Fantasy

art
My father once told me that real art isn’t something you can see, hear, or touch. Real art, in the simplest sense, is a feeling. It used to course through my veins, as important as any organ. Before the training began, real art was all I’d ever known. And as I run from the place I call home, I realise that I need it now more than ever.
By daksha5 years ago in Fiction
Romeo and Juliet 2: Romey Owes and Julies' Debt
In a torch-lit cave deep underground, stagnant decaying air, heavy with the stench of sulphur, penetrates the nostrils of a newly delivered dozen of the Devil's damned delinquents. As the bleary, squinting eyes of this group of pale failures slowly adjust to the dim lighting within the cave, a 'Hell Introduction Officer' stands before them eager to officially welcome them all to Hell.
By James Spencer-Briggs5 years ago in Fiction
Humanity Is A Portal
My desire for the truth makes me different from the rest of the population. My inner knowing, that life does not have to be so full of hatred and pain, is also a sign of my difference to the rest. I am sure that I am not the only person who has this feeling, but I have no idea how I would find anyone else.
By Amelia Randall 5 years ago in Fiction
The Pandora
Curiosity is arguably one of the first traits we human beings ever develop. A baby's wide eyed wonder at the world. An explorer's burning need to see with their own eyes. The strange, stupid little instinct that makes us go turn on the porch light to see what made that noise in the darkness.
By Rebekka Cornell5 years ago in Fiction
Look to the Sky....
From the moment the rocks from outer space began descending across the earth, the humans that were fortunate to remain across the globe, soon found, that this fortune to be alive had been a cruel, vicious joke. It had been a higher power’s form of bad luck, spread to the few human soles, that struggled to live on.
By J W Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
The New World
23/4/2050 Dear diary, I write this as my first and last entry. This is my testament as to how the world was destroyed and how we were able to rebuild it. If you are reading this and there is life flourishing once more then you know we are alive, if no one ever reads this then I guess I failed, but here goes…
By Nicola mcfarlane 5 years ago in Fiction
Staring into the Abyss
Long ago there existed a world dominated by hairless monkeys. They created a great and terrible civilisation of kindness and cruelty, connection and isolation, war and peace, freedom and slavery, hope and despair. For as long as they existed, they were consumed with the question, ‘Are we alone in the universe?’ And never, even for a moment did they think to ask that most obvious and terrifying of questions, ‘What if they’re like us?’
By Lachlan Hedge5 years ago in Fiction
Kitsune
Akio carried the tiny mouse in his hands as he hurried home. It seemed to be dehydrated, listless and weak it had barely moved when he approached to pick it up. A movement caught Akio’s eye and he glanced up in time to see a shadow disappear between two trees.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
Arcane Heart: The Reign of Aslivar
Dear my fellow Aslivarite, Our world’s moon and its goddess, Lunai, mourn for us. May you find comfort in finding this message despite the blood that runs through our continents. Please heed my warning: the destruction you see around us was no accident, and this is just the beginning.
By David Albert Prescott5 years ago in Fiction
Escape From Aslyum
Maya cautiously walked through the crowded city of Aslyum with her anxiety screeching as she tried to make her way past the crowd. Pushing and squeezing through the congested city streets she could feel the bones of the malnourished citizens. Narrow alleyways between the steel shacks stacked on top of each other did nothing to block the blinding light cast by the ceiling of the city’s dome.
By wesley myers5 years ago in Fiction
Two Halves of a Cracked Heart
They came in the night. They destroyed my home. They took everything. The only thing I had left was the locket hidden beneath my torn bloodstained nightgown. Whose blood was it? Friend, foe or family? I shook my head brushing the thought away before it could consume me. It didn’t matter. I just had to keep running. I had no destination. No family left alive or any friends who could help. Everyone I knew was gone. They died in the raid for me. I escaped. I was broken, bleeding and bruised but I was alive. And hanging around my neck was the only thing that mattered.
By abbey holmes5 years ago in Fiction
The Timeless End
Would you rather feel or not feel? Be free from a curse that locked you up for years... Many years ago my ancestor stripped away the emotions of every human causing no pain, war, and arguments but that came with a price it took happiness, love, and fulfillment they took away what people once called purpose. Every time a queen takes the throne they are given a heart-shaped necklace, inside it holds the thing called “emotions” or Elena, but soon it will become mine.
By Naila 5 years ago in Fiction