fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
The Tourist
As I sat here, on a slightly damp rock, I noticed that I was fixating a little too long on a tree in the distance. It was perfectly symmetrical and hung over luscious green grass that was lit up by lights planted at the base of the tree. A loud clap of thunder brought me back to my present thought, and the circumstances that had led to this very moment. I was here, on this rock, waiting for the perfect opportunity to sneak into the prison remains. I knew that if I was going to go unseen I had to wait until the next tour group was taken into the prison.
By Karly Noonan5 years ago in Futurism
The Librarian and the Mortician
Bernadette and Benedict Olivier were never ones for social affairs beyond a reasonable hour. Most residents of The Deep, a scratch of land featuring humble department stores, barbershops, schools and churches, know to leave the Oliviers to their business. Should one ever be so bold as to threaten their routine, you were sure to be met with those eyes, shocking, brilliant and never-ending. Their eyes were not large, just piercing and endless. If an event of the modest town absolutely required the presence of Bernadette and her menage, they were to occur during the day, preferably the weekends. Monday holidays were always a treat.
By Marquis D. Gibson5 years ago in Futurism
Dream Jumper
Her name was Leah, a dream jumper. Every night she visited different places and sometimes she struggled to differentiate between reality and her dreams. When she dreamt, she loved the world she had created within. When she was awake, her mind wandered trying to piece her dreams together. As a dream jumper, she had the ability to jump between dreams and sometimes, she would dream something she had already dreamt but her most fascinating talent was picking up on a dream where she had left off the day before. Lately, she felt her dreams were trying to deliver a message. These dreams kept reproducing in the form of flashbacks and anxiousness throughout her days. Leah was now at the verge of hating her reality. She was so captivated by her dreams that all she wanted to do was sleep so she could find clues. These clues were the only way she could help the girl in her dreams she named Jules. Leah was convinced that Jules was a real person in the real world who somehow managed to connect herself to her, through her dreams. Leah had a deep gut feeling that Jules was waiting for Leah to find and save her. The last time Leah saw Jules, Jules was bound by her hands and laying on a concrete floor staring at a white feather. She remembers the smell of soap and the coldness in her bones. So today, Leah decided to leave everything she knew was real behind and go in search of Jules.
By Leslie Reyes5 years ago in Futurism
How to win a war. Izet - The Bird of Power
I was already exhausted, didn't know where I was anymore, so I sat down beside a tree deep into the woods, all alone and drained. This is how it will be I guess, will I have to spend the rest of my life like this running behind the enemy lines? The war was long over, at least that is what the world might be thinking but I knew it was nowhere near an end. I was the product of never-ending war after all. People like me Patriots - are trained and turned into war machines and sent behind enemy lines to die. I was very disappointed with my self as I was not able to gather the intel and was returning empty-handed, a coward and a loser thinking of my self like a warrior, a soldier that could do anything for the greater good, and yet here I was running and hiding, regretting. maybe I should just have stayed back at home and not be a soldier. I always wondered and imagined being a warrior, hell! it's not easy. But I wish to die now, just want to die and breath away this life out of existence, I want this all to be over.
By paramdeep singh5 years ago in Futurism
A dark tale: Mermaid's love
If you were a broken heart woman, would you wish for revenge? She was the goddess of anger and revenge, she would destroy more than you bargain for. If someone broke your heart, just say her name present her with gifts, food and something belonging to your target.
By F.K. Aldon5 years ago in Futurism
𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚘
Chapter #1: Escape Dark shadows rose up as Meelahko struggled to take a breath. Her body ached. She was unable to move. She tried to wiggle and stretch her legs, but her muscles resisted against the forced energy of restraint. She felt bound and claustrophobic. Her legs pushed upon her chest like bricks, creating unbearable tension.
By Jalisa Moonstone5 years ago in Futurism
The Devil's Edification
The devil stands proudly before an enchained couple, his bat-like wings spread above their heads. In the comely woman’s ecstatic anticipation, the devil slapped upon both lovers a pair of identical restraints; thus their predicament, which the devil reveals to us with a flourish of his pointed fingers. His cloven hooves stand apart on a dais of pink sand: a fait accompli.
By Willa Chernov5 years ago in Futurism
wings
Looking over her shoulder, a fleeting figure swooped across the horizon disappearing as quickly as it appeared. Ellia stood and turned her entire body in the direction where she'd last seen it. Nothing, nothing was there. Taking account of the moments when her eyes seemed to play tricks on her she considered that truth but she never wrote them off, merely tucked them away for consideration when her reality explained her sight.
By Jessica jones5 years ago in Futurism
Waking up from the dream
The young boy awoke to the sound of a strong wind that rattled his window frame. There was a storm brewing on this cold winter's night and he barely felt protected by the weak frame of his home. Mother nature felt different tonight, like a loving mother lion sensing the danger her cubs are in while, surrounded by a laughing pack of hyenas. A loving mother, yet feice and ready to fight to defend her children against the would be predators. The night could feel it too, and the Mothers bone deep rage sent fear into the night, but not knowing any better, they were committed to their plan that evening. They were going to steal the sun.
By Luke Miller5 years ago in Futurism
Ananya And The Owl
Ananya was born into the Mojave tribe. Her father Irataba was the chief of the tribe. He was named after his great grandfather. Who was also a chief. When Ananya was six her father took her for a walk to show her the land. "Ananya, all of this land is your's. I want you to understand that we are all born with unique gifts, however; not all of us are born to be leaders. Some of us are born to follow and that is why it is very important we have leaders who lead us down the right paths." Ananya responds, "Father, how do we know if we have a good leader?" Irataba looks at his beautiful Indian princess and says, "Our unique gifts we are born with determine our paths in our lives. Someone who is born with the gift to discern good from evil, right from wrong, is born with the gift of leadership." Irataba continues. "When you were born, the moment I saw you I knew your name was supposed to be Ananya. It means unique. I knew you had a unique gift from the day you were born." Ananya stops and looks at her father with a confused look and asks, "What unique gift was I born with father?" Irataba chuckles at his daughters question and continues to walk with her. Now entering the forest he stops and crouches down to be face to face with her. "Ananya, the gifts we are born with come with time and age. One day you will know what your gift is. What is most important for you to understand Ananya... Once it is your time to understand what your gift is, it is how to use your gift. Those who do not properly understand how to use their gift become lost souls." Ananya could not help but to wonder when, where and how she would discover her gift. As her father took her hand they headed deeper into the forest. Ananya loved being in the forest. Her favorite part of the forest wasn't just the beautiful scenery it created but all the wild animals. She noticed that the animals were not running and hiding like they did with other tribe members. She was curious as to why this was. "Father, why are the animals not running and hiding from us?" Irataba stood still. He looked up and took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Irataba wasn't just a good leader. He was born with more than one unique gift. Not only can he discern good from evil, he can also interpret dreams and visions. This is what makes Irataba a good leader. He points up toward the tops of the trees and says, "Do you see that?" "Yes! It's an owl!" replies Ananya. "It isn't just an owl Ananya. An owl represents knowledge." explains Irataba. He continues to walk with her through the forest. The owl continues to follow. Irataba smiles as he walks with his beautiful Indian princess. Knowing all too well what her gift is. He looks down at her and say's, "When you were a baby you would look at your fingers, trying to figure out what they were. When you learnt to crawl, you started to realize what your legs could do for you. When you got a little older and could run, you started to really understand what your legs could do and why you have legs. Your gift works the same way Ananya."
By Amanda Bland5 years ago in Futurism
