fantasy

Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.

Dawn of Darkness
The bright and full moon had just begun it’s leisurely descent behind the unreachable horizon in the realm of Laografan. At the edge of Darkroot Forest, a group of lightly armoured elves traversed the treetops under the cover of the thick canopy. The reason behind their disturbance of a usually calm and quiet night? A report of a large collection of humans gathered by the base of the Vadensnaw mountains. Thus, six of the greatest Elven warriors were chosen to investigate the race that had been experiencing the most internal turmoil and why they would choose to gather at the crossroads between the Elven realm and the Dwarven realm.
By Joey Rojas6 years ago in Futurism
Phil's Remarkable Voyage
The little robot couldn't believe it. $20,000 for the best story, and it could all be his. Phil had never written a story before, nor could he even speak sounds other than "beep" and "boop," but that would not deter him. Just think how many Lego sets he could afford, how many things he could build. He hadn't entirely been sure how much that money that was, but Phil figured he was a whiz at counting his little studded toes and would therefore find it easy to calculate. A big number for such a tiny robot. There are usually only so many things a little robot could need, but in such a big and costly world it would afford him just about anything he wanted. He wanted one thing above all else: the parts to build a robot friend. Many of them.
By Phil Robot6 years ago in Futurism
Snow Day
It was a cold December day in 1935 in a small town in Colorado as the children played in the snow with big smiles on their faces. It seemed like any other day in the town, but things were about to change for one particular child.
By Anthony Cooper6 years ago in Futurism
Love Letters to Myself
"Am I allowed to love myself? screamed within my ears After countless cuts from life have bled throughout the years Where tongues have pierced everything, that once, I held so dear
By The Ghost Writer6 years ago in Futurism
At Ship's End
The spray of the tumultuous sea kissed the early morning air, leaving tiny pearls of water in its wake. Lucian Pax gently brushed the drops from the little black book nestled on his knees. He sharpened a pencil with a small knife as the sound of heavy boots halted at his back. Though Lucian remained the newest and youngest addition to the Empress crew, he had quickly become accustomed to Captain Ryke’s sovereign footfalls.
By Katie McNeill6 years ago in Futurism
The Curser
The Curser Bloodline Malediction By Dawn Summers It felt good coming back home. Northern life is much different than the southern part of the country. Patty felt stifled and too conservative in the North. And she missed the aroma of beignets in the morning. Patty sat back in the taxi, she couldn't help going back to a time where life was carefree and fun. A time before her fiance existed was gleeful, barefoot running in the fields. Ron changed all that, her love for him consumed all thoughts and desires. She couldn't breathe if she was not with him. Patty knew those sweet memories of her youth must stay just memories. Aunt Telly is the only one that can help her keep Ron from being consumed by the essence of the most beautiful Simpson woman, Dia. Men could not resist the long black hair, the welcoming warm brown eyes. The curve of their lips that beckons a kiss. The Simpson women have it all; from their curvaceous bodies to their charming personalities. No man could resist the mysterious way they talk, walk or create. The desire for them was so strong many women lost their husbands. and boyfriends to the Simpsons' thrall. Dia Simpson was intelligent, sweet, gorgeous, and charming. Just the thought of Ron looking in her direction sent chills down her spine.
By Dawn Summers6 years ago in Futurism
A Drop Of Dragon's Blood
There must be something more for me out there, I thought. Something more than a life as a lowly servant! “Trixie!” Startled, I turned around.
By TheNeutralDragon6 years ago in Futurism
Hush, She Said to Her Restless Heart
Sarah will always remember the day she discovered that she was the most powerful person on Earth. Riding her bicycle to the top of a hill on the asphalt trail in the Nature Preserve, she had to stop. The twelve-year-old felt her legs getting stronger and it became difficult to control the bike. The wind picked up and gusts of warmth swirled past brushing her face and arms. The girl thought it strange that gravity could feel so weak.
By Rick Baker6 years ago in Futurism
The Leprechaun Journals
Henry could feel the heat from the ashes through his worn shoes. The thick smoke choked him and burned his already tearful eyes. Nurse Nancy pulled young Henry close and led him away from the rubble. Henry clutched the rough diamond in his small hands and looked back over his shoulder at the large angry man standing in the smoky ruins. He was both exhilarated and confused but he felt secure in the care of the tender nurse. Henry adored her because she was kind, had a pretty face, and always smelled of lavender, but now, her bravery made him feel unassailable, so he nestled in closer. Henry couldn’t decide if he was trembling from the cold or fear. He thought Nurse Nancy was trembling too as they made their way briskly back to the local theater where all the children had been taken after the fire. They would have to remain there until they could be transported to the public orphanage in Philadelphia.
By P.E.Pence6 years ago in Futurism
The Three Hungers Of Argost
Over the forest, a single stone tower came into view. It was several stories tall, with steeple shaped windows marking every floor…save one. The brickwork was worn, vine twisted and disheveled…as if the earth had shifted in its sleep and jostled the stones from their once perfect alignment.
By Brian West6 years ago in Futurism
The Ravagers
They will remember my name They will remember my reign Just as they remember that with night, comes darkness And with day, comes the light
By Megan Hodder6 years ago in Futurism
The little book
Formal Write out below, Enjoy! :) THE LITTLE BOOK Once upon a time near the edge of the world, where the oceans fell to oblivion and the moon poured its milk onto the lilac void of eternity. A little black book lay upon an old wooden pedestal just beyond the edge of reality.
By Brian Zuleta6 years ago in Futurism