fantasy
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The Little Black Book
She will be 25 years old tomorrow. Staring in the bathroom mirror in disbelief, she runs her hands through her damp hair, then over her freshly washed face. She checks her forehead for age lines and her eyes for youthfulness. She inhales then exhales very slowly. She opens the cabinet to remove her purple toothbrush and coconut toothpaste. After brushing, she runs her tongue over her clean teeth. She rinses her mouth and places the items back on the cabinet shelf. A low sigh is released as she takes one last look at herself before heading to her bedroom.
By Tabatha Ann/ Tee Mee5 years ago in Futurism
St. Catherine's Home for Lost Souls
I woke up to the sound of the Mourning Dove song. A simple question from that soft breasted bird: who. . . who. . . who. I don’t answer back, they already know me. Even though it’s only early morning the room is already glowing with light. It’s a small humble place with walls and ceiling of smooth white stucco, and the bed sheets I lay in are made of crisp white cotton. To my left is an old oak door that leads to the hall, and to the left of the door is an old oak wardrobe with all my possessions. At the foot of my bed below a thin window, rests a small pine desk with a chair. To the left of the desk is a door-less doorway leading to the balcony. To the left of the balcony doorway is a porcelain sink with a small pocket mirror sitting on the windowsill above. If anyone else had just woke up in this room they might have mistaken it as a little cell in Heaven.
By Chase Howell5 years ago in Futurism
The Twilight Realm
Amber light filled the solarium, leaded windows throwing geometric shadows on the tiled floor. The room was small and warm, filled with plants and low cushions for relaxing in the afternoon sun. A hospital bed was nestled in the far corner, made up with blankets and pillows in warm, rich hues, softening the hard lines of its metal frame. A woman was nestled among them, her face turned to watch the birds washing in the morning dew just outside the window.
By Emily Bryant5 years ago in Futurism
The Playground
Adrian stumbled through the streets, tired and hungry as he ever was. He longed for the days when his life wasn't in shambles and had meaning. It's been a year since the day he lost his job, six months since Lauren left him with little Cindy to go live with her mother. The bank repossessed the house three months ago and he has been living rough on the streets ever since. Adrian tried his best to find new employment, the only skills he had was making horseshoes but those weren't needed on these new-fangled automobiles. Tripping on an unseen stone, Adrian landed face first in a mud puddle. Sputtering and shaking his head as he climbed to his knees, Adrian spotted a small black notebook lying in front of the puddle oddly clean and dry in comparison to the dingy alley behind the shops where Adrian had gone in search of food.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)5 years ago in Futurism
The Story of Serah and Garonx
I wake up with a start, staring into the darkness that might as well be the void. Something disturbed my slumber, what could it have been? Slowly I stretch my limbs, the soft clink of gold coins as the tumbledown around me echoes around my chamber. I pause, listening hard for the ragged breathing of the terrified intruder that might be. There! In the corner, I can hear the soft trembling whimpers of an invader! Inhaling deeply, I light the deadwood I have stocked up in the corners with my fire, then turning my bright emerald green eyes to the invader, I see it's a young human child. I lean in closely, smelling the fear roll of this youngling. She, for I can determine it is a female child, is dressed in what I presume to be a dirty pale gray nightshirt with bare feet. Her tear-stained face is staring up at me in terrified silence under a mess of tangled dark brown hair.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)5 years ago in Futurism
the Green Door
Between the bookshelf and piano in Aunt Lavender's parlor, there was a sap green door. Slightly worn and happily settled as if it had hung there since the dawn of time. I always felt foolish to have forgotten it, when it had clearly been here all along. I reached out to turn the knob and explore beyond, but instead I opened my eyes and remembered - it was only a dream.
By Katrina Hawley5 years ago in Futurism
Aurora: Untold
There is not much I can tell you about my past that is significant. I am only 16 years old. I have lived a good life up until now being a princess and all. Everyone thinks that it is so fantastic but really its only...ok. I mean princes are always trying to marry you. People are always asking for your help and on top of all that there is no such thing as being "normal".
By Allison Weber5 years ago in Futurism
Write Back
It just looked like an ordinary black notebook. I found it in a box while cleaning up the garage. It didn't stand out in any real way aside from the odd choice of parchment for the pages rather than regular paper. I don't even remember how I got it; yet, I got this weird sense of déja vù about it. I swore I found it before.
By Adam Wallace5 years ago in Futurism
