fantasy
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The Portal
Adrianna Del’Lorian was sailing seconds ahead of the biggest storm this side of the Narrow Sea. She was headed directly towards a narrow strip of water between the two cliffs of Hun’ray on the Shadow Coast of East Valenia. There were whispers, of a portal between worlds existing between the famed cliffs. As she approached the chasm, her elvish eyesight pierced the shadows and saw a faint cerulean ripple in between the cliffs. The storm raged around her, then abruptly she was sailing down a clear turquoise river in the famed land of the Everinheim where all kinds of wondrous creatures existed. Up ahead was a white jetty made of what appeared to be a single piece of granite, magic she thought. As she tied up her boat she realised a gentleman was waiting on her arrival. On closer inspection it was a half-man, half-troll wearing a back brace and dressed like a 1920’s English manservant.
By Matthew Dawson6 years ago in Futurism
Why Me?
Finishing the Town Everyone started pitching in to get the town ready; they even had some members of the Elite pack that came to help. They could get a lot done to improve the families of the pack and the town. They could get thirty-five homes built and we do three stores at the end of the week. They would get the rest of the shops done next week and hopefully get the zip lines up through the forest and we have the boat orders in for the guide center going.
By Tiawni Seward6 years ago in Futurism
Why Me?
Prologue Meeting them was so unreal. I knew it would change me, yet I didn’t know how or when. They had me thinking about what I could be capable of when I turned eighteen. If what they say is true, could I know my mate sooner than what I expect? Could they know more than they are letting on? I have no time to think of that now, I’m here for my brother and my dad is not the easiest person to convince about letting us do what we want as we get older. They say their son is off at college and will be back after we have left. I envy my brother now. He will go to college and it makes me wish I could go. I hope this goes well for Keme and he gets to join this pack. Then I can visit more often and learn more from them. Changes are coming and I can feel it. I know something big is coming my way in more ways than one. I just hope I’m strong enough to handle what is to come.
By Tiawni Seward6 years ago in Futurism
THE RUSSIAN PRINCESS DOLL
Looking over the rich green gardens, the Tsar of Russia couldn’t help but feel proud of his only daughter. Having three older sons, Rebecca was most welcome being the only daughter and last child. With long, curly, raven-black hair, a very trim figure and pale complexion, Rebecca was the beauty of the Russian Court. Her mother, the Tsarina, loved her dearly and lavished attention on her only daughter. Being so much younger than her brothers, this beautiful seventeen year old felt completely safe, and her brothers almost fighting each other to protect her.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff6 years ago in Futurism
from the Moon
Ever since I was little, the Moon has been watching over me. My childhood home had a big backyard with outdoor furniture. There was no air conditioning so in the summer nights, I would go out to lay under the stars and talk with the moon until I fell asleep. The Moon would send me a light breeze and shine her light on me so gently.
By from the moon6 years ago in Futurism
The Groovy Pig
The pig was groovy. Excellent. He was born with big, long rabbit ears. All the other pigs on the farm were typical, with regular ears. But they had to keep hearing bees buzzing. Up from the ground. The farmer was raising them. They pollinated his hops.
By Stephen Richards6 years ago in Futurism
Say, My Name Child
Chapter One: The Curse of the Sea A captain sails his ship into unknown charters past the red coats land. The night was stormy one the waves hitting the ship with enough force for even the bravest to be worried. But the ship sailed on with the crew and the captain and his wife aboard pregnant. The Captain was the one and only James Barnaby Hunter, the most feared man of the seas. His wife was the beauty of the seas her name was Ebba. Ebba has dressed the finest dew to her husband who dressed as he acted of course for him it worked.
By Aspyn Waters6 years ago in Futurism
Second Letter to the Disciples
Dearest Disciples, I have no way of knowing every detail about each one of you, but from my many years of teaching, I have familiarized myself with the most common motivations of students who seek to master the magical. The genuine pursuit of knowledge is often present amongst my disciples and that is something to be grateful for, but I would be speaking a falsehood if I were to say that none of you hold ulterior motives within your hearts. Many, perhaps too many, of my past disciples sought knowledge of the magical for purely utilitarian reasons, that is to say, they seek to gain whatever they desire by using the magical process. Listen closely: if any of you seek prosperity in the material world via the use of magic, banish this corrupt goal at once! You insult magic itself if all it is to you is a method of procuring vain fortunes. Cast the thought out of your sick minds!
By Noah Lloyd6 years ago in Futurism
A Book In The Making
The world started as such: empty. The features of the land were the only inhabitants of this country we now know as Nyathnore. The sweeping forest to the northwest that stretches beyond the knowledge of even the wisest of wise men. No bear, deer, fox, wolf, squirrel, owl, or any other manner of beast, insect, or life other than that of the trees was present. The forest was quiet and empty as a forgotten cave. To the southeast was a vast mountain range that backed up to the coast of the calm sea, the waves of which lapped against the bases of these hulking stone monoliths. The mountains crawled up the eastern coast getting smaller the further north they went, hemming in the rest of the land. Separating the mountains and the forest was a vast plain with some places being fertile and able to grow a few sparse trees yet most of the plain was covered by grasses that grew as tall as an elf or higher. The plain was intersected by two great rivers: one that flowed east and out to the sea through the mountains and the other who flowed in a curve south and out to the sea at the beginning of the mountain range. The rivers flowed out from a lake at the edge of the forest. The last of the inhabitants of the empty land lied to the southwest and it was the greatest of them all. A short distance from the southern river laid a desolate desert that lead to a massive set of cliffs that reached so high into the sky that no being knows how high they reach. The cliffs were terraced and looked as if it was a staircase for the giants to climb all the way to the heavens. Unlike the seemingly smooth sides of the mountain range the cliffs were coarse and rough. Large pieces of stone often fell away from the cliff side at invisible fault lines. The back of the cliffs fell straight down to an angry ocean that battered the cliff face with a thunderous fury and tremendous power as if the water were in pain.
By Samantha White6 years ago in Futurism
