fantasy
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Chaturanga
“To the Duke of Laodinshnider, Vicar of the Highlands, esteemed servant of Tyrus the Incomparable, God-King Undefeatable, on the 7th of Aym in the year of our Lord. It is with the most unbiased of intent and truncated formal sensibilities that I inform you our treaty uniting us against Gairoadyn, Demon Sorcerer under the Sea, is hereto cancelled and made of none effect. Gairoadyn’s armies decimated my village in the Lower Establishment, armies led by their dark princess with your eldest son by her side.
By Joshua Evans7 years ago in Futurism
By Hadrian's Wall
For some time, my uncle was the closest remaining sheep farmer to the glaciers. They were closing in from both sides: the continental sheet was coming up from the coast, while on the other side the Pennines had long since been covered. There was just a thin corridor in between like the one paleolithic peoples supposedly used to reach the Americas, except that it was a corridor which came to a dead end at the point where the glaciers intersected. That point drew nearer to the farm with every year. My uncle was not intimidated. He insisted that the glaciers might start to retreat anytime, and he was determined not to budge unless the ice pushed him out.
By JYT Kennedy7 years ago in Futurism
Jenna's Sacrifice
In the beginning, all was shapeless and still, filled with darkness and emptiness. Then with a single low, tolling note, a pale light appeared that quickly grew to fill in the cracks in... everywhere. It grew in intensity as the note was sustained, then it seemed to fade away once more, leaving seemingly countless specks of itself behind that would form the patterns later races would one day call the constellations.
By Aurora Skye7 years ago in Futurism
Looking Glass Part 4: The Day They Got Separated
It was a full moon on the night before the three got separated for good. The Native American Chief’s wife asked “tell me it's not true Dakota…say it's just a story that everybody is talking about”, as they both sat round the campfire waiting for some news from one of the observers or Fred. They both stared into the fire; they could see the three triplets playing in the orphanage in the department, knowing that the three of them would soon forget each other.
By Lizzy Arrow7 years ago in Futurism
Journeying Through the Shadows
The clouds parted as Chione looked out the window and into the yard, trying to see if she could see if Breka was finally home yet. The winter weak sunlight slipped over her shoulder and into the room as Chione leaned away from it almost instinctively. The light didn't hurt her — exactly — but it wasn't comfortable to be out in it for more than a couple hours.
By Aurora Skye7 years ago in Futurism
The Magical Mermaid
In the deep recesses of the ocean, a world of fantastical creatures awaits. Down where the sea is still, beneath the roiling waves, Marina was known by all. She swam about, her vibrant tail a coral-green a flash of colour as she passed, her fair skin glistening, golden hair gleaming, as she helped her father rule across the ocean.
By Aman Ashraf7 years ago in Futurism