fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
The Cost of Inspiration
The slowest means of travel would suit him just fine, if he did say so himself. Everyone's desire to go, go, go. It was nonsense anyway, what's the rush? Speeding to the edge of the cliff just to cry out for more time once you're pulled down into the abyss? Pure nonsense.
By Amira Muhammad5 years ago in Futurism
Fantastical Misconceptions
The weather matched my mood, gray and dreary. I sat with my head pressed against the bus window, watching the scenery pass by, my mind in a daze. The rain slid down the glass and pelted the roof, and I wondered if tears would follow. I never really knew my birth mother. I was a ward of the state from early on, hopping from foster home to foster home before I was adopted. It had been ten years since last I'd heard from her— and that only a belated birthday card in the mail. Now suddenly, even though she was deceased, she was in my life again. So, at the urging of her lawyer, I here was. On my way, to pick through the rubble of her life.
By Carla Batchelor5 years ago in Futurism
Son of the Dragon King
Five years ago, my father charged into my room and tore apart my bookshelf muttering to himself. I offered to help him search for whatever he couldn't find, but he pushed me away and left my room. My mother yelled at him as he ran across the grass into the night. A village elder came the next day and told us that if we wanted to get him back, we'd need the help of an elf.
By Stephanie Watson5 years ago in Futurism
For Your Eyes Only
The year is 2020. The world has gone to hell in so many ways I can't even see the bottom of the handbasket it came in. We have a new President everyone loves, yet this pandemic is forcing us to all become the shadows of our former selves. We now have a new social score that determines whether we can get loans, order food, or even rent an Uber. This new hierarchy is becoming the complete path to my undoing. I chose the life of a journalist in a new world where journalistic integrity is a thing of the past, which is everything I learned to fight against. My name is Elliot Larkin, and if you're a victim of the social war we have going on, you're probably thinking I'm the worst person ever. Well, you'd probably be right, but you don't know my side of the story. I'm here today to explain my side, of the well-known (#canceled story of the century). You probably won't care what I have to say at this point, but this is my last chance to get it all out of my system before I cease to exist. Let me take you back to the beginning.
By Jen Benart5 years ago in Futurism
Home....
Nyura and I were inseparable. An unlikely friendship. Me the daughter of the community nurse, recently descended from the people who had murdered Nyura’s great grandparents. Nyura with direct unbroken lineage to the land, her ancestral language and the desert economy. In our childhood play, amongst the trees, rocks and water-holes we were oblivious to the terrible history of colonial abuse and the intergenerational trauma that still played out in the community.
By Suzan Muir5 years ago in Futurism
BLOOD RUN
Being a Batiste came with expectations that I had no interest in adopting. Our bloodline was deep-rooted here in New Orleans, Louisiana long ago. Peering out at the old barn once I returned home sent shivers down my spine. The old echoes of a returned night owl echoed into the night notifying my family of my untimely arrival.
By Cassie Smilez5 years ago in Futurism
Best Left Lost
So accustomed had I become to the constant, rolling song of the desert, that I almost did not hear the beckoning call of my destination steadily approaching me. I stopped and looked upon the dark mouth of the cave. To my eyes alone, it appeared like the hundreds of others I had seen in my journey, like the thousands I had seen in my lifetime. Though, as I gazed upon it with my soul, an aura of invitation surrounding the cave confirmed to me that this was what I had so long searched for.
By Mudamir Aljashe5 years ago in Futurism
A Not-So-Chance Encounter
We all hear of people’s lives changing in a blink of an eye. We all have that deep-down desire, that one day, we have an experience that would do just that, in the best way imaginable. That is how my story begins. My name is Ava Lane. My not-so-chance encounter has transformed my life. As a 20-year-old CU college student, I certainly felt I would be the last person on earth for something like this to happen to. I’ve been told repeatedly, “Things don’t happen by chance”.
By Nicole Sanders5 years ago in Futurism
