Fantasy

There is Nothing New Under the Sun
She sat by the water. The rhythmic waves were dirty and mostly lifeless, but mesmerizing all the same. She sat alone, mourning, and lamenting; but for what, she didn’t even know.
By Jesse Struble5 years ago in Fiction
Awaken
“And what do you do when you get to the end of the aisle, miss?” I asked Aina who was preparing for her debut as an official princess.
By Brianna Crawford5 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3000
It's the year 3000 and sheesh, did THAT escalate. Back before time travelling was part of the equation; the human race dealt with racial equality issues, global controversy, Jeff Besos and Elon Musk competing for world domination, white supremacy (but I guess that falls under racial equality issues) and people murdering each other for money. Nowadays if you’re human, you’re lucky to be alive and you fall under one category: the human race. The thing is, I was born in the age where humans caused problems for each other and through time travel along with a fated meeting I am now in year 3000 with a mission to save the human race. Before I get into the details of that I need to explain the current disposition of the world.
By Patrick Oleson5 years ago in Fiction
How To Make A Ghost
The first thing I noticed was not the long darkness, or the peaceful oblivion, or the empty coldness predicted by so many works of fiction. It was the absence of my heart beat. The small, fluttering, fragile thing in its cage of bone that had been my most faithful companion since before I was alive, had died. The reliable, steady rhythm of my life ceased, and in its place throbbed blank desertion.
By Jackson Howling5 years ago in Fiction
Resin, Second Chance
Early morning dew clung to the grass of a goat field. The herd had been moved away to provide an open space to work in. Jake and Peter were at the edge of the badlands about two miles south of Vacilia. A cool mid-spring breeze blew across Peter’s face as he concentrated on the melon sized rock that sat on the grass twenty feet away.
By Andy Ahart5 years ago in Fiction
Bunker 56
Bunker 56 July 28th, 2347 Sophie Miller. They announced my mother's name as if it was a blessing, something to be excited about. It was not. She was chosen to be the first to step foot on land in fifty years. Leave the bunker, her home. She was born in here, just like me. And now she was going to leave.
By Emma Bayne 5 years ago in Fiction
The Quest of The Multiverse
The universe as we know it no longer existed. A new era had begun where the multiverse collided into one living space. It started when generations of scientists noticed the parallel universes' evidence and figured out how to unlock the portal. They were considered the elders and the peacekeeper. All beings lived in coexistence, but some were trying to gain more force to rule the multiverse. A war was brewing on the horizon. According to the prophecy, the next generation of peacekeepers would come from different beings. They would have incredible power but won't realize it until being guided through a transformation.
By icyflows5 years ago in Fiction
Future History
Ja'kel opened his eyes only to see darkness. Or was he just unable to open them. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t remember falling asleep and he has this overwhelming feeling of terror that he is somewhere too close to the “No Zone”.
By Daniel Sterling5 years ago in Fiction
Hopeless Heart
Beautiful, brown, blood-clotted hair clung tightly to the silver, weather-rusted clasps of the locket. A heart. Such a peculiar thing to be in the shape of in this day in age. The jewelry piece sprung upwards as it was snagged away, breaking a single fragile loop in the, once magnificent, silver chain. The battered heart fell limp in the rough, leather-gloved hand of the stout man, as he combed his imagination, pondering its origin.
By Adam Pegg5 years ago in Fiction
Fault Line
Underground, there’s no telling the seasons or the weather and the windows are fake and painted in bright renditions of old above-ground artwork from days gone by, imperfect but lovingly hand painted. The air coming through the vents is room temperature and filtered, giving no hint as to the state of the outside world.
By Felicia Jowett5 years ago in Fiction
Skye and The Drain
It is hard for Skye to imagine a different time, or place for that matter, than how her life is, bright by day and dark, extremely dark, by night. After the explosion of the moon, life on Earth came to an immediate stop. Oceans spilled into streets leaving life on Earth a completely water-based civilization.
By Stephanie N. Burgess5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Heart
It was the last natural harvest the world would ever see. Upscaled insider’s (“Upscalers”) would benefit from printed food while downscaled insider’s (“Downscalers”) would starve and disintegrate. People like me, deemed the outsiders of society, would imagine and contemplate and pray for the hope that was absent beyond the fence in what they called “The Heart”, a re-branded former Earth.
By Rachele Voigt5 years ago in Fiction