fantasy

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The Pinenut Wood
Montac walked the woods trying to find his way home, but began crying when he couldn’t. He called out to his mother, apologizing for saying mean things, and promising to go to school if she would come and take him home.
By Gage TheWolf5 years ago in Futurism
The Gift
As Baharsh poured drinks for everyone, Yhgand gestured to a chair for her to take a seat. He and Meikosh sat on one of the couches, leaving Baharsh and blue eyes the other. Before he could sit there was a timid knock on the door and a female darminian came in, carrying a tray of meat, cheese, bread, butter and what appeared to be scrambled eggs. She, too, appeared timid around Aryna, but not scared per say. Setting the tray down, she looked at Baharsh intently, seemingly having a silent conversation with him.
By sith queen5 years ago in Futurism
Mrs. Mazel's Marvelous Men
Chapter 1 "Buying a man is decidedly better than eating a bar of chocolate." -Mrs. Mazel Mimi gazed at the document, the contract sealing her fate. All she needed to do was sign. Sign, and he would be hers. Could a woman really wholly own a man? Mimi swallowed hard only to feel her mouth again fill with saliva. Mimi had been alone most her twenties. Well wait, that wasn't true, she had companions, friends, confidants, but she never had the heat from a body warm her bed. Would his body give off heat?
By Megz5 years ago in Futurism
Wisdom and Endurance
Pain. She didn't know when it had started or if it would stop. She only knew she must be dying. In the distance, she could hear voices, screams. And if she paid attention, she could almost hear the sound of an owl.
By beth rice5 years ago in Futurism
Who Am I?
Eliza ran into the forest behind her family's cottage, as fast as her feet could take her. Her mother just told her the news: Eliza is a witch.
By Katie Dawn5 years ago in Futurism
How to use owls when reclaiming a lost soul
I didn't see the owl before I heard it's call of, "Who?" in the dark. Stopping where I was I reached back to grip the hilt of the sword on my back. Then I wondered why exactly I did that. Reflex, if nothing else.
By Tristan Palmer5 years ago in Futurism
A Lone Soldier
A lone soldier wakes amid a smoldering battlefield, small fires all around, wounded and wailing men and women all strewn about. Vehicles set smoldering from heavy weapons fire.
By DS5 years ago in Futurism
A Lone Soldier
I made my way to a cave system not far from where we were ambushed, it was reading massive amounts of the element draconian, another untapped vein that the Federal troops will be trying to exploit some time in the near future. At least I'm safe from their scans, and I have enough rad medicine to make it to our evacuation center. There we will board the last of the colony ships that were converted from nuclear fusion to the new ore and head out to find a new haven to grow and live away from the oppressive Federal troops. All our women and children have been busy preparing it for launch, getting supplies stocked for the long journey.
By DS5 years ago in Futurism
The Owl Mage
Chase grumbled as he sat up in the bed. They had warned him when he bought the old farm that he might have some predators still stalking around. Jeez, he didn’t even have any livestock yet. He fumbled around for the light switch beside the bed knocking over the glass of water be had placed there. He cursed then searched for some pants and a shirt. His shot gun was propped up by the bedroom door for easy access. Four legged predators weren’t the only things to worry about. He thought about bringing his pistol then thought better of it. He was proficient at both but he didn’t think he would need the pistols accuracy. He wasn’t ready to go on a killing spree just yet. There wasn’t anything out there to kill so maybe a warning would do to keep the would-be predators at bay.
By ALPHAS WICKER5 years ago in Futurism
The Empty Cage
I am old now. My greatest failure is this empty cage that has sat in my living room all this time. My hubris was strong back then and I was confident we would grow old together. It is a beautiful cage, custom-made, the rods intertwined with delicate filigree, large and spacious with enough baubles and compartments to have kept him entertained. This is the life that I envisioned for us the first time I saw the moonlight reflected off his ink black wings. He would've been content here. My one of a kind barn Owl that would bring me joy while sitting in my rocking chair even as my end grew near. None of this came to be. I have been deprived of my happy ending.
By Lisa5 years ago in Futurism
Nevermore
Synopsis: Two hundred years have elapsed since World War Seven and the wraths of Gods upon mankind. Many nations have disappeared on the surface of the earth, and a city rises from the scorched ruins, under the dominion of the Church. Those who have survived, sought sanctuary in the Church. To atone for humanity’s sins, the Church has mandated a series of verdicts to the citizens of Unified Nations of Arkras (What used to be the state of Arkansas) to live under, in order not to anger the Gods, again. In a city where people live in constant fear of the Church and the Gods, violating a single rule has dire consequences, including death.
By Trixie Musasa5 years ago in Futurism
Shamlin's Fall
Before history was documented, the Druids were a people of magic. They lived on their own island to the north. The other races came from the mainland in search of enchantments from the Druids. Countless Druid villages flourished during this time, then one day their magic became tainted. The taint made it impossible for their magic to have predictable outcomes.
By Robyn N Center5 years ago in Futurism