fantasy

Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.

BLOOD RUN
Being a Batiste came with expectations that I had no interest in adopting. Our bloodline was deep-rooted here in New Orleans, Louisiana long ago. Peering out at the old barn once I returned home sent shivers down my spine. The old echoes of a returned night owl echoed into the night notifying my family of my untimely arrival.
By Cassie Smilez6 years ago in Futurism
Best Left Lost
So accustomed had I become to the constant, rolling song of the desert, that I almost did not hear the beckoning call of my destination steadily approaching me. I stopped and looked upon the dark mouth of the cave. To my eyes alone, it appeared like the hundreds of others I had seen in my journey, like the thousands I had seen in my lifetime. Though, as I gazed upon it with my soul, an aura of invitation surrounding the cave confirmed to me that this was what I had so long searched for.
By Mudamir Aljashe6 years ago in Futurism
Bound to a Scribe
"I can't believe that I still agreed to come here. You know how hard it was to get past airport security looking the way I do?"
By B. Hattie6 years ago in Futurism
A Not-So-Chance Encounter
We all hear of people’s lives changing in a blink of an eye. We all have that deep-down desire, that one day, we have an experience that would do just that, in the best way imaginable. That is how my story begins. My name is Ava Lane. My not-so-chance encounter has transformed my life. As a 20-year-old CU college student, I certainly felt I would be the last person on earth for something like this to happen to. I’ve been told repeatedly, “Things don’t happen by chance”.
By Nicole Sanders6 years ago in Futurism
Ticket to Freedom
On a cold November evening, is where our story unfolds. In a city as big as Detroit but as small as a common village of gossips, thieves, and whores. It was named Zirchonia, after the fake crystals used in jewelry cases in supermarkets. Growing up, Trinity loved to look at all the pretty rings and dreamed of the day when she could buy one of her own. Only she probably wouldn't stop there since it's been so long since she had something pretty in her possession. Although the name gave the allure of beauty, the physical place was far from anything beautiful. 102
By Stevi C6 years ago in Futurism
Princess Noire
“And up next…Princess Noire.” The auctioneer belted out these words with pride and more gusto than for any of the other collectables that evening.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry6 years ago in Futurism
The Bunny’s Book
It is spring in an enchanted place we all know of, and perhaps even visited once in our childhood daydreams. The doors of a small general store fling open. A wolf is clutching a small rabbit by the scruff of his neck.
By Jenna Z6 years ago in Futurism
Paradigm Shift
My brain has been eaten by a swarm of algorithms. It was a slow painless process for those unaware of the feasting. For the woke, it was like being descended upon by blood thirsty no see ums, 24 hours a day for months−years even.
By Shawna Savage 6 years ago in Futurism
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, Mirror I’m nothing like Snow White’s stepmom. I would never poison anybody’s apple. The only thing we have in common is my mirror has been talking back to me. I did not ask it anything stupid like, “Who’s the fairest of all?” I already know I am not.
By Ramona Scarborough6 years ago in Futurism
Five
The device was suddenly blasted out of her hand, and smashed to the ground in pieces, as the sound of the blaster shot echoed through the air. The officers immediately drew for their weapons and looked around but couldn’t see who it was. Another shot was received by the officer holding Lovette, who went down straight away.
By Ishmael Edwards6 years ago in Futurism
The Edge of Fortune
Noting the spine of the book she touched, Clancy let her hand slowly glide along the other books stacked haphazardly on the shelf. It was 2121 and books were rare. Library was a word she recalled as an echo, passed down from generations of stories that brought books to life for her in a way she has never seen in her world. A loud buzz caught her attention and she peered up from her crouched position at the back of the history museum, to notice the other teenagers that had come on this knowledge trip. Each stood with their heads bent over a device, fingers flying over the weightless keys, which were suspended in the air like magic. The teach-bot appeared pleased, rattling words out in competition with the clatter of typing keys, a fervent note-taking ritual that Clancy found disturbing.
By Jilana Booker6 years ago in Futurism
The Hardihoodious Adventure of Fleshy, Slimbob and Mocknock
Back in the time when different species of humans made their homes in caves, there lived along the saw-toothed coast of an eastern archipelago, a very fat boy named Fleshy who had a skinny little dog named Slimbob. Fleshy was a Neanderthal boy, and a fat one at that! His mother made his clothes from the skins of mammoths because the skins of deer and wild pigs were just too small. Slimbob his dog, on the other hand, was so skinny and small that Fleshy could carry him in a pouch made from the hides of moles. Back in those days there was no such thing as a pet; humans hadn't learned to domesticate animals yet. But Fleshy had rescued the frail and frightened canine from the jaws of an opportunistic and ravenous Snowsnake, minutes after the abandoned runt had been born. Slimbob had two subcranial puncture wounds from the snake’s bite but his rescuer nursed him back to life by applying ground comfrey leaves mixed with cave bear coprolites, and he recovered. Well, he almost recovered. He was never going to be the fierce and savage dog that he was meant to be, but instead he was docile, and content to ride around with Fleshy, snug and warm within the moleskine pouch that hung from Fleshy’s neck.
By Rose Anderson6 years ago in Futurism