fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Goals
University life can be overrated and underwhelming, simultaneously. Those cinematic frat parties turn out to be another wasted Friday, and every meal in the cafe becomes the same amalgamation of some brown stuff here and red stuff there. Danny had his fill.
By Go Strongwill5 years ago in Futurism
Why She Married Luke
Finally, her uncle had agreed to let her be the one, the one to go through the door. He had brought her up to be strong and adventurous, but he was also protective. She had lost her parents young. He had always been there for her, before and since the accident, but he was busy, more like obsessed, with his work; her Uncle Frederic, the crazy scientist. That's what her best friend, Trudy, called him. He was conducting a study on subtle changes to the environment and needed a traveler to go one month into the future to take photographs of a particular area of Bleecker Street. She finally convinced him to let that traveler be his niece.
By Karen Nichols5 years ago in Futurism
Fantasy/Reality
PROLOGUE There they laid side by side, on some sandy beach in an unknown destination far away from the rest of the world. With not a cloud in sight, the sun hung overhead shining its scorching rays upon just the two of them. Light dazzled across the water as soft waves washed along the shore then bubbled back into the endless ocean only to return moments later. Gulls took to the air soaring through the clear blue sky without a sound. The stillness of the seaside was entrancing. At the heart of the boundless beachfront, a bold red umbrella shielded two cozy lounge chairs that rested atop the smooth golden sand. Untroubled by the failures of the past or the fortunes of the future, the chime of two champagne glasses echoed throughout the silence. There they laid side by side, just two unified souls under the sun.
By Ethan Westerfield5 years ago in Futurism
The Incredible Kings
Spring was beginning to emerge in New York City, a welcoming shift in the city where winter winds tear through clothes and lick the bone. The sun was high and bright when Kiko and I stepped out of the apartment and into the noise and clutter of Bushwick. Salt and sand that had kept the sidewalk from being slick, now crushed into the pavement, sparkled in the sun creating an illusion of diamonds in the street.
By Carla Lorenz5 years ago in Futurism
Worlds in Worlds
Whose story do you want to hear? Whose stories will I tell? Think big, then small. More than everything. An assembly of everythings. Imagine an archipelago of bubbles, floating in pitch black darkness. Each orb is filled with a kind of suspended, glowing dust. Each fleck of dust resembles a tiny, sparkling diamond. Another description: a collection of snow-globes, each filled with twinkling stars instead of snowflakes. Whose story am I telling?
By Robinson Sage5 years ago in Futurism
The Greed Ledger
Trainees are God’s way of humbling the accomplished, Caleb thought, as Thomas Charlemagne “Call-me-Charlie” Castille complained about the monotony of their surveillance detail. It made Caleb wonder why the younger man was pursuing a career as a warrior-priest at all, especially given his background of privilege.
By Jess & Keith Flaherty5 years ago in Futurism
Illimitable
It started pretty small. Little things, like I’d have a thought. Let’s say, ice cream. I’d think about ice cream on my way to work in the morning. Innocuous enough, no? Yet I’d walk into the break room at lunch and lo! Free ice cream was being doled out by a rather uncharacteristically jolly boss, apparently doing his best impression of a cartoon chef. (He was wearing kitchen gloves that matched the yellow of his plaid shirt, which stretched precariously over his protruding belly.) Or how about a scarf. The weather was unseasonably cold one February morning, and I thought, gosh, I could really use a scarf. That day a friend came over with an extra one she’d cleverly procured with a buy-one-get-one deal. Fortuitous! And then there was my favorite, the toilet brush. The toilet brush head broke off in the toilet one Saturday (causing me to swear loudly and spend the next few moments in utter wonder: was this even possible?), and the next day, sneakily hidden behind a stack of suspiciously aged potatoes, I found a shiny new one in my basement, completely wrapped in plastic. I have no recollection of every buying said brush.
By Verity Earl5 years ago in Futurism
The Secret Boss
The Secret Boss The city reveals itself in a glaring early twilight during sundown, and work hours are over for the day. There shows a suburb where an exhausted woman is walking home from work. It was nothing more than another day. A day that is fairly mediocre and neither awful nor amazing. Her name is Shiela, and she has mid-length red hair. The kind of hair that resembles the current twilight sky. Shiela opens her mailbox and discovers something unusual. Upon taking out the mail itself, the object is a thick but fairly small package, but the address is unknown and blank. Nevertheless, Shiela walks into her house and heads upstairs to her bedroom. She heads over there to get some rest as she is too tired to want to open the package. She falls fast asleep.
By Kayla Packard5 years ago in Futurism
