out and meet new boys.
By Bianca Furger7 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 1: Because I Said Yes
I opened my eyes and turned to the left side of my bed, the windows. I could not see any sunlight, the night was still peepin’ in. I blinked then grabbed my iPod touch generation 5. I pressed the power button and saw that the lock screen reads that it is 12:01 AM. 'Today’s a new day,' I thought to myself. 'But... I just want to fall back asleep.' Without a doubt, I went right back to sleep.
By Pa Yeng Moua8 years ago in Futurism
Glass Through Mirrors
I never knew a set of doors could be so scary, like a give-you-nightmares-for-months type of scary. Who would have thought a slab of mahogany could be so frightening? Terrifying even. I guess it wasn't the doors themselves that scared me; it was what lay behind the doors that scared me. My new life. My new scary, dangerous, humiliating life.
By Amatsi Writes8 years ago in Futurism
We the Tenth
Shadows slice at the unwieldy in our world, slashing and taking aim at those who would find themselves worthy to make targets of themselves to benefactors and the just resolute. We, the Shadow's weapons, are tasked with joining clans of familial ties and made to exterminate. That's just it, this story of ours is of those who would strive against the idea of our families' and our clans' reigns. Each of us has our reasons to want to be away from our clansmen, be it our choice, theirs, or fates. Regardless of why—we are here, and we're going to pursue our own justice against this entire rule of the Nine Clans.
By VillainousTitan8 years ago in Futurism
The First Fox
Fear: Irish for “man”Etymology is important in the story of the fox. They meet, as beings most often do, at the beginning. They open their eyes and see before them rolling green hills and tall, proud forests, quiet and serene, untouched save for a gentle breeze. Their eyes adjust to the light and take in every inch of sky, grass, earth, and water. His eyes pass over the horizon and drink in the sky and all that could lie beyond; hers settle on the earth, cutting deep into the forest and relishing the details in every blade of grass, every wrinkly cut in the bark of each tree. After a time, their eyes settle on one another—his, blue and vast, a reflection of that which he desired. Hers, an amber, deep and multifaceted, rooted to that which she held dear.
By Samantha Stone8 years ago in Futurism
Shed
The machines do their thing and I mine. As best I can. They beep and I wheeze with old lungs not ready to peter out. Sunlight comes through the only window as I lay still, watching it change the tone of colors onto the generic wallpaper that threatens a headache when gazed upon. I lay here and think. Guess that is all you can do at the end of your life. People leave and leave you to your thoughts. As the song goes… Regrets, I got a few. The biggest is one I have had to live with for sixty years.
By Ernie Howard8 years ago in Futurism
William Schomp
Prologue He was just another a guest speaker. I hadn’t even planned to go to the lecture hall that day. I certainly didn’t care to listen to another grumpy old man. Who was just going to tell us how important it was for us to learn what we were being taught and help fight the Nazis and Japs. They had already paraded out three others that month, blathering on about the greatness of serving our country, how we were the future. One or two I wouldn’t have minded, but the last one didn’t even seem to believe the line he was paid to feed us. Any student who had bought into their spiel had already enlisted or were leaving at the end of the semester. Four in one month was beginning to border on cruel and unusual punishment. This newest one didn’t even sound like a war veteran, William Hartung Schomp, a Private Detective, art recovery expert, and a local paranormal big wig. Anyone who had lived in the city for more than a year or two had heard of him. To most of us, it just seemed as if they had run out of real veterans or local heroes from “the Great War” and were hauling in local celebrities to talk to us.
By Jeremy Sheppard8 years ago in Futurism
The Absurdly Curious Story of Michael Staats Chapter Three
“I demand that you tell me what you know at once!” shouted Michael for what Conrad felt was about the thirtieth time. “As I have said before,” Conrad replied pleasantly, refusing to allow Michael to provoke a rise in anger out of him, “If you don’t already realize it, then you will eventually figure it out. If you do realize what’s going on, then you are deeply in denial, which is to be expected considering you lived your entire life in denial.”
By Joe Schuler8 years ago in Futurism
