fantasy
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Gabriela and The Mad Dragon Pt 5
As Theodor offered Gabriela his hand, she questioned his sincerity. Given the fact she herself had been attack by another being less than eight hours ago, she felt it could be trap. She began to scan the cave for anyone else that might be hiding. She spotted none but kept her body poster in a defensive stance just in case.
By Nathan Cleve Durham5 years ago in Futurism
5 Tips For Creating Fantasy Towns and Cities
The fantasy genre often draws us in with promises of the strange, and the wondrous. From wizards' duels, to brooding dragons, to relics of ancient, bygone eras of glory, these stories offer us an escape from our reality. However, the fantastical elements of these tales are like the icing on a cake. They are where a great deal of the sweetness and enjoyment in consumption comes from, but these elements rely on the cake beneath to act as a foundation.
By Neal Litherland5 years ago in Futurism
The Tachyon Anti-Telephone
It’s really a simple invention if you think about it for a year or so. Time is another dimension; a place that you could travel if you could go. A telephone sends a signal through fiber optic cable or by satellite but the Tachyon Anti-Telephone sends them faster than the speed of light. I reach out to touch someone but I find it’s only myself. Everytime I answer it, I’m not home but I can’t reach anybody else. It all started back in detention for skipping physics class in the 11th Grade with a book report on Nikolai Tesla complete with the schematics of how Death Rays are made. Something in there got my attention, when he mentioned the negation of mass/gravity by converting them to information effectively vibrating as a frequency. I had the idea that day but it would take years, twelve long years to finally build the device.
By Wesley Brown5 years ago in Futurism
Dollars from the Sky
Return The sunlight hurt his eyes. For thirty years, he had longed to feel the sweet warmth of golden rays on his face and now they hit an angry glare against his cataracts. The autumn breeze felt alien against his skin. Men in jackets emblazoned with the NASA insignia whispered to his left, while across from him a hatch opened on the twin space shuttle. Maude stepped out. He marveled at how well she had aged.
By Steph Nico5 years ago in Futurism
Shadow Walker
I wish this was a work of fiction but that which my strange senses pick up have always been constant and repeatable. My unique senses don’t change with my imagination or how I feel. I can’t turn these senses off and on so that I can enjoy the pleasant parts and let go of the rest. No. The blessings and the curses all come wrapped together in the darkest wrapping paper. I have an ability. A strange one as mysterious as the dark that ignites it. An old sense that humans lost use for long ago. I am living proof that stories of tree nymphs and the fairy folk don’t spawn from the human imagination but rather an ancient way of seeing with eyes that are no longer accessible. I am the exception. In the night I can see them all as clear as day. Spirits. The kinds attached to tree branches and plant roots and even more strangely the spirits of various inanimate objects.
By Owanrin Obara (Monticue Connally)5 years ago in Futurism
Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 7
The Thuringi scouts grew accustomed to their new outpost planet by painfully slow increments. They were used to the Stellar Council worlds, where the populations were much smaller, the races more definable and the languages easily translated through the Sengan-designed Universal Translator. Earth’s population was greater than all the worlds of the Stellar Council combined, plus the estimated numbers of the Shargassi Empire. Instead of one or perhaps two gods per world (except for the Borelliat who boasted three gods) Earth had multiple religions, multiple political systems, multiple countries, multiple races and multiple civilizations. It was hard enough for the Thuringi to keep abreast of American differences, much less try to incorporate the rest of the hemisphere or the other continents of the world.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
Visions
One, two, three… jump! Hand in hand we jumped from the cliff to the stirring waters below. Me and Chloe met the summer of 86, 1886. It was remarkably wonderful to hear her laugh as she delighted in all things unacceptable. Father had once scorned me for keeping such company but he himself could not shield the blood bursting in his cheeks at the site of her. I loved her, in a way one lady should not love another… but the knowledge of this only thrilled her more. I knew I was simply a piece on her chess board but like all the other pieces I was happy simply to be there.
By Jessica jones5 years ago in Futurism
Guilty Pleasures
In an interview with Christopher Paolini several years ago, I asked him why he is drawn to the fantasy genre. He replied, "You get to experience and go places that would otherwise be impossible. One of the things that makes us human is that we can dream, we can dream of things that never were and never can be and fantasy allows us to tap into that." *
By Emily Fine5 years ago in Futurism
Never forget you wallet in the castle! #4
Chapter 7 "Chronicles" "One sunny summer morning, the king and the queen were supposed to be hunting together, but her Majesty Angelia the first was in her usual monthly indisposition. It was not that the pain was so severe and unbearable, but her melancholic mood had killed the desire to get up and get dressed. The loving and caring husband got the permission from her to go hunting on his own. It was a relief not to be around of his beautiful, lovely, and sensational but currently unmanageable, unpredictable, and moody wife.
By Lubow Dabrowska-Szpakowicz5 years ago in Futurism
