fantasy

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Out of Time
Fingertips tracing along the well-known halls of her family home, Arytiss struggles once again with the ever-present temptation that is the locked cellar door. The cedar rails wane ever so slightly at her touch, beckoning her closer. Every room in the house is hers to explore. Every room except this one. Why?
By Bree Beadman6 years ago in Futurism
The Village at the Edge of the World
There is a place beyond the mountains, rich in the ancient magic of the Old Peoples, that is as close to the edge of the world as any mortal has ever dared to tread. Here the land breaks into a thousand pieces before the great expanse of ocean that separates our realm from that of the unknown. The trees grow so high in these parts that they brush the clouds and at night the spirits of long forgotten ancestors dance across the black sky. Wild fantastical creatures and terrifying beasts of myth, otherwise long banished, still roam the wilderness of these lands, preying on naïve travellers and lost souls alike.
By Philoctetes6 years ago in Futurism
Escaping Undersea
No one saw Mama when she went missing. It was 4 days ago when she told us she needed to go to the water to take her mind off things. Maybe she was going to think about how hard life would be now that Dad abandoned us. Maybe not. Either way, she left us high and dry, without a note.
By Naabiah6 years ago in Futurism
Horizon Ashika
On a summer day Ashika tried her luck with the local lottery shop. “Another scratch off card for twenty thousand dollars, this time with a bonus island getaway win” she says while rolling her eyes as a stranger handed it to her. Instead of scratching it off immediately she decided to wait until she reached home. Ashika was never the type to do lottery. Instead she believed luck should take its natural course, like what happened that same day. As she scratched off the card revealing the winning number, her brows became stern. “My first time winning, must be fake?!” she said as she went to sleep. The following morning an unknown number had called her. “Hello we are aware that you have won, please email us” the caller said. Before Ashika could even speak the user had hung up. “Wait! How did they even knew I won, I never contacted them” she said worryingly. Immediately she pulled out her phone and emailed the lottery headquarters. Feeling nervous she decided to resume her daily schedule of watching comedy to ease her tension.
By Jade Russell6 years ago in Futurism
SOUL SEARCH
SOUL SEARCH I sighed, looking around my dreary apartment. A half-empty pizza box lay on the floor. The walls were stained and full of holes from the previous tenant, and the landlord had never invested the money to fix these issues. I shouldn’t complain, though; the location was ideal and I could never afford a “good” apartment on my minimum wage catering job anyway. Still, it wasn’t easy to make ends meet, and my long-term, long-failing relationship had finally ended, adding to my ever-increasing woes. I sighed again, pondering the miseries of my life, but my flow of thought was interrupted by a splash on my face. The ceiling had begun to leak a few days ago, and I didn’t have the know-how nor money to fix it. I stood up and stretched. Enough was enough. I needed to find a way out of this mess. Life couldn’t go on like this.
By Cass Reid6 years ago in Futurism
Gordy's little black book
The funeral was difficult for me. My best friend, the eccentric Gordon Peterson, passed away after a car accident. He was young, 36.
By Rex Kunkel6 years ago in Futurism
Dancing Letters
The majority of my life has been populated with events that an unbiased, reasonable spectator would only feel right in characterizing as “painfully mundane.” Not painful because of the magnitude of its “mundane-ness,” but because the norm in my hometown – in Havallia – is pain. Even now, when normalcy has been replaced with oddities, the pain is ever constant. The pain of the past replaced with the knowledge that my death looms overhead because of a little black book.
By Noaria076 years ago in Futurism
The Boy Nature Revered
Juniper's earliest memory was of the glorious canopy that shaded his home in the tree. It was made up of a million leaves a thousand shades of green, fluttering in the whisper of the wind with their rustling song. It was a melody he heard every morning in the green season. In the red season, the canopy fell leaf by leaf, until the trees were bare and the cool sky was exposed overhead. Only in that season could one see the stars and the way they twinkled and shone. Then the green season would reemerge; the canopy was present once more, and the stars were gone.
By Sara Jolene6 years ago in Futurism
I AM BROOKFIRE
"Did you hear that?" I looked down at River for his response. He looked up at me with an earnest awareness in his eyes as if to give me his answer, while his ears stayed focused on the mysterious noise ahead. Everyone always said that my dog and I had a special bond. I could always tell what River was thinking just by looking at him. We were more than just best friends. We were like brothers. I was his shadow and he was my light. We never left each other's side.
By Cat Brooks6 years ago in Futurism
The Starlight Mystery
This is difficult to talk about. But... nevertheless I need to write this so that, in the instance of my disappearance or death, there is some sort of explanation for my family and friends. They need to understand that I didn't kill myself. I did choose this though...well I can't remember choosing this life but...ugh... I'm sorry, this is not going to make much sense. As you read this I need you to know you are not immune to falling victim to the darkness that follows us. You must be careful to not get more involved. I said this would be difficult to explain. Even upon reading this you might think, "She's off her rockers, lost her mind" or "She's had a psychotic break." I assure you it's not mental illness. I will try to explain my story without getting you involved.
By Jessica Pallow6 years ago in Futurism
Write it Down! Write it Down!
Part 1- Slacking off is cool And 10. Ms. Heinz has 10 wrinkles on her face. Man, her writing class is boring. Who cares about essay construction anyways? Wow, there is nobody sitting next to me. Do I stink? Hmmm, yeah, I should have showered. Come on Arroyo, get it together. This is college; we must smell nice for the ladies. Oh, there’s Charles. I can’t stand Charles and his rich butt, always so focused during class. What are we even learning? Oh, how to do properly construct an ending? I hate those cutesy happy endings. Man, these chairs are super uncomfortable. Making me lose some blood flow to my legs. How much longer is this dang class? Cannot wait for my next class with Mrs. Herrera. She makes me melt every time I see her. How much time is left?
By Stephen Reilly6 years ago in Futurism
The Origin of the Moth
The first god and goddess were made with a spontaneous flash of light and darkness which resulted in the creation of Aurora, the Goddess of light, and Noctus, the God of darkness. The sister and brother upon their existence created Earth, which they populated with people, plants, and animals. The siblings took turns watching over the small globe, at the same time, showering Earth with light and darkness; what the humans refer to as day and night. Both the god and goddess loved their creations, and kept adding more to Earth and in turn, inspired the people to create even more, such as cloth, paper, and houses. From the building of houses, sprouted the creation of towns, castles, and finally kingdoms. But despite the constant growing ability and knowledge of the people, they had grown to forget their creators, and slowly ebbed away from praising them. Although this bothered both Aurora and Noctus, they agreed they wouldn’t punish their creations, Aurora believed that they should be above jealousy and wrath, but Noctus was having difficulty controlling himself. It wasn’t until a certain mortal caught his attention that Noctus snapped, going against his sister’s wishes.
By Bliss Hawthorne6 years ago in Futurism