Fantasy

Tale of Two Dark Towers
Looking back at the time frame, I can't honestly say I remember the exact day I saw the commercial for The Dark Tower. It was a trailer of the film being released on the 4th of August 2017, and it starred all the right faces. Handsome and talented Matthew McConaughey as the Man in Black and the dreamy British Idris Elba as the Gunslinger. But it wasn't the heavy-hitter actors that caught my eye. Instead, the blurb towards the end of the trailer that said it was based on a Stephen King book.
By Elevynn ThaMuse4 years ago in Fiction
Marvels of Temerant
Of all the fantasy worlds I’ve loved before, did I ever fall the way I fell for the world of Temerant? The Name of the Wind unfurled a narrative tapestry so rich and delightful that I read it, and The Wise Man’s Fear, each seven times the year I discovered them. Seven times, of course, for all the sevens that appear in these enchanted pages. What makes this world stand apart from the rest? There are many things. But perhaps the key to its singularity is that it begins in defeat –the hero in hiding– bitter and burdened by remorse and regret.
By Amelie Marine4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Golinda and Gallopatrot
Once upon a time, many years ago in a land far away, a child lay in bed, listening to the adventures of Enkidu and Gilgamesh. Mother read, “ They cut a tunnel through the sacred cedar woods that span 10, 000 leagues. They crossed the Waters of Death and climbed between the two peaks of Mount Mashu. Water from a storm drained down the mountains onto the banks of the Euphrates and uprooted a single Hullupu tree. A ghost maiden picked up the tree and brought it to Unag, where Gilgamesh was king. She planted it and it grew. The Huluppu was protected by a dragon. said to be immune to the incantations of the maiden who laughed with a joyful heart. Lilith built her home in the roots of the Tree of Knowledge. An Anzu bird settled in the branches. Some say it was an indefinite article of a disaster. It resembled both the goddess ghost maiden and the dragon. Gilgamesh killed the serpent and destroyed the tree to make a throne for Inanna, the ghost maiden. The Anzu flew to make new homes throughout the world. Golinda was one of the fledglings. She held the essence of the sacred feminine and the dragon that resides within all males and females. They were raised to serve and be served by the other. As it happens, they are considered insignificant stories of imagination, but this tale suggests otherwise.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Journal Entry
Dear Diary, I sit here once again in the shade of the ancient willows- on my favorite moss covered stone near the river. Naked except for the violets and morning glories in my hair. Home once again in the depths of these ancient woods. I am relieved to be back... although I must admit I am lamenting. I am writing this to relieve my heart of this sorrow.
By Guardian of the Flowers4 years ago in Fiction
Representation Matters in the Crossroads Trilogy by Kate Elliott
What if 99% of Europe had been wiped out by the plague in the 14th century, and the remaining non-white peoples of the planet shaped almost all of human history? That was the premise of Kim Stanley Robinson’s alt-history novel, “The Years of Rice and Salt”. While this review isn’t about that book, it provides a way to shift your thinking to a world made up solely of people of color.
By Maria Shimizu Christensen4 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect World
It's an early summer day, the sun glares off my body, and the sound of the birds chirping makes me warm inside. The colors of the roses are bright, so beautiful, I hope they stay that way forever. I woke up today excited, happy, ecstatic to be here, never in a million years did i think i would ever get inside this place. The place where no one ever dies. It sounds crazy, it did to me too right before I saw the light. As I entered this place I was frightened at first, had my tail between my legs when a familiar voice whispered my name. It led me to a big white door and it opened itself for me. I began to walk in, and there were so many people, they all looked happy, and at peace. I wanted to ask why, or what was going on but as I kept on walking I started to see everyone I knew it was as if they were waiting for me. They looked so different from when I could remember. "Hey Kate, how are you! We've missed you so much!" I began to hug and kiss everyone and just enjoy the good company. They decided to show me around and take me to all their favorite places in this world that was so new to me. I can't exaggerate how beautiful it was everywhere I turned it was like a scene straight from a movie. The people were bright, the sun burnt your skin just enough. There weren't any commercial buildings, no hospitals, no stores, it was a little weird to me at first. "Where are all the buildings? the stores?” I ask. "You don't need any of that stuff here silly, look at us, we are all perfect, and never go without." I was so confused, but I went about my day. There were animals, all kinds, even the ones I thought were not real. There were so many people, yet it felt like there was enough space for 1,000 more. Not one person was sad, roaming the streets, asking for food or money. I could feel the vibe in the atmosphere, and let me tell you it was a feeling that filled me with so much happiness it was like I could cry. They took me down to a lake, a lake that I remember perfectly, but it looked different in my mind. The presence was familiar but it eas different. The first time I ever went there was when I was only 8. I used to roam around whenever I felt alone, no one ever questioned where I went so it was my place. It was a little difficult to remember the path at first, but soon I had it memorized and it was so easy to find myself there. As I got older it was the only place I could run to, to feel at peace in my mind. One day I decided it was the only real good thing I had in my life. It was like it was destined for me to find, and the trees around would listen to the stories I told of my life. It's like they felt my sadness, and would soak it up and I would feel alright the rest of the day. Even the water made me feel great especially on the days I would hop in for a swim. I could see shiny things in the water this time, it was the fish, except now they sparkled. I ran my hand through the water and the temperature was just right. I could see my reflection when I gasped. "Oh my gosh, is that me?" I couldn't believe it, I was so beautiful. I place my hands on my cheek, and release a sigh. As I saw the diamonds in the water, that's when I realized this lake, this warm place, is the place I came to die. I was not sad, I was not even a bit upset, I was at peace. I was happy, I was at my place. The place I came to die, because I knew I would be happy here for the rest of my life.
By Maria D4 years ago in Fiction
Fan(dom) Favorite
Harry Porter is the best fantasy world out there because it's full of rich history and character development, all put together in a long series of seven books.
By Temitope Owolabi4 years ago in Fiction
The Weeping Woman
The night was a pitch dark around them. Angel struggled for breath on the ground by her side, crumpled in the sodden grass. Marisela could no longer see through her tears as she pressed her hand to his wound, oozing hot blood through her fingers. Her whole body shook and she sucked in a breath when a tall specter burned white at the corner of her eye. She turned quickly and the wailing woman was like a shaft of fallen moonlight, her toes pointed as she floated above the ground. She watched the couple with large, limpid eyes, her mouth closed and flat.
By HBre4 years ago in Fiction
The Fantasy World of D&D
"Noooooo!" yelled the boy next to me and dramatically fell slumped in his chair. He wasn't much older than fifteen. He was dressed in a wizard hat, robes, and a long fake wizard beard that hung awkwardly from his ears, exposing his round baby face. He gestured wildly and knocked his wizard staff trying to push himself back into a sitting position, his bout of dramatics done and a grin back on his face. His staff slowly slid from the table and clattered on the floor adding to the ruckus of the room. I grinned and looked around me.
By Arkady Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
Stupidity
If not for the tightness in Arellia’s lips and the way the fingers on her right hand twitched, Furl wouldn’t have known anything was wrong. However, he had learned to read her subtle cues. She was agitated.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Queen (Part 5)
Ciara paced up and down waiting for her back up to arrive when she noticed the adze moving his fingers. She stormed up to him. “Don’t even think about it,” she spat. She place her foot on the handle of Hope’s Glory and heard him wince in pain. “Wait,” he announced, “please stop let me tell you what I know. Lean in for I am weak.” She removed her foot but held her position, refusing to lean in. “I’m not falling for that. Out with it,” Ciara spoke.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Fiction
The 3
The 3 The year is still 2014 and things have changed seemingly for the better in a very short time. In 2007 we made contact and by the same time next year there were two alien species living on Earth. Earth as a whole is not what we know now either. The supercontinent of Pangaea never deformed to make the seven continents we have now and that continent itself is now America.
By Natura Earth4 years ago in Fiction