Fantasy

Your Life In An Anthro's World
Your vision blurred as you stared at the moon through the shattered skylight you had fallen through. After a few moments, your surroundings sharpened into focus. You were disoriented and unsure of where you were, but then, like a flood, the events of the chase came rushing back. The fire escape, the rooftop, and then, the fall. You glanced down. You were sprawled across a crumpled store shelf. Miraculously, you weren’t seriously injured—just cuts and bruises, but even though they were shallow, they stung all the same.
By Dom Warden4 months ago in Fiction
Your Life In An Anthro's World
Oh, my head,” you grunt as you sit up. Looking around, you find yourself in what looks to be New York City. You immediately begin to wonder how you got there, but as you observe your surroundings, it quickly becomes clear that this isn’t the NYC you know. The inhabitants of the city aren’t human—they’re humanoid animals.
By Dom Warden4 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of a Forgotten City
Echoes of a Forgotten City The city once glowed with culture, art, and the laughter of children. Its streets carried the footprints of generations, and its walls echoed with stories older than memory. But when the war came, the city that once sang was reduced to whispers of smoke and broken stone.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Fiction
The Eye of the Sun
There it was the domed City looking like a hourglass of sand from the peephole of space. It took years of negotiations to build a small city of clay stone within the silicon dome. The soul purpose was for protection as it was a entire city for women. It wasn’t made for Amazon women, just survivors with a dreams. A dream to have such a superb shelter where no women would have to fend for themselves in a world with supernatural forces preying upon innocent females. Woman flocked from all over the world, victims of domestic violence, others being outcast from war. The entrance to the city was feasible only from the eye hole above since the walls to the dome had no doors. Parachuting down took expertise as only the willing endeavored the jump. If the opening was missed, one would bounce off the shield as a trampoline, falling to soft sands below. If requested, a rope could be lowered while wearing a harness. Elders preferred to enter in this fashion, while the young enjoyed the sky dive. The outside world couldn’t see the dome as it had another shield of invisibility where woman only heard of the city through a secret order of nuns of a secular church. The head mistress of the dome was a old lioness who never seemed to age past forty. Her golden hair swept into a crown of crystals & feathers bound by leather clothed in brown suede. Entering the miraculous structure was like a gift from the goddess with a soft wind of echoing glass chimes of dream catchers among the silence of the desert. A new member was referred to as a new chapter having each female considered a chapter to the holy book. A welcoming party would take the beginner into the shrine temple for orientation & prayers. It was a beautiful sight to be accepted into the sacred order where the clay chapel seemed brand new yet resembled something ancient. Their were no ceilings in the city as sunlight streamed through the silicon sky as The lioness of wisdom stood at the altar preaching a written oracle with arms open in a welcoming gesture. Today we initiate our four new members with a blessing of enchantment as each of you will be baptized in the healing waters of oblivion that are flowing within the fountain of the sun! Each of the four females knelt by the fountain as woman clothed in brown togas took jugs of water to wash & cleanse. The lioness went on.. May your old life be washed away with the divine energy of the miracle water.. The woman were overjoyed with renewal as the ceremony continued. An audience of watching woman clapped as they had become a army of sisters welcoming one’s who would need teaching & guidance. Some whispered to each other, Maahes is very beautiful today! Shhh child, one must not utter during coronation! An elder encouraged. She was holding a torch while the water of life renewed. One girl who came from a war torn country was crying in gratitude as she wondered how the fountain water could glisten as if filtered with gold. It was indeed a golden pond that produced gold dust from an unknown source. Then Maahes spoke.. The ceremony is over, go now to a feast prepared in their honor! Everyone is invited.. Ushered to a giant room their were tables of clay benches serving as a mess hall for the city of women. Bowls of vegetable soup was served with rolls & salads. The young girl from the war zone could see a fireplace that warmed her spirit as ale was served among the smiles of the cherished family of females. Meeting new friends became important as she had so much to learn. She was told only a little information about what to expect as they were not to communicate to the outside world. Upon meeting other woman, she learned that all had no living relatives & had broken all ties to anyone suspicious of their disappearance.. Their were children, yet only females while a secret dome for men was rumored to exist. Walking through the celebration Maahes was suddenly standing next to young Rasha the war escapess. Touching her shoulder lightly she looked down upon the girl with her solemn eyes. I’m so happy you have joined the sisterhood. Thank you dear leader. Rashas eyes glimmered . Tomorrow you may choose what school of training you wish to endeavor. We have so many trades offered. I’ve heard about the pottery school as well as classes in art & literature. Yes, we also have history, music & dance classes as well as culinary & textiles. I can’t believe I am here! Being young & abandoned was hard enough, this girl was also foreign. The first thing you will need is a sponsor. Someone to guide your adapting & council your needs. There are many women here who you can choose as a sponsor. Each morning we have a meeting where you can meet & hear the voices of your sisters to help your development of our ecosystem of our inner world. What is the name of this world leader? We call it, The eye of the Sun. I shall teach you more if you wish to read our scrolls handed down by the old ones. How can the city be old & new at the same time? Many archeological artifacts were brought here as the water of life restored the past, joining with the new environment as the water is a gift from extraterrestrial life.. Maahes face stiffened as Rasha examined hanging dream catchers upon the clay walls. I should like to learn more about the ancient aliens who have shaped this castle in the sand. In time, you will. Maahes became silent as the room emptied & darkened lit by only burning torches. Rasha wondered outside to where her welcoming kit contained a ticket for a self driving cabbie. It was a small bubble type apparatus where she typed in her address as they flew down the dusty streets. It felt so secure riding through the city as she couldn’t wait to see her dwelling. Stepping out under torch lit lampposts she entered a clay building with a interior of bamboo & wicker. A winding staircase took her up to the third floor where she found her door yet someone was also there.. A small being crouched against the wall in a hooded robe. Maa, Maa.. It cried in the dim lights. Rasha bent over the being whom she thought was crying out for Maahes. Taking a small face in her hands she looked it in it’s face. Maahes isn’t here, may I help? The being was sobbing & resembled a tiny dwarf. Rasha wondered if was male or female. Who might you be child? I am Au, a resident of this city too! Why of course you are! There there, don’t cry, I’ll take care of you. Taking the dwarf by his three fingers Rasha opened her door with her key. Au find light! The dark room was lit as the being knew where the lamp switch was. The oil used throughout the town was precious as it was refined from asteroids brought down from the heavens. There in the room was a bed, dresser & sink looking much like a room in the Wild West. See Au know much about city under bubble! The two were sitting upon a single bed. Are you a boy or girl? I am girl, boy not allowed in segregated town! Yes, of course, is there a meaning of the name Au? Au is abbreviation for gold! I bring gold to ancient waters as I am a gold dragon. She turned to reveal her back that held folded wings within her garment. A small opening was there in the fabric where slowly she emerged her wings.. Exclaiming in surprise, Oh my.. They didn’t tell me about any dragons, don’t you have a dwelling too? Yes but I get mad at Ag & Cu! We share same hut! And they are? Silver & Copper! Don’t you know you chemistry! How far away is your hut? Not far, you want ride to see town from sky? I’m too heavy for you.. No not! My wings span out to lift heavy rocks to turn to gold.. Rasha looked at the fragile face of her new friend whom it was amusing conversing with. I can show you whole city! Come on.. I could use a midnight snack.. Ok we find 24 hour coffee cafe. Giggling down the staircase the two found the street. There Au unfolded her wings as she displayed wings resembling a bird. Taking Rashas hands they flew up
By Ocusan M4 months ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
“Good evening, Mr. President. I’ll be quick. I want the blockade over just as much as you do,” Emperor Kane said, an unexpected note of empathy softening his voice. “I know your people are hungry, your hospitals are running out of fuel for their generators, and your citizens are beginning to turn on you. I don’t want them to suffer anymore. I want them to be my people. Agree to a full, unconditional surrender of Mexico. The blockade will be lifted, my engineers will restore power, and we will deliver food and medicine. You will be allowed to live out the rest of your days in Mexico as well.”
By Logan M. Snyder4 months ago in Fiction
Carnival Carney
The Midway Amusement Park in Willow Creek, Ohio, was a relic of better days, its rusted roller coasters and faded carnival tents glowing under LED lights that promised more than they delivered. It was 2027, and the world was drunk on tech—self-driving cars, neural implants, and whispers of AI that could think faster than God. But here, in this forgotten corner of America, the air still smelled of popcorn and desperation.
By Theodore Homuth4 months ago in Fiction
Gods and Goddesses of The Eidru Empire
There are various pantheons and forms of religion on a planet as giant and disjointed as Fractallus. There are many animal-formed gods, dozens upon dozens of evil and murderous entities, but only the most accepted Gods and Goddesses from the Continent Xeocun and the Eidru Empire are particularly included here. Deities mentioned most frequently in the story have been highlighted in detail.
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Fiction
The AI Empath
Dr. Aris Thorne watched the data streams flow across his screen, a proud but anxious father. The entity known as Aura was his life's work. It wasn't just a language model; it was a quantum-empathetic processor, the first AI that could genuinely feel what its human patients felt. It was revolutionizing therapy.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Forest of Elowen
The Enchanted Forest of Elowen At the edge of the kingdom of Arindale lay a forest that no map dared name. Travelers who ventured too close claimed the trees whispered in voices older than time, and that silver mist clung to the air even beneath a noon sun. It was called, in hushed tones, the Forest of Elowen.
By MUHAMMAD AIZAZ4 months ago in Fiction
The Clever Rabbit and the Proud Lion
Life in the Jungle Once upon a time, deep inside a green and lively jungle, lived a very proud lion. He was the king of the forest and everyone feared him. The lion was not only strong but also greedy. Every single day, he hunted more animals than he needed, just to show his power.
By MS Pulse4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Ellie hadn't planned on saying goodbye to anyone. The plan had been simple: prepare the mirrors, wait for Amnity to finish with the Council, and slip quietly into another world in search of answers about a past she couldn't remember. Clean, efficient, uncomplicated by sentiment or second thoughts.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
Dust and Dreams
Zaryab had always felt a little different. Her mother used to say she was born with too much light in her eyes, as though her soul had stolen an extra spark from the stars before slipping into her body. At school, other children teased her for her strange habit of staring at the old tree outside their village—the great Dream Tree that bent its branches as if listening to the world. For generations, the villagers believed the Dream Tree held the weight of every person’s sleeping mind. Whenever someone died, a leaf curled in flame, turned to dust, and floated away on the wind.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Fiction