fantasy

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Hiding in the Light
We managed to reach my truck without incident. He stopped and looked as if he were about to object to getting in. “Our first stop is roughly twenty miles from here. If you'd rather walk.” Whatever he had been about to say he wisely kept to himself. Pulling out of the parking lot I filled him in. “With the lack of information in the file trying to figure out where to look is going to be somewhat difficult.” He didn't look convinced, waving his had towards the scenery outside he asked. “How many places could he go to around here? I shot him a stern look.
By John Randolph Skinner IV5 years ago in Futurism
Quarantine Blues
She was lying on her bed. Still wearing yesterday’s clothes, gazing at the dancing shadows of the morning sun. Just lying there. Gazing. Her mind empty and dull.
By Vida J. Malone5 years ago in Futurism
Short Stories: The Lone Witch
- Smack! Paris was abruptly awakened by the feeling of the back of her head meeting the hardwood floor. Welp, that’s one way to start off the day, Paris thought to herself as she rubbed the sore spot. Sitting up against the side of her bed, Paris got lost in her thoughts. It had been three months since that recurring dream started to… well recur. The dream first occurred the night of her 15th birthday. Paris found herself standing in endless darkness, with only a dim spotlight as her only source of light. The ground is covered in a shallow layer of water: but the most memorable part of the dream would be the haunting echo of a unionized whisper asking her if she hears something.
By Justin Owney5 years ago in Futurism
Star
Star Penetrating stares were all she received every day. Walking down the school hall with a million eyes on her was her natural state. It wasn’t her fault. Some said that God blessed her. Blessed her with beauty, she was fit to be a model. Curves in all the right places, long legs, long shiny hair, and big eyes. It didn’t matter that her hair was black with streaks of gray and her eyes the color of midnight. Nor did it matter that she had a star in the middle of her forehead, hence the name, Star. Boys loved her, and girls hated her. Still, she was not popular. Having a bad attitude was part of the reason. The other reason was a poor family and living in the worst and roughest part of town.
By Nicole Davis5 years ago in Futurism
Short Stories: The Lone Witch
“Do you hear it?”, The unionized whisper of what sounded like thousands upon thousands of people echoed throughout Paris’s head. She had drifted away to a recurring dream that had started right after her 15th birthday, just a few months ago. They all started the same, she would find herself standing in infinite darkness, that of a void. With nothing but a spot light like soft glow, barely bright enough to see details past the silhouette of her hand. And although she couldn’t see it - she could feel the cool water blanketing her toes.
By Justin Owney5 years ago in Futurism
The Dance Of The Prey
“Thank you. I knew I could count on you.” “I haven’t said I’ll do it yet. I said I’ll think about it.” George got up and went to the door. He paused with his hand on the door handle, and looked at Stanley with pleading eyes that said - please do it. Stanley smiled. “Let me think about it. I’ll let you know once I’ve made a decision.
By Rejoice Denhere5 years ago in Futurism
The Gift of Sight
There was a light in the forest this morning - a glow really. Eery pale green illuminated the top of a single tree, the ones around it unaffected, still cast in early morning shadows. Transfixed, I wanted to see more, but something held me back.
By Nathalie Bonilla5 years ago in Futurism
Love Found Across the Galaxy
“Our King has returned home with his Queen!” When King Adrian came back from searching for his Merlot Girl, he came home with the literal woman of his dreams. Immediately orders were sent to prepare a wedding of exquisite décor in colors of berry blue, burgundy, and brown accents. He believed he would find the girl who lived in his dreams; his Merlot Girl. And he did; the two of them existed in the same galaxy yet, only one knew the other existed.
By Kytten5 years ago in Futurism
Earth 2100
Waking up in the morning is still there. People sleep at night, wake up in the morning. The sleep cycle is still there, but nothing else is.
By Prady P5 years ago in Futurism
Back in Time
"I said I’d send it, didn’t I!" Lizzie said with resignation. She was tired of being asked if she had submitted the short story for the competition. What had she let herself in for? She hadn’t even written a single line and the deadline was fast approaching. She decided to go and watch a sci-fi movie for some inspiration.
By Rejoice Denhere5 years ago in Futurism
THE CHARLIE CHRONICLE
She had finally called. This is how it went: "I realized Charlie, most people are happy but us. Most, Charlie." "Most? Surely most people can't be happy? The heavy lady in C12 --"
By Kristen Hansen5 years ago in Futurism
Escaping Shadowlyn
Our world is an ever changing mysterious entity. It is tight fisted with its secrets, revealing them to only a few. A person might get a glimpse, a taste, of something outside what we would consider the realm of possibility but just enough that no one else will ever believe what they saw. This was never clearer to me than when I fell down the rabbit hole. However, unlike Alice's rabbit whole mine wasn't full of grinning cats and tea parties, mine was full of monsters.
By Tasia Kyrie5 years ago in Futurism