fantasy

Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.

  • Skelly Snoo
    Published 16 days ago
    Bukka's Curious

    Bukka's Curious

    The halfling stepped out from his front door and took in a deep breath of fresh autumn forest air. His home was built into the ground beneath a large redwood, a comfortable little place that opened out into one room with a bed on the far end and a large fireplace where a hole opened up into a make-shift chimney, and a small table sat in the center with shelves lining his walls, all decorated with jars full of preserved deceased animals and other animal trinkets. The forest itself was comfortably filled with many redwoods tightly fit together and underbrush decorating the trunks at the base. As mentioned, it was autumn, and the forest floor was littered with colourful leaves and twigs that snapped beneath his small feet as he found a spot on a tree root and sipped from the cup of tea in his hands.
  • Alena Fée
    Published 16 days ago
    TICK-TOCK!

    TICK-TOCK!

    PART 1
  • Ephirium Crimley
    Published 16 days ago
    EINDRINGLING

    EINDRINGLING

    EXT. cemetery Midnight
  • Corey Lowe
    Published 18 days ago
    Guardians

    Guardians

    The shores on the Northern Sea were calmer than usual, the light glistening against the quiet waters. Two men blissfully were sailing hoping to catch a good load of fish for the day. But calm waters do not indicate a peaceful voyage, for off to the west sailed a much larger ship filled with murderous men. "Captain!" said the crewman, "I see two fishermen on a small boat about five miles east." The captain smirked. He saw a chance to gather an easy score, so he rouses his men. "Alright lads! Let's go and meet our new guests. We can always use some more slaves!" The men laugh and head directly for the fishermen.
  • Riley
    Published 19 days ago
    Godstorm

    Godstorm

    They haven’t seen me for many years. The rivertown folk. Some have begun to forget my face. I like it that way.
  • Iona Jackson
    Published 19 days ago
    The City of Stories

    The City of Stories

    “RUN! …. Just RUN!” He stumbled as he flew down the street, barely noticing where he was going. He flung himself inside and tried to dodge the people as in sheer panic he continued to move onwards. He only stopped when he was almost thrown off his feet after hitting a rather solid something. Blinking rather fast to clear his vision, he looked up. Ignoring whoever or whatever it was that he had hit he stumbled on again, panic always one step behind him, waiting for the time to fully engulf him. He grabbed a ticket stumbled onto the platform of the first train leaving, found a seat, sat and fidgeted. “Slow, too slow! I could run faster than this! Why is it taking so long?!” Finally the train began to move, slowly pulling out of the station. He fidgeted the whole time, nerves pulsating through his body, playing with His mind, making Him think He can out run a train, get to his destination faster. Instead His leg began to move of its own accord, beating out its own rhythm that clashed with the drumming of his fingers. At last the train pulled into its final destination, almost falling out of the carriage, he stumbled to the exit. Now out in the open he continues, past rows of cars, over a road onto a bridge, he glances down at the water as he passes, shakes his head, continues on. On He moves, up the road, past traffic lights, shops and night clubs now closed in the daylight hours. The road begins to climb slightly, becoming aware of this He stops. Finding Himself at more traffic lights, He crosses the road, earning himself a honk from a passing car as it narrowly misses his retreating feet. He continues up the road as it climbs and turns a corner. Over the next set of traffic lights his feet carry him. On up the hill, the road levelling out, his feet carry him past bus stops, cafes and shop fronts. A hill looms up, on his left, with a Castle on its crown. Barely noting this impressive sight, his feet carry him on to yet more traffic lights. Making a U-turn he now finds himself walking along a street parallel to the one he was on. Walking along this cobbled street, he passes more shops, cafes little side streets. He turns left down one of these and emerges out into an open area opposite fixed market stalls. He turns right keeps walking. “NO!” startled he looks up inches away from an elderly woman, realising this shout had come from him, he mumbles an apology then dives across the road into a news agent store. He comes out with a news paper to make his embarrassing escape look purposeful. He turns left, newspaper under arm, and once again immersed in his head as the whirlpool off thoughts starts up again. At the end of the road he turns right, crosses the road and all but falls through the door of a pub, ‘The Hanging Dog’.
  • Allison Turman
    Published 19 days ago
    Unit 152
  • Rayevah Morales
    Published 21 days ago
    Castleway

    Castleway

    Castleway
  • Kenzie Cole
    Published 22 days ago
    Witch's Destiny

    Witch's Destiny

    Chapter 1
  • Ian Cameron
    Published 23 days ago
    Tancred and Crystal Cove

    Tancred and Crystal Cove

    Chapter One: The siege of Crystal Cove
  • Todd Robinson
    Published 27 days ago
    The Contract

    The Contract

    FADE IN:
  • Bradley Knight
    Published 28 days ago
    The Ultimate dinner party

    The Ultimate dinner party

    The word Ultimate is one of those old Homonyms English words where context is everything. Words such as these have two meanings, sometimes more, and often these meanings are almost intentionally placed miles apart from each other in order to elicit confusion with the inexperienced.