fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
True Colors
The morning of the test I walked into the kitchen and my parents were sitting at the table waiting for me. As I poured a cup of coffee my mom asked me a question.
Michelle TaylorPublished 3 years ago in FuturismAnimals & Green Light!! More Please!!
“Words already said that were already written scratched away from the last note… “ “I caught a glimpse of a green lightning bolt and it made me think I felt better… “
De'John Connerly-BeyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPanel
The moment I set foot in the stadium, I can hear every little sound: every breath the women take; every time their fingernails touch a desk; and every time my heart doesn't skip a beat. The sounds are all so refreshingly human, rather than the sound of charging bulls hardly anthropomorphic enough for me to truly get charged up. I'm sick of that. It's complete BULL, like a speculator. I can't stress that enough.
A Bull named Revenge
A black bull stood at the edge of a mountain grove, bellowing his duress. Might a sorceress hear and assist him? Hefnd was his name: Revenge in a language other than Norse. Hefnd thought he might kick some witch of a thing into that low grade tornado down valley. How satisfying it must be to fling wagons at a renovated barn, defacing its pristine, white siding. He studied the circling wind, admiring its vengefulness; what had set that whirler off?
Barbara SteinhauserPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSteampunk story I haven't got a name for yet
MATTIE Forests. They were such interesting things. Of course, they didn’t really exist anymore. But still. Who could have known there were that many snakes in one place. She was going to find one someday. Who cared what Mrs. Margret Lottie Winch thought. Poor Mrs. Margret. She had no imagination at all.
And I am NightmarePublished 3 years ago in FuturismUniverses of Rebellions
The year is 2175 and I, Alixandra Knowalls, am the last of a dying breed. I was originally created to serve as a Protector for the World Ruler, Vitoria of Hamburg. My creation was not a peaceful one. At the young age of two hours old I was ripped from my mother’s frozen womb and placed inside an incubator designed by Dr. Knowalls faithful lab underneath Buckingham Palace.
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 37
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 36 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has agreed wholeheartedly to play the role of a fictional character also called, Anthi, starting in the first series, but with the name, Anthi Kanéna, in this 99-part series (or 100), which she chose herself to add some spirited intrigue. O Anthi! “Yes, M!” How tall are you? “Why do you want to know my height?” I was just wondering if you were taller than Anthi Kanéna. Deep in my subterranean cells, my five senses labor; they weave and unweave space and time, joy and sorrow, matter and spirit. Nikos Kazantzakis
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEléni & M Move to Athens - Part 36
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 35 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has agreed—she did at least twice—to play the role of a fictional character also called, Anthi, starting in the first series, but with the name, Anthi Kanéna, in this 101-part series (or less), which she chose herself to add Homer to the cast at least in spirit. O Anthi! “Yes, M!” How is the weather in Athens? “You can check the Internet, M.” But I want you to tell me, Anthi. I want to have your perspective. My brain blots out, and all, the heavens and the earth, vanish. Nikos Kazantzakis
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEléni & M Move to Athens - Part 35
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 34 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has agreed, I forget when, to play the role of a fictional character also called, Anthi, starting in the first series, but with the name, Anthi Kanéna, in this 100-part series (or more), which she chose herself to convey a more elemental meaning. O Anthi! “Yes, M!” When will it end? “You already know the answer, M.” But I want you to spell it out, Anthi. Is it too much to ask? The stars shine in my brain; ideas, [wo]men, animals, [trees] browse in my temporal head; songs and weeping fill the twisted shells of my ears and storm the air for a moment. Nikos Kazantzakis
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEléni & M Move to Athens - Part 34
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 33 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has agreed many weeks ago to play the role of a fictional character also called, Anthi, starting in the first series, but with the name, Anthi Kanéna, in this forever series, which she chose herself, perhaps thinking that it will be over soon enough. O Anthi! “Yes, M!” I never want it to end. “It will end when it will end, M.” I knew that you were going to say that, Anthi. The sun comes up and the sun goes down in my skull. Out of one of my temples the sun rises, and into the other the sun sets. Nikos Kazantzakis
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismHUWAN Book 1
© 2021 Tausha May Henry HUWAN All Rights Reserved Kingdom of JamesVillie City, Pangea Planet Pure Opal Universe of Delta
Tausha HenryPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEléni & M Move to Athens - Part 33
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 32 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has agreed months ago to play the role of a fictional character also called, Anthi, starting in the first series, but with the name, Anthi Kanéna, in this when-is-it-going-to-end series, which she wisely chose herself. O Anthi! Which one? Does it really matter? I sometimes confuse them in my head. We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life. Nikos Kazantzakis
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in Futurism