fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
The Dreamer Chapter 8
Marcus woke up in the nurse's office with a pounding headache. “Your mom is on her way to pick you up,” Mrs. Patsy said. “When you walked in this time, you were pale and clammy.”
Theodore DembowskiPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Alchemist's Practice Chapter 11
Wynn made a positively delicious meal that night for Edric and her. The strawshrooms, onion, asparagus, and fiddleheads were fried in garlic butter and salted to perfection and placed next to a massive slice of pork tenderloin cooked in the same pan.
Jeremy McLeanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismShadow Academy, chapter 25
After what felt like hours sitting in one spot as we were individually interviewed, then all the cult members together, my attackers finally emerge from the headmaster's office, guards hauling them away.
Amethyst ChampagnePublished 3 years ago in FuturismOut of the Pan
"Now where is that folio...", I mutter under my breath, sweeping maps and charts from the shelves to the floor. A still, heavy air fills the otherwise quiet room--perhaps an evening rainstorm will help cover my escape.
Val FitzpatrickPublished 3 years ago in FuturismO.B.E ORACLE
The Pleas and Prayers rang out, as if from all directions, as I descended into sleep. My mind never resists when head hits pillow. The instant draw outside of my body, a rarity, and for them to be so immediate, so insistent.
Sarah St.ErthPublished 3 years ago in FuturismDust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 6 - A New Power We retired to our room sometime later, well-fed and watered, although the 'water' was a strong alcoholic mead. It took us less than a minute to fall asleep, after both of us acquainted ourselves with the 'facility'. In fact, we reacquainted ourselves several times during the night.
Robert TaylorPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSo Live
It’s been days since I’ve slept. Weeks since I’ve eaten a full meal. Probably months since I’ve had a complex thought. Not a thought about the normal things. Not a thought about the vast nothingness of the bottom of the ocean. Not about the peace that comes with fading into unconsciousness - into sleep. An original, complex thought. A thought about the complexity of a love that I will likely chance upon only once. A thought about the repercussions of the economic prosperity of the country that I live in and abhor with an intensity that threatens to set my soul alight – that threatens to engulf me in flames at any moment.
⌭ Emerald Eye ⌭ [Part I]
Though bipedal and humanoid, Demlorai was far from sapien. His planet was long lost to war, home to billions. Creations of Ulterious— The god of light— his species had within them a basketball’s size of her essence. L’tharum.
Samuel OlukayodePublished 3 years ago in FuturismDust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 5 - Entering the Town “Perhaps that is it,” suggested Jinek the Wizard. “What is?” I asked him. “The ability to hear others speech regardless of the language they are speaking.”
Robert TaylorPublished 3 years ago in FuturismDust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 4 – Meeting the Wizard The group of people, six in all, stopped abut 20 feet below us and stared at our clothes and hairstyles.
Robert TaylorPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Hermit and the Songbird
They flew no banners, the carts that snaked down the narrow, overgrown paths of the Mordenwood, but any who saw them would recognize them as vehicles of conquest. The cart in the lead was open to the air, drawn by draft horses in barding and filled with soldiers and their kit – two pikemen, four musketeers and a driver with a matchlock pistol secreted in his garb, each of them with a cuirass and a steel helmet. Behind it was a carriage with a compartment reinforced with iron bars; two pikeman minded the roof of the vehicle while the captain sat with the driver, wearing his fine steel broadsword and ornate pistol proudly. A pair of men on coursers rode at the flanks, occasionally prodding the thickets with their lancets and sweeping the path ahead.
Andrew JohnstonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismFalladin
Falladin Once upon a time in a Land named Nod, there was a man, and he was very odd. Very very odd. You see, this was long long ago, before medieval times, before the crusades, before the year of our Lord. Nephilm were present on the earth, and it was a strange place back then. Beasts of all sorts, shapes and sizes walked about. It was survival.
Marquita RenaePublished 3 years ago in Futurism