Fantasy

The 24 Hour Train
Waking Up The thumping pain in my head slowly starts to wake me from a sleepless slumber. I feel the steady rocking of a moving train. With my eyes still shut I curse myself thinking I must have passed out on the subway again. It is hard to keep track of time when your veins are coursing with morphine. That's my drug of choice, it has been that way for the last 5 years. Since I lost everything to gambling. I was once a successful engineer but slowly I started to fill my time with drugs, casinos, and other vices. I lost everything. It's hard to find work now with a criminal record. So pain killers are my home now. Pain killers numb the constant voices in my head that laugh with hysteria at my current state of life.
By Elsa4 years ago in Fiction
The Seven Keys To The Lions Stargate
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So, why am I still screaming as I warp to my next destination? My skin feels like putty as it's being pushed and pulled at the same time. My features I am sure are being distorted as the pressure of the G-Force goes against my body. I doubt I will ever get used to this. This is the third jump for me in the time quantum jump or better known as Time traveling. I am the holder of one of seven keys. Time travel is very prevalent in 2035. Many use it more for convenience purposes. Instead of traveling to Italy on an eight hour airplane ride, one will just step in front of a transportation destination port authority and type in the code for their destination. They will arrive in mere seconds.
By Amy Emam4 years ago in Fiction
Medicine Lord of the World
Outside the sky is dim, the temple of life and death is still shining, a bright. Half a day passed, and many empty Spaces appeared on the futon, which originally circled the fantasy world.
By 肖湾4 years ago in Fiction
Heaven is in Your Mind
Chapter 1: Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But then again, the dead don’t scream. If they did, they’d likely have much to say. About the life they lived, the state of the world, regrets and things they wish they could’ve done, especially the souls gone too soon. It took Jaret longer than he had anticipated to grasp the suddenness of Clay’s death. At only 33, his death was so quick. There was no time to consider a goodbye was imminent, much less say the actual goodbye. They had been best friends since they were able to speak as toddlers, growing up in General Population. They were forever promising each other that their dreams would take them far away from this system that had already decided their destinies as nameless bodies. They wanted to change the world and break the system that broke them and the generations before them. But now that plan was shattered and Jaret had no idea how he could even get close to those dreams without the person that had inspired him most to live. The reality was survive or don’t survive. The concept of “thrive” no longer existed, unless you came from generational wealth. It was 2099 and the opportunities so coveted by humanity of rising above and transcending circumstances were nothing but fantasies and stories told to children not yet tainted by the harshness of this world.
By CTB4 years ago in Fiction
The Misfortunate Ascension of Duckie Waterback
Most of you’d rather burn at a kerosene stake with dynamite britches than be a runaway slave girl covered in a white man’s blood. Challenge my inclination and I’ll submit you a liar till your last breath. Yet and still, it is with minor irritation that I commit to you, the candid account of the misfortunate ascension of one Ducky Waterback—free of embellishment or editorial.
By Derrico Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
Siren’s Song
The soft sounds of the ocean’s waves hitting the hull of the boat was the only thing I heard as I stood overlooking the sight of the vast nothingness. There was no land for miles; there were no city lights that polluted the night sky either. The sky was cloudy, though, which covered up even the moon’s beams that usually lit up the night. The only source of light that could be found was from the boat’s navigation system, which was shoddy at best.
By Alexa 4 years ago in Fiction
If it please the Galactic Court
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” The words rang out and echoed against the polymer walls of the Courtroom.
By Dean D’Adamo4 years ago in Fiction
A Conspiracy for Good
Read the prologue to this story on Vocal - Ghost Train Chapter 1 - A portal between worlds. Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As the train reaches the opening gateway of light Miah wants to laugh or cry rather than scream; but the mixed emotions result in silence. The light around her becomes blinding and the energetic gateway twists and turns merging two trains, past and present, into one. Miah feels as if her whole body is on fire but there is no pain. She won't let fear take hold, she lets everything flow...thoughts, emotions, energy.
By Melanie Noullett4 years ago in Fiction
The Constable
The Constable. I awoke before dawn, as I do everyday. I used to have a laundry list of things to accomplish before I went into my office.
By Anna Boisvert4 years ago in Fiction
Nightingale's Last Song
This is the story of the nightingale, whose love for humans was infinite. He had a song to sing that made all who listened fall asleep, but he kept it secret so that his love for them would never be known to others. He lived alone in a cage made of glass, as his voice sounded too much like birdsong and people's laughter.
By Vex Luther Lionheart4 years ago in Fiction
Fantastical Magick EP. 3
Gina steps forward and grips the top of a brick hedge wall that decorates the front of the building. She laughs sarcastically believing this must all be a crazy dream.
By Shiny4 years ago in Fiction
An Unknown Enemy
An unknown Enemy “Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But they have never seen what I have seen. Nor heard what I have heard.” I spoke softly as I placed the mug of ale against the cool silver bar top. I rubbed the froth from my face and lifted my hand, gesturing the barkeep for another. “We are an ignorant bunch, us humans. Thinking we could rule the heavens above. Like gods among the rest. Damn hubris.” Another mug slid over to me across the smooth steel and crashed into the many drinks I had consumed prior. We rose as kings here. We conquered without hesitation. Eventually, we grew bored of our ‘primitive’ living, and looked to the stars. We thought we could take what wasn’t ours.” A hand was placed on my shoulder and gently pulled my shoulders around. In a drunken haze, I was able to make out the face of my captain. Her eyes were a shade of caramel, and her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun.
By Ryan Hamann4 years ago in Fiction