fantasy

Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.

Economy of Line
The identity of the figure in the drawing was not immediately apparent, but it was unquestionably erotic. “That’s quite erotic,” said the Head of Collections.
By Jonathan Tune5 years ago in Futurism
The Little Black Book
“Danny come on!” “Wait. Where are we going?” “We’re going inside the cave.” “No I don’t want to.” “Oh stop acting foolish will you.” “Foolish? It’s scary down there.” “Oh, don’t tell me you believe in all that hocus pocus.” “No, but you never know whose down there.” “Hahahahahah. Danny believes in hoooocus poooocusss! Hooooooccccussss poooocuuuussss! Danny believes in hoooocuuuussss pooocussss!” “Will you stop it! I’ll go with you!” “Hahhahha. Well, come on then. We have to get back before dinner or else my mom will cook me for tomorrow’s supper.” “Oh stttooop it Jena. Ughh.” “Since you’re a big baby, hold on to my hand. The rocks can sometimes be slippery.” “How many times have you’ve done this Jena?” “A lot, now focus.” “You’ve been in the cave too?” “Welllllllll, not exactly.” “Jena have you been in the cave or not?” “NO! No Danny I haven’t.” “Why not Jena.” “Ummm… Umm because I needed some light. And you always carry a flashlight.” “No I don’t Jenna. You told me to bring one with me tonight. You’re lying. Why are you lying Jena?” No I’m not.” “Yes you are.” “NO I’m not.” “Jena….Yes You ARE!” “Okay, okay, okay. I’m lying. I just didn’t want to go by myself.” “Hahahahhahahaha. Now look who’s the one really believing in hocus pocus.” (Sucking teeth). “Danny let’s hurry and get this over with.” “Why do you want to go in there?” “Because Danny. I’m tired of everyone in school teasing about the cave.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Futurism
The Tip
Ayumi couldn't believe that she was here again, hiding out in the alley way nestled between last night's special and grease covered boxes tossed out during the morning rush. Glamorous, no, but the brief peace and quiet it afforded her while taking a drag on her cigarette was worth it. She chuckled, the scene and smells were familiar, but 15 years ago she would have laughed at anyone telling her she would be casually smoking a hand rolled, cbd and mugwort filled cigarette. "Shit" she muttered as a rat rushed out from beneath one of the boxes and scampered over her shoe. As she stood there contemplating if the 5 second rule applied to cigarettes, she heard a familiar screechy voice call her name. Tiffani with an "I", the most annoying host she had ever met in all her years as a server. She squeezed back thru the door, into the kitchen and hastily grabbed an empty cup filling it with ice and water. "Who's calling me??", she yelled, " I'm in the weeds, I need to get this to table 12!" Tiffani looked at her, rolled her eyes and screeched, " table 12 requested their check, so I printed it for them...they paid and left about 15 minutes ago. Thought you should know." "Oh! And please clear your table, we have a two top that needs to be sat!" Busted, she took a sip of the water and strolled over to table 12 to see if they had left a tip. When she made it to the table she noticed that the check slip lay on the table on top of small black book. She picked up the slip, no tip. So she picked up the book to see if they had left it inside. Nothing there either. She took the book to the host stand, "Hey Tiffani, I think that they left this behind, can you keep it up here incase they come back?" Without looking up from her seating chart, Tiffani mumbled "Oh no, they said that that was for you."
By A Alex5 years ago in Futurism
The Hunter's Throne
Klovise breathed heavily. 'He’s put up a good fight so far, but he’s tired. I’ll have to take him down now. With one event left, I can’t afford to waste time. '
By Miina Saray5 years ago in Futurism
Nothing But Something
The sun sat high in the sky causing extreme heat felt by the towns people on their most important day of the year. Every bell in Townhall rang out, as they roamed the streets with anticipation. Neighbors from across town gathered to observe “The Legacy Hunt,” where the winning family would be awarded title of "Heir of Legacy". The title not only grants the winning family praise, adoration, and service of the people, but access, influence, and control over the town's resources as well. The most significant prize was an 20,000-dollar donation gathered from the towns people. Traditionally, all the towns' families compete in the hunt, however only two families in the entire history of the town have won the title and thus have reaped its benefits. The North family were the winners of the previous hunt taking the title away from the South family.
By Jaraad Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Mystery Of The Comet
It was a day like any other day. Charlie, a college guy, was studying hard for the mid-semester exam in geology as he wanted to become an archaeologist, traveling and discovering historical artefacts from the past. He loved solving mysteries that had been buried for thousands of years.
By Ryan Michelbach5 years ago in Futurism
Swept Away by Blank Pages
“Wooooohooooo!” I yelled. I couldn't believe it, I had come into the pawn shop to sell this ring I found, and wouldn't you know it. Today of all days they were having a contest.
By M. Lewis Motter5 years ago in Futurism
Whispers.
It was my turn to shelve the books again. I didn’t mind the task itself, strolling the aisles of the dusty library, but I disliked doing it while the library was open. Spending time in the stacks was a quiet refuge for so many, and I didn’t want to come galumphing in with my squeaky cart in the middle of it.
By Alys Revna5 years ago in Futurism
Black Book of the Firmament
The balance of eternity rested upon the hands of the Seven; Jorr the Sky-Guardian, Shol the Sun-Bringer, Azer the Moon-Keeper, Mira the Earth-Mother, Ogre the Black-Star, Wina the Soul-Giver, and Phyr the Time-Starter. Together they held in-place the very fabric of the universe, which was suspended high above the firmament of the Temple in which they dwelled. They drew their power from the first two Sages; Shol and Ogre, who were the builders of the temple at the beginning of existence. They used their power to connect the temple to the firmament, and thusly, Jorr had become born. It was not until the creation of Phyr that the rest of the universe began to materialize, including the essence of chronology and the other Sages - except for Wina the Soul-Giver.
By Landon Andresen5 years ago in Futurism
Certainly Odd
Liam had been expecting the bills and junk mail that filled his mailbox. What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was a paper bundle, tied up with string, tucked in the middle of it all as if to be hidden. It was suspicious.
By Amanda Van Tilburg5 years ago in Futurism
Lundi Gras Is Your Last Chance
The brittle fingers of the palm tree beat a sharp staccato against the ancient windowpane in the stiff winter wind. A chill has descended upon New Orleans, colder than anything felt in these parts in decades. But it’s more than just the temperature, it’s more than just a breeze - a dark coldness permeates the night, sending those who know back into their homes, back to safety.
By Bryan Donoghue5 years ago in Futurism
The Library of Infinities
Two hours ago, Markel had no intention of stuffing a librarian in an empty closet. That the library contained empty closets at all seemed odd to them. Still, they weren’t about to question the floor plan of what Professor Burlish described as an endless and expanding labyrinth. Then there was this: the two crisp stacks of hundreds pressed in their hoodie pocket. Twenty-thousand dollars in total.
By Sarah Day5 years ago in Futurism