fantasy
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The Afflicted Nymph
(Re-)Birth My first memory is the river. The water is so clear. It reflects the lush trees and bushes along the riverbank. The river acts as a mirror, capturing the world above it, each sway of many a tree branch in the wind. I hear the rustling of foliage. I am mesmerized by this river that cuts so cleanly and neatly through the forest.
A Cat's Choice
Talsia couldn't believe that she was on her way to the temple of Felina to watch Imperial Prince Rolan get engaged to some random girl. What in the world was the Emperor thinking to let the priesthood do that to him? Even worse, she didn't want to be in the carriage right now with her parents and sister going to see this farce. She had better things to do with her time, like study for her exams that were coming up. She would not get past first rank journeyman mage by spending hours at dumb events like this. But she lost her argument with her parents and Saran because the Emperor mentioned her by name on the invitation.
Danni WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Story Of Alun & Gaia
My name is Alun. This is my story about my best friend Gaia. My life, I can tell you, has been a blessing with her around. We both ran away to a better life in the Bahamas and even met a mermaid.
nostalgia.radio🪲Published 3 years ago in FuturismQuarantine Blues
The meeting hall was almost empty when she walked in. There were a few chairs put out - each almost 1,5 meters apart all facing the small stage. She could see Jacqueline with the rest of the med students sitting in the first row. There were some foreign exchange students sitting as far apart from each other as they could. Some even had masks on. It seems that the rest of the students already left last night after the announcement, and the rest followed this morning. She didn’t blame them. Everyone, even she, feared the virus.
Vida J. MalonePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Jinn and The Girl
The notebook held a secret. There was a Jinn inside. The notebook’s black leather was ancient, cracked by the passage of time. It’s once bright and gilded edges had rubbed away long ago. The notebook smelt of ash and sea spray. Trickles of blood decorated the pages in the middle. In the Fertile Crescent, the cradle of civilization, the notebook’s paper had been constructed of papyrus.
Andy HolmesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Genie in the Merlot Bottle
Here we go again. Another date in this pandemic, another Zoom call from a swipe right. When will this pandemic be over? I finish applying mascara and slide on the basic black dress I ordered from Target a week ago, that barely covered my knees. I let down my black and blonde passion twists that I had in a bun on top of my head and check the time. It’s 8:55 pm, so I have 5 more minutes before I have to log onto the call.
Stolen Stars
We are all prisoners of the galaxy, of The Galaxy Lords, and the mortal world. The holy night of the stars will be different this year; the stars will shine, blinding us with the light that makes our eyes bleed from the creases of our cornea to the tips of our chins. I can just feel it through my mortal veins. Mama said it had been centuries since someone from the town of Luriada has been out in the open sky. The Holy Asartar night is a night where every star in the galaxy lights up with flames, my favorite being the star of temprata. As a child, my parents kept me and my little brother Hyphen well away from this night; they feared there could be outliers, those who go against the “normal” capabilities of humanity and pick up on the greediness of the starian sixtation. The starian sixtation are told to have picked up on the souls they have stolen during this night. Nobody has ever returned from the open sky, Mama said they could be dead, Papa said they could be sacrificed, and I say they could be killers.
Aida FakhryPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Golden Watch
The desire for power has been known to devour the strongest minds and strip the valor of the brave. The flame to rule burns so bright that even the gods couldn’t resist the power that came with eternal victory, so after the brutal war between the Olympians and the Titans, the gods seeing an opportunity to carve out everlasting power drew their shards and gambled with the world over which parts they desired to rule. Hades, as fate would have it won the right to rule the underworld, Poseidon conquered the seas in its vast wildness and Zeus received power over the skies and the firmaments.
First Date During The Apocalypse
Victor hides in an alleyway. The young man peaks his head around the corner to survey the area around his destination. A relatively untouched supermarket sits off in the distance. In his line of sight, he can see dozens of abandoned cars littering the streets between him and his destination. Some are just waiting patiently in parallel parking spots for owners who will never return, some are stopped at intersections with their doors wide open and abandoned, and others are unceremoniously plowed into the sides of buildings, onto sidewalks, and turned over every which way.
Tyler C DouglasPublished 3 years ago in FuturismHiding in the Light
If you were to go looking for a group of radical Magicians trying to upset the Community, Mountain Home Arkansas would be the last place you would think to look. About ten years ago a few of the more intelligent Restorationists in the area realized that made it the best place to set up shop. They were careful not to draw attention to themselves or to reveal the secret. And so for the most part the Clave just let them be. That is not to say there was nobody watching their actions just in case. Any group that was interested in upsetting the apple-cart would always be under some sort of scrutiny. And there were enough of the nervous types on the council that were certain total ruin was just around the corner, that they made sure to keep an eye on folks that so far had never caused any real trouble.
John Randolph Skinner IVPublished 3 years ago in FuturismVelvet Night
The restaurant glowed across the parking lot like a warm bed of embers, barely reaching the smattering of dark cars that huddled in the pounding rain. The charcoal-colored blazer that Vince held over his head blocked the worst of it, but by the time he had run the fifteen feet from his car to the restaurant, the coat was already soaked through, uniformly darkened by the deluge. His pants and shirt were wet from the chest-down, perfect for his mystery date with his sister’s mystery friend, Sadie Emerson. Only his hair and shoulders remained mostly untouched as he locked his car with a chirp and fell through the door.
Patrick JuhlPublished 3 years ago in FuturismADAM
Adam gives Zoey a long heartfelt hug. He doesn’t want to let go. He is not sure he even can. Zoey finally says, “Adam, I’m going to miss you to, but you are going to have to release me if you want to catch your flight.”
Barbara FarrellPublished 3 years ago in Futurism