fantasy
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Herbert the Erflin
My name is Archimedes, and I'm here to tell you an unbelievable story. Centuries ago, there lived creatures on Earth named Erflins. Before man, and before dinosaurs. Erflins lived and thrived. They were small, about the size of a tennis ball. There were both male and female Erflins, and they had soft green skin. Their hair was usually blonde or dark black. Erflins lived full lives and used the earth's resources to build wonderous things. They created wells and built fashionable homes. They invented the wheel and used that to spin water to generate power. They mastered fire and discovered silver and gold. They turned the materials from the earth into jewelry and clothing. Erflins are not built the way humans are. The only way to tell whether one is male or female is their eyes. Female Erflins all had long eyelashes and blue eyes. While the male Erflins had dark brown eyes and no eyelashes. They wear clothing for art, and neither extreme cold nor extreme heat has an effect on them. They referred to Earth as the land of Gwin. They are magical beings. They cast spells, and are the first magicians to ever rule the earth.
By Brooke Hudson6 years ago in Futurism
Sweet rich dreams
The blade, oblique to his body, impaled the weak ground beneath. As his breathing got heavier, he smiled. He knew. A drop travelled down the illusive expression on his face parting ways with it as it broke free to be absorbed by the awaiting earth. Silence. The eerie silence was something to memorable it had become almost innate to him that he basked in it. The crescent night but he one script with great strength was all that allowed him to stay standing, at the mercy of what can only be described as death in a physical form. It was far from over…
By Nathan Pinnock6 years ago in Futurism
Shri
Zelda found herself in Mama Mambo's magic shop on Haight street. She lived close by and loved the stretch San Fran was famous for. Zelda had been to that shop many times. But today she couldn't remember how or why. In a bit of a daze with the intoxicating scent of patchouli swimming in her nose, she examined herself in the mirror in front of her. Promised on the sticker tag was the item description. "Snow white mirror". Zelda had heard of these magic mirrors before and not just from Disney. Magic mirrors had been included in loor for centuries. Special mirrored glass enchanted by blessing, prayer, incantation and the like.
By Sarah Berridge6 years ago in Futurism
Not a Second More
The land had become so accustomed to the songs of war that the deafening waltz of screams became something of a lullaby to sleep-laden children. The screams tripped over the ever-widening cracks in the roads, lapping at walls and houses and trees, flooding in through chimneys and fissures and any windows dare left cracked. The distant hum and steady heartbeat of incomprehensible fires too powerful to quell vibrated through towns and lands not too far off, an unwavering and promised nightlight for children scared of what the darkness held.
By Brook Blackwell6 years ago in Futurism
THE DREAM
I had only one plan for the day: to take a power nap. Well, I did, and I had a dream that changed my life. In the dream, I found myself in the dark, standing in what I imagined to be the very center of a large, empty piece of land. After standing in the same spot for quite a bit of time, I glanced over my right shoulder and something had been added to the scene. I turned and saw a hole in a fence leading to where I was. On the opposite side of the hole was a well-lit street that looked really busy. It explained the gallon of milk in my right hand, and a small black notebook with a rubber band around it, in my left. Infallibly, without a doubt, I knew that I was lost.
By S Nicole Callahan6 years ago in Futurism
Vanishing Act
Years of reading about the law(s) of attraction and practicing different techniques to manifest desires and fantasies into reality have been a million and one different adjectives you can come up with. She has also grown to be a grateful and thankful person every single day. Though that may just have a lot to do with the weekly massages she has been receiving for over three years now.
By Soulful Jenn6 years ago in Futurism
The Library in the Lighthouse
As Paul's boat crashed into the dock the waves continued to pummel the capsule as the rain fell from the sky hitting his skin like a thousand needles. The wind howled like a werewolf as the lightning cracked the sky like an egg. The blinding camera like flash lit up the sky like a million fireworks as he jumped down from the decapitated craft. Paul knew that he was stranded as he stood on the shore watching his boat sink into the black abyss. The storm started to subside, giving off an eerily stillness to the environment around him. All he could think about was how he was going to get back home. That same morning a mysterious package had arrived at his house including a map, a little black book containing a letter with instructions, and keys to the boat. The little black book attached to the map said this on the first two pages...
By Bill Landwehr6 years ago in Futurism
The Book Giveth and Taketh
Transcript: Myrrha Miller You know how sometimes things just go awry. They go sideways and ruin your life in the most ludicrous way. Well this is one of those stories. To most, finding a book that could instantly force something you desire into existence would be the stuff dreams are made of. But what most people fail to realise is that everything comes with a price, and the price I paid was far worse than anything I could have ever imagined…
By obvicious16 years ago in Futurism
