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The Judgement Bell (Chapter IV)
LOST AND FOUND Sheriff Hayes was driving home at the end of his shift. It was about six in the morning. He had been working almost non-stop since the last search team ceased action in finding Deputy Clay Wood. He worked most nights now because he wasn’t prepared to take another late-night call again. It had been almost six weeks since he disappeared. Sheriff Hayes had introduced new standard operating procedures to increase the safety standards for the department. One missing officer was one too many and damn if he wasn’t going to keep the rest of them safe. He should have been thinking about his retirement, but he wasn’t going anywhere until he found out what happened to Clay.
By Tom Szostak8 years ago in Futurism
The Jyro and Mystie Series: Aftermath
The purple fuzzy creature ate a bowl of cereal as she sat on my bed with me, using a tiny spoon that seemed perfect for her tiny little hands. As she's eating, I couldn't help but wonder if she ever slept at all. Not that I didn't believe that she didn't sleep, but she had no eyelids over her eyes. It was kind of interesting, the fact that she was alive and had no eyelids at all. If she did sleep, how would she be sleeping?
By Shyra Rodgers8 years ago in Futurism
A Magical Night
It was a night like every other except that this night I decided that I was going to finally talk to him. We have been friends for a while and he knows all about my powers and he doesn't care. That's why this night will be perfect, it is on nights like this will all the magic in the sky my magic will be at its peak. I can tell Tony how I feel about him, showing him in the most amazing way possible. I told my parents what my plans were and they have mixed emotions about it. What I plan to do it kind of like getting engaged, I will be promising myself to him in the hopes that he feels the same way. If he doesn't it will be a long time until I am ever able to do it again, and that's if the other males in my coven don't find out and think that since Tony is human that I chose one over the other. What they don't understand is there has never been anyone but Tony. He understands me when no one else gets it, and I never have to tell him when something is wrong because he just knows it. It's like he senses me or when I am thinking about him and he is either there in front of me or I get a call or text.
By Anie Williams8 years ago in Futurism
A Princess from the Clouds
The Stravanian Princess sat on the stoop of the tree. She brushed her black hair and placed it in a ponytail, with a pipe in her mouth puffing weed in the air; her calm grey eyes still examined me as I lay on a pile of roses, making sure I was safe. She then continued to look over my infant self and a pit bull puppy playing with one another; she lit up her pipe once more and exhaled the sweet smell of Mary Jane. This peculiar earthy scent danced and twirled as if it were a ballerina, spinning its sweet flowery scent in the air then flowing straight into my nose. This ballerina managed to awaken me from my slumber.
By K. Alexandra8 years ago in Futurism
The Hourglass
Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay in this dream world where her father didn't come home drunk every night, where her mother wasn't crying and escaping her own abusive reality with all kinds of drugs, where her brother wasn't intentionally hurting others to make himself feel better by sleeping around and breaking hearts. In her dream, everything was the way it was supposed to be for an eleven-year-old living in New York City.
By Mensur Hamzabegović8 years ago in Futurism
The Judgement Bell (Chapter III)
CHAPTER III UNEXPECTED GIFTS The entire Department at the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale University was called in for a 2:00 AM delivery of the Brandt Foundation Book Donation. There were easily 50 people there to oversee the curating and cataloguing of all the books in the donation. Each book would be logged then photographed. The next step would be to examine each page thoroughly by at least two people to find any and all abnormalities that could either be fixed or noted to maintain its provenance. The Brandt Foundation gave a good portion of its estate to Beinecke which equaled a couple hundred books at the least. In order to make the process go a bit faster, groups were pre-assigned, and the list was posted outside the receiving area. This would give everyone a chance to get acquainted with everyone in their assigned group.
By Tom Szostak8 years ago in Futurism
Hello to My Present Life
There we were... Surrounded by trees that were forever flowing within the cool breeze... We stand facing each other with something precious and dear to us in our arms, I remained holding my infant self, while Present was holding a little bear; a bear that resembled Winnie the Pooh... my sister's favorite childhood character.
By K. Alexandra8 years ago in Futurism
The Mighty Minotaur and the Sea Serpent
Once upon a time there was a land filled with creatures both big and small, skinny and fat, short and tall but among all of them reigned the Minotaur. His great body towered above all, his horns thrust into the sky like a pointed crown, his chest was wide like a tree trunk and his arms were like great branches from his torso. The Minotaur truly believed himself to be the greatest creature of them all and he took a home upon the tallest mountain, from there he would look down upon all the creatures below him and bellow “Truly there is no creature greater than I, I am more intelligent than the wisest owl, faster than the tiny birds that flitter from tree to tree, stronger than the oldest oak of the Great Forest. Truly there is no creature on this land greater than I”. Each and every day he would bellow this from his perch upon his mountain letting his strong voice rumble down the mountains, through the trees and over the hills and not one creature dare speak against him for they all agreed he truly was the greatest creature of them all.
By Liam Pollard8 years ago in Futurism
The Veteran's Tale
“You ever seen Goblin's sonny?” the grizzled veteran asked, coughing over his pipe as he packed it with tobacco once again. “It ain't like the Sagas, I'll tell you that! They mostly come at night, and you don't see 'em 'til they are almost on you, 'cause they can see in the dark, you see! What you need is some of them Felixiads with you, 'cause those cat men can see in the gloaming almost as good as the greens do. Only you ain't no Felixad, and you can't see 'em coming. You hear 'em well enough, though, hammering them kettle drums like the heralds of doom, the Boom! Boom! Boom! And as the hammerin' gets closer you lose your bladder, believe me, you do!” The old man lit the pipe as the youngster titters, mockingly.
By Bryan Irving8 years ago in Futurism
The Warrior in the Dark Part 1
There was screaming from the front entrance of the ball room. The ball room gleamed gold from the candle light reflecting off of the golden floor and the candle sticks. Her Royal Highness, Princess Mariana Elaine di Halen, stood tall against the wall next to her father’s throne. Everyone thought that she was strange due to the fact that even to a black tie event she preferred to wear men’s clothing to women’s clothing. "It is my duty to protect Father and Mother and I don’t care what other people think." She looked over the crowd and tried to find where the screaming was originating from.
By Tatiana Funkhouser8 years ago in Futurism
The Judgement Bell (Chapter II)
CHAPTER II THE COLLECTOR Alastair Brandt was known in the academic world as one of the top scholars to translate and authenticate rare and ancient texts. He had procured several rare first editions over his years that could he was happy to lend to Universities or Museums for study. He would even lend them to people for the sheer joy of reading them for entertainment. This was the reason most books had been written; to entertain and enlighten. It was the masters that could enlighten the mind and enthrall a reader at the same time; think and reason while being entertained. But he also had several other books, tomes, and scrolls from millennia past that was of religion, politics, or history. Alastair had always thought that a day without learning five new things was a wasted day.
By Tom Szostak8 years ago in Futurism
