fantasy

Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.

Leaving the Land
“I don’t think anyone is coming, Charlie.” The girl whispered the words into the winter air. The wind whistled. “If they were coming, they would have been here by now.” She clutched the little black notebook to her chest, like it was the only thing keeping her standing.
By liana dawson5 years ago in Futurism
The Assassins of the Android's Shadow
$30,000 Lukas stared at the holographic e-currency as it displayed from the HoloBand smartwatch on his wrist. He scowled back up at The Baroness, Lady Torridge, throned lazily before him.
By J5 years ago in Futurism
Circuit Breakers
Legends never die. The mantra ran relentlessly in the background of his mind. He contemplated potential consequences. Exile, or more likely death, was nearly certain but a small price to pay if the outcome of his actions meant destruction of oppression. Eli sat silently, staring intently at the little black book. Strange how such a seemingly ordinary item held the key to freedom. He could hardly believe he and his fellow Ghosts, as they called themselves, had actually come this far undetected.
By Minh5 years ago in Futurism
What's this, in the bag?
Chapter 1: The Bag She wasn’t sure what it was. It looked prehistoric, crumpled, and faded. She could tell it had once been a sort of green color, but couldn’t make out what the markings were. There was a lot of it in the bag, though.
By Ni5 years ago in Futurism
A Window of Opportunity
That little black notebook was my grandmother’s most precious treasure. It was never too far from her side. I visited her as often as I was able, in the house she and her husband built. She was getting weaker, but refused to spend her last days in a hospital bed. Not when she had a perfectly good one at home. Bed bound, she could do little, without the help of her nurse; yet, she clung to that notebook with more strength than her frail body should have been able to muster. It was on my last visit that she told me why that notebook was so important. It belonged to her grandfather Robert, and written in it was the secret to time travel.
By Nneka Callwood5 years ago in Futurism
An Elemental Duel
Teague stumbled, one knee landing with a disconcerting crunch against the tiled floor of the royal audience chamber. Lingering smoke rose from the scorch marks on his chest, the once impressive blue robes ruined with soot and sulphur. He spit the taste of metal from his mouth. Pinkish droplets of blood clashed against the gold-veined white marble beneath him. This is not the way to impress a lady, he thought to himself grimly.
By Kristen K. Roberts5 years ago in Futurism
The Power of Three
Most folks never really know the exact moment their life will be forever changed. I will never forget mine. It came about with a knock at the door.
By Gina Holland5 years ago in Futurism
Parting Words
'Charlotte, I'd hoped you would find this, though I know it'll probably take you some time to read it. What it is though, I'm not quite sure yet, but it'll be something and I hope it will help, ease the blow, though I know it won't. To be honest this is probably more for me than it is for you, but I've always been the selfish one, so can we really be surprised?'
By Georgia Crawford-Merchant5 years ago in Futurism
City of Refuge
Siren and Fletcher stood outside her old house. It had been months since she was dragged out by Reapers and taken to General Grant’s research compound.
By Valerie Russell5 years ago in Futurism
A Circle
There was once a girl with endless eyes and golden hair, and she was always hungry for more. She lived in a small town by the coast that was woken up by the calls of seagulls and lulled to sleep by waves crashing against the rocky shoreline. Her house stood perched on an overlook from which she could watch the sea to the East and the city to the West. She thought it a very lucky place to be, perfectly balanced.
By Nat Hale5 years ago in Futurism
The Goddess Bystander (Little Black Book challenge).
The Goddess Bystander Book 1
By Darth Bornvisate5 years ago in Futurism
Found
June 7, This is it. The moment had been waiting for the last six months. I have been mourning this day while also embracing this new whirlwind I call my life. Everything has changed and I cannot wait to give a stranger this gift. Before I walk away, It is time to write my story. It all began about a year ago…
By Sarah Marchelli5 years ago in Futurism