fantasy

Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.

The Weaver
Iselda had been born under an unlucky star—or so her mother always said. “My poor little girl,” her mother would say, stroking a long finger down her daughter’s cheek. “So beautiful, yet so very unfortunate.”
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Futurism
The law of the little black book
Exotic dancer, business owner, actress, so many ideas of what I could do to make real money. I got out of breath two minutes into dancing around the kitchen to be a dancer and choked up at the thought of public speaking to become an actress, oh yes then business owner I was willing to work on that in between my nine to five and multiple Jobs but the reality is I was tired all the time, tired mentally, tired physically to start a business now all I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep sleep sleep......
By Georgia5 years ago in Futurism
MCM? Whomever this young man is, please!!
I never liked playing Black Jack. The cards and numbers move too quickly for me. It’s not just you involved either. There’s always a crowd. The dealer controls the table, and they want to win no matter the cost. Literally.
By Jade Amber Romanclature5 years ago in Futurism
The Gnkohmencloak
Part i: Jupiter's Rare Books, 49 S. Topside Avenue As her eyes fixed on it… or, more accurately, as they fixed on the space just beyond it… the dark leather of its delicately beveled spine seemed to almost completely recede. That is to say, the book disappeared. In its absence it left a vague outline that danced with invisibly thin threads of shimmering light. Her breath caught, and the image evaporated as her eyes habitually refocused on the book’s smoothly textured body. Vanessa spun around and quickly scanned the alley of books behind her. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, it was more a knee-jerk reaction to having just experienced something, well, something completely unimaginable. Seeing that she was still alone felt exciting, however, and her attention immediately returned to the book. She cautiously reached up to take it from its place on the shelf. It was unassuming: a little pocket-sized black book no thicker than a quarter inch. Supple in her hands, she turned it over to view its cover, which, mysteriously, was entirely blank…
By Eric J. Reed5 years ago in Futurism
A Turbulent Journey
“Good afternoon folks. This is your Captain speaking. We’ve reached 34,000 feet, but there’s a bit of turbulence as we skirt the edge of this thunderstorm. Please keep those seatbelts fastened…” She glanced around, looking at the tops of people’s heads. The sound of the rain just barely heard over the roar of the engines. A baby near the back of the plane was screaming, so she popped in her headphones to listen to music and try to drown it out. It was rather fun to stare out at the sea of strangers. A young boy’s eyes peered around his aisle seat a few rows ahead. He stared at her, and with a soft smirk, she wiggled her eyebrows, raising one than the other. His face scrunched up in concentration, eyes turned upwards as he attempted to copy her.
By Brittany5 years ago in Futurism
Timefall
The master had promised me that there were two universes left to search, just two. One of trial and error and the other of self-indulgence. The master, my master, was also never clear about their intentions, she, he, it … always spoke in riddles and rhymes that could be but never was.
By Saga5 years ago in Futurism
Tomes & Tea
Tomes & Tea “Really now?” Aiden blankly asked as he franticly tore his room apart. “Yes, darling. I think that next semester you…” Aiden’s mom stopped for a sip of her morning tea and asked, “You okay, honey?” She savored another sip.
By Thadius King Atkisson5 years ago in Futurism
Un Tempo Senza Fine Part 3
Chapter 5: “I guess this is the start of my adventure” news reporter* “Bandits? She warned you about bandits?” “Yea, I’m pretty sure that broke protocol or whatever, but I also kinda think she wanted to know what I would do about it”
By Nathan Zellmer5 years ago in Futurism
444
“I allow the Universe to fill my life with prosperity, money money comes to me in abundance and multiplied by three. may the moonlight amplify my desires and bring wealth to
By Ceara Jones5 years ago in Futurism
The Time I Met A Spirit In The Black Book
Hey look guys, there goes that kid again!! Shh! Quiet down you numbskull, before he hears you. Didn't you hear what his dad did to those people!?
By Desmond Yelverton5 years ago in Futurism
Freediving for Flowers
The ocean was still and silent that morning. As Dan'la descended into the Old World, she peered through the endless blue around her. Decades or centuries ago, other freedivers had already plundered ruins along the coasts, and whatever they'd left behind had been plundered again by those who came after them. Nowadays, the only treasure that was left was in deeper waters.
By Mitra Arkchek5 years ago in Futurism
Magic Abounds, Do You Believe?
I could sense something strange was about to happen. I woke up this morning with an inner knowing, an inkling, a curious thought of unforetold happenings. All this ran through my head when splat. “Geek” I yelled, pulling my hands to my head to feel something wet in my fingers. I looked down. It was a white, slippery mess. “Bird poop,” I exclaimed to myself.
By Jessica Crane 5 years ago in Futurism