fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Doomsday at the Ranch
It was a cold, snow covered day in the mountains near Yellowstone National Park. The 12 inches of snow had crusted over and a lone figure covered in a thick, black snow suit tramped through the crunchy top layer. Ice was more like it. Ice cleats which covered the hiking boots made a scraping sound and that was the only sound heard for miles. Emily was alone today. Her horse Beauty was at home in the warm barn enjoying the warm company of the other farm animals. The emptiness of the surroundings meant that all the forest creatures were safely tucked into their nests and holes leaving Emily the only living thing crazy enough to go for a walk in it.
Rebecca McCaulouPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA QUEST OF THE HEART
Forever moving forward, I looked around at the devastation that met my eyes; the rubble, the decay, and the lichen covered remains of the once beautiful buildings that had once stood tall and proud in a bustling city. All caused by the devastation of the events of the past year.
Sharon J DossPublished 3 years ago in FuturismAfter Doom's Day Thoughts
Walking along the beach, my vehicle getting farther away as the sand and water rush between my toes. It’s nice that the beach and ocean clean up programs worked to keep them free of trash. Beautiful gems, stones, and metals of all sorts can be found all over the sand because of how the machines were programmed. I’m having a lot of fun, finally relaxing some for the first time. I twirl and frolic in the waves as something catches my eye. I see the chain first; it almost looks like snakeskin. It is uniformly sized though and partially buried.
Memory
Memory is a fickle visitor. Coming and going at the oddest moments, dredging up a reminiscence with no seeming origin. You are walking with your dog along a highway, smell some flowers, and you remember the blooms your father used to bring home to your mother. You don’t remember what your father looks like, or your mother, or even what color of vase she would put those flowers in. You do remember those flowers, and the contented humming your mother would do afterwards as she walked through the house.
Kerry BoothPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Locket
"We have just received a threat from an unknown source. All we know is that it is not of this world. Take shelter immediately." The radio broadcast came through while Ember was sitting on her bed. Ember and her parents hurried out to the shelter they had installed last month. Then came a loud crack that seemed to shake everything around them. Ember's father decided they would stay in the shelter for about a month before they came out. Om
Matt CavenderPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Heart Shaped Locket
The acid rain sizzled and spat as it hit the pock-marked asphalt of the streets of old LA. Only rats walk these dark avenues. Not the four-legged variety, they had more sense and got out or were eaten. Only the two-legged species persisted. Too stupid to run when they could, they were trapped in this ghetto of crumbling concrete and steel. So they plodded through the acid rain, covered in layers of plastic and mylar so that they did not end up looking like the streets, melted and tortured. When they were not roaming, they were scouring the abandoned buildings for food and dry shelter.
The Cataclysm
A young man is hurrying to pack his supplies in a hidden bunker as his girlfriend has gone missing. She usually leaves early as dawn was the safest time to travel in this land to forage nearby but hasn’t returned in the allotted time. Usually, they go together but she must have woken before him and now he can’t find her. He hurriedly leaves the home he has had to inhabit for 6 years since ‘The Cataclysm’ that tore a hole in reality, allowing monsters and demons to roam his world, and venture into a hellish landscape to find his lost love.
Sharnii ElliottPublished 3 years ago in FuturismForgotten
They entered through the doorway, leaving the sour smell of the air, for the musty odor of decay and dust. Rhena coughed as dust careened through her nose, itching her throat. Isla slid from Rhena’s arm, dropping to the ground, unable to stay balanced with Rhena’s violent cough.
Cherie YoungPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEléni & M Move to Athens - Part 10
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 9 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—her comments are proof—to appear as a fictional character in this new series, where she represents the real Greek soul of the story apart from Goddess Athena, of course. Crete is the largest and most populous (around 635,000 people) of the Greek islands and the fifth largest island in the Mediterranean Sea, bounding the southern border of the Aegean Sea. Crete rests around 160 km (99 miles) south of the Greek mainland and has an area of 8,336 km² (3,219 miles²) and a coastline of 1,046 km (650 miles). Wikipedia
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNew Earth
Saturday December 12th 2055 Damn it had happened. The end to it all. My mom had been preparing me for this since I was born, I grew up on stories of what was to come. She prepared me so I wouldn't be afraid and could not only survive but create a New Earth. This was it. It had finally happened. Here I was standing on the edge of a new world. I could sense the fear in the air but there was excitement too. For those of us that had mothers that were part of the Secret Sect of The Heart we weren't raised with the stories of doom and gloom but of fearlessness and conquering. We are The Heart of the new world. We are the beat of the new world. We had prepared our whole lives for this moment.
Heather May O'NeilPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLast Entry
The golden chain from the heart-shaped locket bookmarked the last page of the dead man's journal: Six years have elapsed since the last time I experienced human contact. The intense thoughts that occur during these long periods of solitude are reserved for the fortunate or the rock-solid mad man.
Paul LaflammePublished 3 years ago in FuturismEverything Will Change
A soft wind blew through Karen’s hair as she stood on the balcony of her temporary home. Vixok was kind enough to let Karen live in a small house rather than in the infirmary. It had only been one week since she had arrived on Turnog. The citizens were very accepting of her and her nature. They had learned that Karen’s senses were bound to the paranoia of getting hurt. Though she appeared fine on the outside, it only took one misunderstanding to bring out the fierceness that was locked inside. Despite this drawback, the citizens understood that it was not Karen’s fault.
Kate GraftonPublished 3 years ago in Futurism