fantasy

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Rosewood
The rain came down hard, nearly obscuring the road, but the driver was confident in his choices, he’d driven in this, and worse, having grown up driving on the roads in the backwoods of the UK.
By Laura Milanovich6 years ago in Futurism
Inkwalker:
“What do I carry in my pockets and who am I?” Ok. My name is Daniel Zebulon nilo Emmett, and what do I carry? As an alchemist most of the things I need are mine at the clasp of a hand. I can simply wish anything I need, money for my bag, coins for my purse, water for my skin, all these I can use a spell for.
By Laura Milanovich6 years ago in Futurism
Inkwalker
Echoes Of Magic It had already been a busy week. Nine “Veritas”, three nomad Stars and ana Asif, and the week wasn’t half spent yet. The girl looked 17, no one knew how old she was, most people in the Blocks didn’t know how old they were. They just knew it was another day they didn’t die.
By Laura Milanovich6 years ago in Futurism
Project What the f-
Never has holding a phone felt so freeing and awkward. None of us can quite remember what happened or how much time had passed. But we know we lived. Sort of. I can honestly say that we went through was the worst day of the decade. And that’s a hard thing to accomplish. I suppose you’ll be wanting to hear the story of what exactly happened. And if not, stick around. You might actually enjoy yourself for once.
By Ellis Koolman6 years ago in Futurism
The Goddess
Looking down at the hustling, scampering feet screeching against the polished wooden floor gave her an inkling of a yearning, maybe even a realization about what she feels makes her different from all the rest. Five and half to six feet above the floor sat a girl in a pair of light blue jeans, ripped in several locations, and a T-Shirt she didn't remember what had on it. She had almost forgotten that she had music isolating her head from the reality that cornered her from every angle.
By Caitlin Halladay6 years ago in Futurism
You Must Overcome
The skies darkened as thousands of soldiers marched on barren lands that lead them towards a war they could not avoid. A land that had once been lush and alive with the magical folks of Mysta until the Veil had fell upon them and cloaked the dwelling with vicious, mindless monsters.
By Paulina John6 years ago in Futurism
Arrows and Roses - Chapter 18
When the night was over, Julian took the girls back home and Apollo returned to Olympus, leaving Thanatos with his brother to return home.
By The Water Lily6 years ago in Futurism
You'll Never See Your Baby (t.e.c, pt. 1 - Short Story)
On a January morning, I slowly crawl out of bed. My head throbs in sync with my heartbeat, and every time I swallow, a wave of nausea spreads from my throat. Every bodily function feels impossible.
By Dylan Dames6 years ago in Futurism
SADDLEBAGS, Trunks, and Tombs: By M.J.Mays
Prologue The remnants of the brilliant golden light disappeared into the wind as the lone figure vanished into the moonlit southwestern desert.
By Mia J. Mitchell6 years ago in Futurism
The Siren Songs
When I heard that my name had been turned into a legend I was shocked but not surprised. There is an element of truth in every story, even when it sounds like a Greek myth. I’d heard strange bits of conversation throughout the whole day, disjointed fragments of descriptions, but they were all about me. I didn’t think much of them in the moment. Only when I was safely away from any human contact did these conversations rise back up in my mind, not unlike layers of muck at the bottom of a lake when your foot stamps down.
By Bobe Hadjieva6 years ago in Futurism
Akhen-Son
‘Beware the Evenglow.’ A father advised, closing the curtain on the window. The dim world shutoff from him, all Thomas Akhen-Sayer could see was the dying candlelight in his parents’ small shack.
By Chris Gutteridge6 years ago in Futurism
The mission of Uriel
Once upon a time, there lived an angel from the heavens above, his name, Uriel, a new soul to the above, thriving in peace and love. His beloved family and friends down on earth had missed him so much, too much to be exact, that his soul had been pulled back down onto earth due to the mass amount of people who were offering there own souls to the devil just to bring the angel, Uriel back down to earth. The love and obsession over Uriel was too much that it began wars and jealousy over the opinions of what Uriel had liked more during his past life before his passing. In the situation that had presented itself to Uriel, had now became his mission to fix, with the will of his father and the faith in himself as well, Uriel knew that he himself had a lot to do and he knew that it wouldn’t be easy because the choices he makes will change the balance in good and evil. Not only in the world around him but inside the wills and choices of his loved ones.
By Hansome M6 years ago in Futurism