fantasy

Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.

Droplets of sapphire
1- The alley was full of a chilly liquid blackness. The crumbling stone of the buildings on either side leaned inward, dark and cold pressing in from both sides like a coffin.
By Melanie Wild5 years ago in Futurism
Vanishing Act
Years of reading about the law(s) of attraction and practicing different techniques to manifest desires and fantasies into reality have been a million and one different adjectives you can come up with. She has also grown to be a grateful and thankful person every single day. Though that may just have a lot to do with the weekly massages she has been receiving for over three years now.
By Soulful Jenn5 years ago in Futurism
Elder Knowledge
It was cool, the smell of smoke filled the air as the smiths tended their furnaces in forging. People went about their business - children ran playing in the sun. A traveler entered the small town; he stood near the village entrance and watched the people. As he watched, he noticed the people weary of the barrow atop the mountain near the village. The traveler had been entering many barrows across the world in search of ancient knowledge which he would record in his beloved black bound journal - he had discovered the existence of this particular one and intended to enter it. But he knew exactly why these people feared the barrow: those who walk again - the ancient people buried within under a strange curse. But such things did not concern him, he was ready to go, but one thing was missing before he could set out - a quill, he needed a quill to write in his journal. This journal is his trusted and closest friend - bound in worn leather with old pages.
By Alexander 5 years ago in Futurism
The Library in the Lighthouse
As Paul's boat crashed into the dock the waves continued to pummel the capsule as the rain fell from the sky hitting his skin like a thousand needles. The wind howled like a werewolf as the lightning cracked the sky like an egg. The blinding camera like flash lit up the sky like a million fireworks as he jumped down from the decapitated craft. Paul knew that he was stranded as he stood on the shore watching his boat sink into the black abyss. The storm started to subside, giving off an eerily stillness to the environment around him. All he could think about was how he was going to get back home. That same morning a mysterious package had arrived at his house including a map, a little black book containing a letter with instructions, and keys to the boat. The little black book attached to the map said this on the first two pages...
By Bill Landwehr5 years ago in Futurism
The Book Giveth and Taketh
Transcript: Myrrha Miller You know how sometimes things just go awry. They go sideways and ruin your life in the most ludicrous way. Well this is one of those stories. To most, finding a book that could instantly force something you desire into existence would be the stuff dreams are made of. But what most people fail to realise is that everything comes with a price, and the price I paid was far worse than anything I could have ever imagined…
By obvicious15 years ago in Futurism
Out of Time
Fingertips tracing along the well-known halls of her family home, Arytiss struggles once again with the ever-present temptation that is the locked cellar door. The cedar rails wane ever so slightly at her touch, beckoning her closer. Every room in the house is hers to explore. Every room except this one. Why?
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Futurism
The Village at the Edge of the World
There is a place beyond the mountains, rich in the ancient magic of the Old Peoples, that is as close to the edge of the world as any mortal has ever dared to tread. Here the land breaks into a thousand pieces before the great expanse of ocean that separates our realm from that of the unknown. The trees grow so high in these parts that they brush the clouds and at night the spirits of long forgotten ancestors dance across the black sky. Wild fantastical creatures and terrifying beasts of myth, otherwise long banished, still roam the wilderness of these lands, preying on naïve travellers and lost souls alike.
By Philoctetes5 years ago in Futurism
Escaping Undersea
No one saw Mama when she went missing. It was 4 days ago when she told us she needed to go to the water to take her mind off things. Maybe she was going to think about how hard life would be now that Dad abandoned us. Maybe not. Either way, she left us high and dry, without a note.
By Naabiah5 years ago in Futurism
Horizon Ashika
On a summer day Ashika tried her luck with the local lottery shop. “Another scratch off card for twenty thousand dollars, this time with a bonus island getaway win” she says while rolling her eyes as a stranger handed it to her. Instead of scratching it off immediately she decided to wait until she reached home. Ashika was never the type to do lottery. Instead she believed luck should take its natural course, like what happened that same day. As she scratched off the card revealing the winning number, her brows became stern. “My first time winning, must be fake?!” she said as she went to sleep. The following morning an unknown number had called her. “Hello we are aware that you have won, please email us” the caller said. Before Ashika could even speak the user had hung up. “Wait! How did they even knew I won, I never contacted them” she said worryingly. Immediately she pulled out her phone and emailed the lottery headquarters. Feeling nervous she decided to resume her daily schedule of watching comedy to ease her tension.
By Jade Russell5 years ago in Futurism
SOUL SEARCH
SOUL SEARCH I sighed, looking around my dreary apartment. A half-empty pizza box lay on the floor. The walls were stained and full of holes from the previous tenant, and the landlord had never invested the money to fix these issues. I shouldn’t complain, though; the location was ideal and I could never afford a “good” apartment on my minimum wage catering job anyway. Still, it wasn’t easy to make ends meet, and my long-term, long-failing relationship had finally ended, adding to my ever-increasing woes. I sighed again, pondering the miseries of my life, but my flow of thought was interrupted by a splash on my face. The ceiling had begun to leak a few days ago, and I didn’t have the know-how nor money to fix it. I stood up and stretched. Enough was enough. I needed to find a way out of this mess. Life couldn’t go on like this.
By Cass Reid5 years ago in Futurism
Gordy's little black book
The funeral was difficult for me. My best friend, the eccentric Gordon Peterson, passed away after a car accident. He was young, 36.
By Rex Kunkel5 years ago in Futurism
Dancing Letters
The majority of my life has been populated with events that an unbiased, reasonable spectator would only feel right in characterizing as “painfully mundane.” Not painful because of the magnitude of its “mundane-ness,” but because the norm in my hometown – in Havallia – is pain. Even now, when normalcy has been replaced with oddities, the pain is ever constant. The pain of the past replaced with the knowledge that my death looms overhead because of a little black book.
By Noaria075 years ago in Futurism