fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Glitch ...
Sunk beyond the plane of machine gun fire. A tired, sour and conflicted voice breaks its sound. “Gods! that’s what we were,” shared the stranger loudly. “The cream of the crop, the best ever assembled.” “Everything we touched in our research propelled us to the next level, producing extraordinary results”.
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Futurism
Death and Taxes
They say the only sure things in life are Death and Taxes, but I'm proof that there are no sure things in life... My story begins and ends on the Monroe Estate, a large sprawling mansion located in Long Island, New York, owned by my father Benjamin Monroe; a self-made billionaire. Needless to say, living up to my father's expectations was literally impossible. How do you compete or prove yourself competent to a man who dragged himself out of the gutters, to be one of the wealthiest, successful, and powerful businessmen in the United States?
By Rosemary Feld5 years ago in Futurism
The Great Galimatius - Part 2
Yet another time, he got talking to a lady who was sitting on a bench outside her cottage. She drifted off to Slumberland soon after he began droning on about his adventures. He finally realized that he had lost his listener when her snoring began to drown out his voice. So, he wandered off down the winding road in search of other people willing to listen to his fribblefrabble.
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Futurism
Dream Date
After lying flat on the bed and closing his eyes, colours and shapes soon began to form in Sam’s mind. A dark room with blurred neon lights soon fizzled into view. The scene sharpened and a barstool with a purple velvet seat materialised in front of him. Beyond that, a silver counter top with a mirrored front panel in which Sam could see his legs reflected. He backed onto the stool and rested his elbows on the bar, staring at the wall which gradually became lined with various liquors and wine bottles.
By Peter Nuttall5 years ago in Futurism
Worth an Inch of Star
My hung awkwardly off the table in the exam room. My naked legs sticking to the crinkled sanitary paper that broke the silence in the room when I moved. I looked down at my white sandals. They were dirty, and my toes were caked with mud.
By joy ellen sauter5 years ago in Futurism
Never forget your wallet in the castle! #3
Chapter 4 François caught himself day-dreaming again, sitting on his bed, in his bedchamber, with his trousers dropped down to his knees. He was halfway to changing for the ball. All his fancy clothes were a colourful shapeless pile on the floor.
By Lubow Dabrowska-Szpakowicz5 years ago in Futurism
Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 3 Part 4
Stuart obtained a pair of scissors and one Saturday evening he sat down in a kitchen chair. “If I am to contact anyone on this world, I must appear like them. Would someone shorten my hair, please.” Stuart’s long mane of hair reached down to the small of his back. In the Thuringi culture, hair was worn at least shoulder length. Short hair was found only on the young and a few exceptions like Gareth and other mechanics. No one thought it important to clip off one’s hair; trimming was often necessary but to intentionally shear one's head was a strange notion.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
The Curse of Royal Blood
The Curse of Royal Blood December 7th 1450 The stars began to show in the twilight as the Knight under the rule of the current king set up camp, the Knight’s were under the leadership of the King's son- Constantine. They set up camp in the woods, snow blanketing the ground and trees; a pure white made for a beautiful contrast to the purple night sky. An hour had passed and they were fully set up. Constantine started to write in his journal about the travels of today:
By [OTK] One True Kahn5 years ago in Futurism
The RASTABAN
Chapter 1 1st Year of the 12th Turn of the 39th Cycle K’Saien was aglow with an ominous red light. Almarr-Ka’s greatest empire, with spiraling towers of glinting polished metal – high tech sterilization facilities, along with greatly advanced research labs which were the core of the empire’s wealth and dominion – was on fire. And not just K’Saien. All of Almarr-Ka, from the greatest cities to the lowliest towns, everything was burning.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Futurism
Life On Olympus
Highest of the peaks of Greece, a glimmering mountain that scrapes the skies, rushing past the pearl clouds and singing with all the voices of the wind and earth, Mount Olympus rests. This is no place where any common mortal lay their head. No, this is the dwelling of the immortal breed, great palaces dedicated to the gods themselves.The genesis point of the order of the land, Greece’s very existence was brought forth by the forces that inhabit the shining mountain top. Justice, music, wisdom, lust, beauty, power, and divinity all take place there, feasting as kings do, sipping sweet nectar, relaxing to their heart’s content, careless of any struggle, trial or tribulation.
By Donta Norman5 years ago in Futurism
