fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Vengeful Echo
Looking across the glass, her tussled black hair lay down her back. She called out for him again. “FAREWELL…”, the broken voice reverberated over the lake and across the valley, FAREwell…, bouncing off the mountains, FARewell…, the last goodbye running farther from her rosy lips, FArewell…, fading into the morning light, Farewell… farewell…
By Not Active5 years ago in Futurism
The Names Of Clouds
It was night, soon to be dawn. Late summer, humid and still. Addison stood on the deck of a beach house facing the sea. Thin cloud diffused light from a low full moon casting his face and nearly all around him in silver. His eyes were closed, his hands gripped the railing at the edge of the deck and he listened to the sound of the ocean rolling against the shore.
By Casey Deane5 years ago in Futurism
The carpenter and the Witch
The story of the carpenter and the Witch. Long ago there was a carpenter. When wood was a new medium, few people knew how to use the trees to make anything other than tools and basic shelter. But our carpenter was an artist his wood working was beyond his years, his skill with the chisel and hammer were beyond any previously noticed view of beauty or skill in craftsmanship. Making fine detailed carvings, that could mimic the most delicate leaf, flower, or feather. he became known for his masterful handy work.
By Cody J Kiser5 years ago in Futurism
Blood of Solomon: Awakening pt 3
Lex Back at the Lab, Lexington Mace is thoroughly enjoying the new samples Officer Moors pointed out from the crime scene. This is where he truly thrived. Not much of an action guy, his interests always pulled him beneath the surface of things. Because of his nature, he didn’t need most of the tools provided in the lab; this was both his blessing and a curse. The upside, he understood the atomic nature of all matter and energy. This allowed him to become the youngest PhD candidate of his generation while mastering Chemistry, Biology and Physics simultaneously. The downside, once his nature manifested, he was forced to keep close reign of his nerves and emotions...
By Billie Riddick5 years ago in Futurism
Blood of Solomon: Awakening pt 2
Luthor Luthor nursed another headache as he sat in his patrol vehicle going over the Detective’s Handbook at his usual post off of Lincoln Drive. It had been a month since his first trial where his nerves got the best of him and resulted in a miserable fail. Just the thought of him failing the written exam for the second time a week after news of his father’s death was not only depressing, but intensified his headache ever more. It was the frustration he felt at always getting in his own way. He was not a stupid man. In fact, his father spent a fortune for his education, implanting him into boarding school in Connecticut at the age of 11. Though when his headaches began only a few years later, book work became much more difficult.
By Billie Riddick5 years ago in Futurism
The Black Notebook of Power
During a snow-filled day in December, the snowflakes fell onto the soft powder that already formed over the winter season; a lady named Angela was out walking and in a cute way playing in the snow. Once Angela was finished frolicking, she stumbled upon a little black notebook with the inscription, "Within this book contains the power to make a change with purpose." Angela proceeded with childish curiosity and picked up the book, and then, she opened it. To her amazement, the book was a blank slate, a tabula rosa, if you will, as if it were a blank journal that someone dropped from their backpack after school. Angela watched the first page, and the book started to inscribe, "Angela's Journal of Purpose." Angela was in shock and began to gaze at the inscription. She could not believe her own eyes. "The book seemed as though something was possessing the book," she thought to herself. Then, out of nowhere, a sort of spiral appeared, and a small figure of a gnome type of image appeared as a sort of projection from the book and said, "Angela, my dear, you are one lucky lady. This book was the Magical Journal of one of the greatest wizards of all time. He left this book here for you to find and make the world a better place. Still, first, you must prove to everyone that you are now one of the greatest witches of all time by requesting from the book that you win the lottery as proof that you are capable of some of the most awesome and greatest magic in the world!" The gnome disappeared almost as fast as the gnome appeared. There was a picture of the gnome on the second page with the gnome's thumbs-up, and she was still winking at Angela, who was in absolute disbelief.
By Lucas Ambrezewicz5 years ago in Futurism
A taste of fate
Running… That is all she knew, running… There was only the fear and the run. She could not stop, her chest ached there was not enough air. She could not slow to catch her breath, or they would be on her. Who “they” where was not clear in her fogged brain but the thought filled her with such deep dread her legs just kept on. There was no choice. Brambles cut her legs; tree branches slapped at her.
By Laura Carlock5 years ago in Futurism
Monster Zoo, Water Trouble
It was a normal day here at the zoo. The weather was the same as always, gray clouds giving off a hint of potential rain, thunder and lightning. Of course, we never get that. There’s almost never any sunny days either. Just the weird sense that comes before the storm. Kieran Hollow sat at a table by the window of his diner, hoping that maybe today would be just a little different. He was holding his glass of chocolate milk, his half eaten blueberry muffin that his Papa made him sitting there waiting to be finished.
By Alexander Mikesell5 years ago in Futurism
