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The Fairy Godfathers Assistant
Today sucked. Really, really sucked. Have you ever had one of those days where Murphy's Law wasn't just active but doing the mambo on your karma? Yeah, that is my day. Murphy is an ass. Then again, what did I expect when my parents had the audacity to moon fate by naming me, Jinx. Jinx Fairweather Reginald Du Vua at your service. Gee! Thanks, mom and dad! You're the best. I groaned, staring at my mentor, waiting for the old geezer to finally get to his point.
By Mindi Bollig5 years ago in Futurism
Clues to Success
Welcome to the land of Zabeth. A place full of blessings, luck, and great fortunes. Here we welcome all types of love. It’s a magical space for those who do wish to create greatness and witness uplifting others who are far to gone to go and do it for themselves. It’s a self improvement atmosphere at all times. How great is that?
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Futurism
Excerpts from: Autobiography Of A Lost Royal Bloodline.Chapter I : "If I could only dream."
SIX NATIONS INDIAN RESERVATION LOCATED IN SOUTHERN ONTARIO, CANADA. There's a flurry of snowfall, darkness is all around, except for what the moon chooses to light up through the cloudy sky. There's a pack of wolves hunting me, closing in from the distance.
By Skawennahawii5 years ago in Futurism
Inbu’s Heart 7/10
Servants of the church were people that Prince Inbu had a lot of respect for. They submitted themselves to the royal family, the church, and to charity. A part of him felt bad that he had got them involved, especially the nuns. Every nun that he met were kind, even the strict ones that taught him how to read and write. He didn't know weather it got him anywhere, as he had servants that read to him, and servants that wrote on his behalf. His calligraphy was nowhere near as neat as it was five years ago, but the fact he could read and write opened up job opportunities for when his father exiled him.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
Dear Diary
I stood in line at Editions off Pauline Street where all the hipsters go, who rarely buy anything but who take up space. “Can I help who is next?” said a short woman behind the counter. Two earrings in her left. None in her right. A tattoo on her forearm. A crow, I think.
By William Barlow5 years ago in Futurism
Space Invaders
When I arrived at my father’s home it was in the condition I had expected. They had ransacked the place looking for anything to make sense of the recent abductions. With my security clearance they had reluctantly granted me lone access. They knew I was their best shot at unlocking any secrets from my father’s final days of research. I found my father’s VR visors and just as suspected, my unique neurolink ID gave me access to his holodesk. I’m sure they’re recording all of this, and I put on a good show, spending hours reviewing files on visitors who have overstayed their welcome. Knowing my father; he would never entrust any real conclusions to the digital realm. I had not seen my father or my siblings in almost 3 years.
By Jason Paulino5 years ago in Futurism
Inbu’s Heart 9/10
This was it. The final task. Looking back on the past few days since leaving home, Mei thought that she had done so well. It hadn't truly sank in how dangerous and difficult the tasks were. Her mother's advice had brought her here. Smiling through the pain and and struggles will help get you through it. There were times where her mother's words worked and times when it didn't. On that cold morning, thoughts of her mother brought her warmth.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
