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Rise of the Oni King Part 2
Diolnaga did not sit on his throne, like so many would, in that barren camp. After moments of deliberation with mother, Diolnaga dispatched three of the four guardsmen who remained to find and return his fleeing subjects, explaining that Diolnaga would be kind to any who returned. The fourth, he questioned:
By Caleb Sherman8 years ago in Futurism
Rise of the Oni King Part 1
Our story begins, as many stories do, a long time ago in a distant land, with the birth of our hero. He is born, as all of his people are, during a great storm that tears the land asunder. Lightning cracks and thunder rocks the earth in a plains-land where a tribe of red-skinned, brown-haired beings reside. These creatures are known as Onis, and legend has it that whenever an Oni mother goes into labor her great pain causes even the heavens to protest, so was the case when Diolnaga was born.
By Caleb Sherman8 years ago in Futurism
Whispering Moonlight
I touched the surface of the water gently with the edge of my toe, testing the temperature and feel of it. Where my the tip of my toe grazed the surface, little waves of water rippled across the edge of the pool. The steam hanging in the air around me was highly misleading. I stepped into the room thinking that the water would be hot or at least very warm, but it was rather cool. Not too cold like the ocean but cool enough to invite a slight chill. I looked around to make sure no one was watching and submerged my foot in the water. As soon as I did I felt a tingling and then couldn’t feel my foot. My initial thought would have been to panic but this was different. It was like every muscle in my foot had relaxed. I moved further into the water submerging my body up to my neck and let out a gentle sigh. This was nicer than I anticipated.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 2: 20 Years Later
A boy stood on his porch watching the sunrise. He wore dirty brown pants covered in mud and other stains, along with a white shirt with a brown vest over it. He had golden brown hair and his eyes were a beautiful auburn color. He was both muscular and a little chubby, and he was about 21 years old. He was watching the gates of the city where he lived as if waiting for something—or someone.
By Christopher Jimenez8 years ago in Futurism
The Beginning of the End
A screaming comes across the sky as he begins to descend from the heavens to the earth in a flash of light so bright that it should have blinded us all right then and there if it weren’t for our brains and vision being clouded with the evil that was about to rise. A loud explosion was heard from the ground as his brother comes forth from the depths of Hell to finally do as he has wanted to do for so long. He rose up wearing armor as black as the night sky with hair that was both glowing and dimming in the light all at the same time. He brandished a scythe that was clearly handmade to do his bidding and destroy anyone who got in his way. He rode in on a chariot just as dark in color, the chariot was lined with gold and pulled by two excessively large black Clydesdale horses with flames coming out of their eyes, and engulfing their manes. As people look around some of them begin to collapse upon the ground in a flash of light and others became dressed in full armor black as night with gold trim outlining it and weaponry that only could have been created from pure obsidian. Those that collapsed were soon seen in the sky flying down with angelic wings, and dressed in armor made from white metal with silver trim, and they are prepared to fight for what they believe in. I was one of those dressed in armor still on the ground preparing myself for a battle that, little did I know, would bring the earth to an end. One that would make the world either a better place entirely or one that is even worse than it already was. This was it, either it would be the last fight or the first battle, but either way I knew who I had to fight with, and the choice wasn’t even mine to make, but then it hit me like a fast approaching train with no hopes of stopping; my brother is up there.
By Glenn Riddle8 years ago in Futurism
Aje of Existence
Only 23 years old, Aje had her entire life to look forward to, or so it would seem. For some time now Aje had been feeling alone, as if no one really cared what the hell happened to her. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend, yet again, because the egoistical bastard had decided to run off with someone else...and her money. She didn't have much left; luckily she had finished her last year of university by the time things started to gradually deteriorate into the piece-of-shit place she found herself in now.
By Andrea Marcus8 years ago in Futurism
