fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Alone
The trees swayed violently creaking loudly as the winds of the storm whips them back and forth as it continues to wreak havoc in the forest. The winds create mini tornadoes from the leaves littering the ground. In an almost blinding flash of light, a small figure is visible for only a moment as it struggles to remain upright. Blown this way and that by the wind, the figure is soaked to the skin and shivering. Breathing out clouds of cold air, it is quickly whisked away by the wind. Taking refuge in a clump of bushes, the figure huddles close to the ground trying to stop shivering – she must find shelter!
By Merrie Jackson5 years ago in Futurism
Sugar-Free Future
Alexander leaned back and groaned. He was getting too old to haul contraband which, if caught, would see him tortured or killed. He pushed a button and the floor of the tent inflated and warmed, and he relaxed. With a sigh, he started cataloging his profits from the three planets closest to TRAPPIST-1. He’d been visiting old customers, so it wasn’t dangerous. The Stórveldi weren’t active in space, and his wealthy customers had walled compounds where he could land undetected. He was also sure the local ættin, the smuggler hunters, didn’t bother him because some of the contraband made it into their kitchens.
By Jennifer Ryan5 years ago in Futurism
The Wanderer
The Wanderer Let me tell you a story about the Wanderer. A tale as old as legends but new as the sunrise on a new day. With mischievous pixies and the dark hearts of man, and enchantment to leave you in wonder. If you will, pull up a seat by the fire, sip from your mead, and let the magic take you to another realm of reality. Let the world pass you by.
By Matthew Angelo5 years ago in Futurism
Blessed Curse
Never have I felt such rage at the world as I did that night. I ran through the thick trees, the shouts of my family and the man they wished to marry me off to fading with the light. Small animals scattered before me, feeling an echo of the terror ripping through my breast touch their own as my heels sank into their homes. I paid no mind until one heel snapped, sending me flying into a clearing. After flinging what remained of my shoes off my feet, I looked up to see the light of the moon tinging thousands of tightly closed flowers silver.
By Max Drew Geiger5 years ago in Futurism
Through His Eyes
As I sit on my favorite perch, a tree that had been hit by lightening some time ago and broken off about the middle, it was slightly burnt on it's edge and over time I have managed to wear away most of the ash, landing and sloughing my claws off as I fly away creating the perfect home to survey the grasslands from far and wide. As I once again fly over these spectacular lands searching for some Shrews, a Vole or a little mouse, which would be lovely since I can eat two per night as long they aren't too big. I have the darkness on my side with a sliver of moon in the sky, so my sight is spot on! I love to focus on the ground as I fly so as not to miss a meal scampering through the tall grasses...
By C. M. Sears5 years ago in Futurism
Cursed
******************** The quiet of the forest is a very soothing sound, the soft sounds of animals scurrying above, the small crunch of grass as a mother rabbit ventures with her little hord of babies. Young Rea Hill, was just eighteen with long brown hair and bright honey brown eyes. She was dressed in rags, but she didn’t care. After all, the forest was not a place to dress up. She sat, in a small clearing of the trees of her hidden home. She loved her home. It was peaceful, but it was also lonely, if it wasn't for her best friend, Scout she would be lost.
By Elizabeth Leblanc5 years ago in Futurism
ERIC LE CHEVAL ET D'AUTRES HISTOIRES
Eric the horse Once upon a time, in a small village that belonged to Buea, there lived two farmers named Mr. and Mrs. Rogne lived happily with her husband, but she did not have any children. She always dreamed of having a beautiful daughter. On the farm, there were many animals: two chickens, two pigs, a cow tied to a tree, and a horse. Among all these animals, there was one that was different from others, it was the horse named Eric. Eric was not a real horse; he used to be a human like Mr. and Mrs. Rogne! He lived in the village with his mother and father and was the most handsome boy in the village. Every day on his way to school, Eric would sing and wake up the evil sorcerer, Fantasia, who lived in a small haunted house hidden in the dark forest. She hated Eric because she could not get her beauty sleep, so she had wrinkles all over her face. One day the evil sorcerer; took Eric's parents away from him.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Futurism
The Village
I was always warned not to go into the forbidden woods. I never believed the stories but listened anyways. People go in and they never come back. Don't blame them though, there's got to be more than this little village. "Gwenn it's Dinner time" momma yells breaking my concentration. "Happy birthday sweetie" father says as he kisses my cheek. Today is my 18th birthday and everyone is expecting me to tell them what I plan to do with my life and if I'm going to accept Jonathans proposal. Jonathan is amazing in everyway, he's the most handsome man in the village and the smartest one too! I'm not too bad myself but I wouldn't need to lift a finger if I married him. He's two years older than me and chose to follow his dads footsteps as a doctor. Everyone plays their part and if I say yes to him I'll be expected to play mine and have his children right away. Not that having his children would be terrible. We both have bright blue eyes and great bone structure so I know we'd have beautiful babies, but I'm still so young and have so much life I want to live. I convinced my family to hold off life conversation until the following day. I'm still not sure what to tell them but I know in my heart the village life isn't the life for me.
By Miranda Utzman5 years ago in Futurism
Eurydice and Orpheus
Upon the dawn that Orpheus, son of Apollo, perished, it was said that the sun hid his face and the heavens wept. The trees stirred, cloaked with the tears of a grieving father, who shrouded his subdued glory in mist. Rumour flew, borne upon the whispers that rustled through the woody realm, and all those who understood sylvan speech fell into mourning.
By S.E. St John5 years ago in Futurism
What If?
Prologue: Hi, I’m Elise Hiser, and I’m here today to explain something that may be very troubling for some of you to hear. Fortunately, I am working on ways to end it. This all started way before I was born, and I have no clue how long, maybe since the beginning of time. You see, I grew up in the part of society that you don’t see. We are called the GAP: standing for Gifted Advisors for the People. That means we are the people who choose how your life is run. At birth we are assigned a DP (Designated Person), for whom we make life choices; essentially what you would call the “voice inside your head”, yep that’s me, well at least for my person Jacob Winsethorp, he's the one who changed me and made me realize what this GAP was and I wanted no part in being torn from my one true love just to make more super humans, to corrupt the minds of society, not really my style. Our special team is like a hybrid of humans or a super breed, hand picked by the government, and they keep us pretty well hidden considering you've clearly had no knowledge of our existence prior. I know this is a lot to take in at once, it’s very confusing, but just stick around a while and it will all be explained along with why I caused everything to change by breaking the border and starting a rebellion to last a lifetime.
By Alexis Frick5 years ago in Futurism
