fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Mid-Chapter
Meldon was still in his prologue. An arriving-teen, he felt like an antiquated version of himself. Those around him were multi-faced and magical, with nuance and depth, lifted off of the page and dancing amidst a confetti shower. Meldon was 2-dimensional, with a perpetually-broken watch, a proclivity for complaining about chafing during the summer months, and a perspective that was only his alone.
The World of RWBY
The world of Remnant. It is a fantasy world that many who will read this are probably unfamiliar with from the hit online series RWBY. The world of RWBY is fascinating for many reasons extending from the work itself and even outside the narrative. It was a world crafted from a dream and a few coincidental moments experienced by the series' late creator Monty Oum. This series left a deep impression on me when I first discovered it online five years ago. When you break it all down, it's not hard to see why this series and this world has a vibe that is in sync with so many. This series is very near and dear to my heart. It is one I would cite as my favorite series and indeed my favorite fantasy series of all time.
Tyler C DouglasPublished 9 days ago in FuturismA World of Magic, Still in Grey
Fantasy. A world just out of reach, created within a single mind and then brought to life in millions of other minds. It is mysterious and unfamiliar, yet somehow becomes real when held to the bright light of imagination.
Kristen LeavittPublished 9 days ago in FuturismComparing Fantasy Worlds
Comparing Fantasy Worlds So, what is the best fantasy world to spend your time in? I thought that answering that question might be difficult, but the more I thought about it the more I came to believe that a basic comparative analysis might point to the winner. So, here goes.
Cleve TaylorPublished 14 days ago in FuturismOld Spirits of Earth and Space Meet
“Old Spirits of Earth and Space Meet- a Moment in the Future” He was drowning. His hands scrabbled feebly at the surface of the slippery rocks, and when he chanced to open his water-washed eyes, a gargoyle with glowing eyes leered down at him.
Discovery
Discovery By: Jayden Ellis In a futuristic world where daily activity is bound by AI. A group of kids go on an adventure to find and discover a rare tree. One that is placed in an unorthodox area, surrounded by technology.
Jayden ellisPublished 24 days ago in Futurism
A Pirate’s Tale by Kathy Lou
A Pirate's Story By Kathy Lou Gilman This story is about a man named John McGee that sailed the seven seas on a pirate’s ship under the scoundrel Captain Smith. He was offered a chance to find treasure on a deserted island but found more than treasure. There was an illusionist that helped him to conquer his greatest fears and kill the captain. The crew made him the new captain and he advised the crewmates that they needed to conquer their fears by going into the cave. The illusionist advised Captain McGee that when he left the island that he would not remember where it was. McGee left and found himself in the Royal Navy and with the remembrance of the pirate ship and adventures on the island. The illusionist visited McGee, his wife, and grandchildren and offered to let them come to the island to be saved from the upcoming economic collapse. Towards the end, McGee has to decide if he wants to believe the illusionist and go to the island or to stay where he is and not be able to take care of his family.
Kathy Lou WaskettPublished 26 days ago in Futurism
Schrödinger's Woman
I love cats. I've had cats most of my life, My first cat arrived for my 5th birthday in a cardboard box with flaps closed. She scratched and wailed as my aunt set the box on the table, plaintive wails, desperate scratches. She scrambled out when I opened the box and bit me when I picked her up. She was black and white and found among other kittens in a barn. She had distemper. Her eyes were rheumy and her motions weak. Within a month she was run over in our driveway by my uncle Doug's garbage truck. He didn't kill her. She wailed and scratched at the gravel, and my mother had to dig a hole, place her on its edge, and decapitate her with a gardening spade. When I came home from school, Mum's hands trembled only slightly when she told me Bubbles was dead but didn't suffer. "No more cats," she said.
Jennifer VennerPublished 28 days ago in FuturismOversight
I look through the massive window before me; before MANY in fact. I'm one of the first people to see the frozen pond. Beneath the ice lie great figures of history who will one day be revived. My trip to this cryogenic laboratory is obligatory: I must familiarize myself with the history of my people. The only problem, as I see it, is that these particular figures held incredibly similar beliefs to the present leaders of all the states and territories of Australia now; in 2040. If eyes can be cold, and expressions freeze, then surely it's not such an extravagant leap to suggest that ideologies could also become crystallized in such a manner, much like excess dirty money, by authoritarian practices and unwavering allegiance to whomever may be reigning, hoping to be pleasing them always, like they're cats falling from the sky, as cute as angels.
Matthew VandenbergPublished about a month ago in Futurism
Luck of Frozen Pond
Shock jolted my body as my feet hit wood. Some leyline snapped between Mor and me; my chin jammed into my chest, rattling my teeth. What had just happened? Wasn’t I daughter to Mor and Da? Hadn’t my parents meant to better our family position by marrying me to King Ransom, purchasing his affections? Hadn’t my Rumple luck spun straw into a golden dowry?
Barbara SteinhauserPublished about a month ago in Futurism
Green Lighting Honor
Frost ogre brains hang like Audhumla’s udders beneath a line of anxious cows at dawn. Below them emanates an intense green light. Suspended inside the green glow reflected from mammatus clouds, a girl named Rosalyn shimmers like surreal pearls, a raven treading air by her side.
Barbara SteinhauserPublished about a month ago in FuturismRise
I need to open my eyes because some green light's getting into them, like traveling at the speed of an even brighter one, through my eyelids. On the bright screen before me are the words: you now have the green light to walk, so please tread carefully.
Matthew VandenbergPublished about a month ago in Futurism
