fantasy

Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.

Megardinas
In the land of Dorinian the peaceful Megardinas continue to migrate from their home land: Gargan towards the inner reaches of the swamps: Aspirit.
By Sam Vera5 years ago in Futurism
All Hail CEC
The day the Idol appeared, the rats gathered round it, struck dumb by its majesty. They stared into the face of their god who, with eyes closed, sees all; with ear lost in the Great Battle with the Mouse Army when he established the eternal dominance of Rat over Mouse, he still hears the cries of his children; with fur that neither grows nor harbors pests, he keeps them all warm. He needs not, neither eating nor drinking. His bones are of adamantium, impervious to the elements. Generations passed and the Idol never changed, never grew old, never fell ill, never suffered; simply existed magnificently eternal.
By Jim Read5 years ago in Futurism
The Legend of Blue Whale's Treasure
The Legend of Blue Whale's Treasure by Jon Plante
By Jon Plante5 years ago in Futurism
The Inherent Danger of Finding a Thesis Project
If you hear a soft, high-pitched singing in the park at 6 am, you shouldn’t go towards it. And if you do go towards it, you definitely shouldn’t get within arm’s length of a bag with a disembodied singing voice. And if you do get that close, you should never ever touch it.
By Nychele Kemper5 years ago in Futurism
ISABEL'S TALE
ISABEL’S TALE SUSAN KINSEY Isabel twirled down the path, stepping on the dried leaves and made a face at her brother. At nine-years-old, she was ready to lead the way, and ignoring the rules, she leaped ahead of him.
By SUSAN KINSEY5 years ago in Futurism
The Journey
A crow croaked in the early hours of the dawn. In a dark patch between broken street lights, a single light cut through the darkness. The light came from the attic of a two story house.
By Michele Brown5 years ago in Futurism
Fox
As she lay there on the ground, she felt the cold damp seeping into her every bone, aware that the most minimal movements could cost her her life. The thick mist blanketing the forest had filled her airways. She inhaled fear and exhaled dread. Her whole body tensed at the sound of his footsteps in the near distance. How had he gotten so close, so quickly?
By Auri T5 years ago in Futurism
Perspective
Peter Gardner hung hopelessly bound up in the thick sticky webbing that surrounded him and his robot companion. The two of them had been hopelessly stuck in this chamber for the last hour and were discussing for the seventh time, how they had managed to get into this situation.
By Robert Rhoads5 years ago in Futurism
Duitse Amháin
November, 1995 Ellie sat quietly at her grandmother’s bedside. She watched as Gram slept, snoring ever so softly. Outside, the snow had just started falling again but Ellie was in no mood to play. Her forehead wrinkled into more creases than a six year old princess should ever have.
By J Rachel 5 years ago in Futurism
Marinus
⥈ 1 ⥈ The only ice in all of Marinus County floats and cracks in a tin cup on a wooden table belonging to Mr. Fenwick, in his half-shack half-cave on the coast near Sub Francisco. Soon the ice begins to melt, as a flotilla of villagers from the town nearby sets the home on fire. The people throwing torches from their boats believe Mr. Fenwick is responsible for the disappearance of a woman who had visited their town a week earlier, and they had come to chase the old fisherman out of their county.
By Marshall Jefferies5 years ago in Futurism
A Simple Exchange
Emerald smoke coiled lazily around the monster in Emmeline's closet. Peeking between trembling fingers, she could see that this monster wore fancy shoes. Unusual, but not unheard of. She took a quiet breath in and risked looking a little higher. She knew better than to look at its eyes - she was seven and a half years old, after all, and this wasn't her first closet monster - but there were no rules against looking at a monster's knees. At least, she hoped not.
By Kelsey Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Lucky
"Memories pass through like a calm gust of wind." "We can only embrace the experience, wondering where it goes after those fleeting seconds disappear."
By Brittany Thompson5 years ago in Futurism