fantasy

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Freshmen Pete's Magical Delivery
“I don’t normally advocate this,” Pete read out loud. “But close the door anyway. Remove your shoes and socks — what the?” Pete put the letter from the package down, closed the door, and sat on his bed. As he removed his Chucks and socks, he laughed, realizing he still had on the Christmas socks from Shea — the ones with her beautiful, smiling face printed all over them.
By Trenton Anthony5 years ago in Futurism
3rd Page’s the Charm.
2:23 P.M. on the, somehow, gummy and battered clock. Last period of the day. As a junior in highschool, this was the best feeling.
By DaViya M5 years ago in Futurism
A Teenage Enchantress
Flashback The portal appears, and Grandfather heads through first this time. I move quickly but am yanked back roughly. My necklace is caught on the tree!
By BELLA DAWN5 years ago in Futurism
Hit and Run
“No, mom, you don’t understand! I lost everything!” I can barely hear her tinny reply through my phone as I reel from what happened. How long have I been walking? It’s already dark. I feel like I’m about to be mugged with every dreary alleyway I pass.
By Josiah Lyons5 years ago in Futurism
The Usual Way
It really should not have come as a surprise at all when Connor found a little black book on his kitchen table that morning. It was surprising, of course, seeing as Connor lived alone and was, as far as he knew, the only person with the key to his apartment. Even then, it really should not have been a surprise. Not in the least. You see, Connor had been dreaming of that very same book, sitting there on that very same table, for upwards of twenty years now.
By Shaw5 years ago in Futurism
The Price of Devotion
Calahendra, the spiritual Keeper of the Oracle Temple, serenely watched her latest visitor from above. He remained unaware of her ephemeral presence hovering at the ceiling while he navigated the three Daises of Communion within the temple’s vast, underground central chamber. The interplay of light through her transparent body reflected back as a shimmering, blue-violet gown against her silvery-white skin before trailing off invisibly upon reaching her feet. The ends of her long, straight, stark-white hair seemingly danced in a constant, light breeze.
By Jason Knightman5 years ago in Futurism
Salvation's Sacrifice
The mood atop Irlith Tower, the home of the Irindel Order, was especially somber. Hidden within a grey and breezeless pocket dimension outside of the world of El’Darin, it remained the only safe space left to the group. They had just endured the systematic murders of five colleagues in the past few months.
By Jason Knightman5 years ago in Futurism
Powertrip
Soréla stood on a main promenade of the nobles quarter of the coastal capital city of Port Faeldan, its wide avenue paved with cobblestones, flanked with a variety of sumptuous shops, and dotted with well-heeled residents and their occasional entourages. Having newly arrived from Colchesse last night, she marveled at the deeply tan skin the native residents all carried. It lent a natural glow that she found aesthetically pleasing, and it contrasted starkly from the fair to light tan skin of the people from her native country of Relb. She felt slightly envious of the complexion she did not share. She herself received a few appraising glances from the local gentry, but she overheard no comment, and none broke stride nor conversation in response to encountering her. Seagulls intermittently called out in the distance.
By Jason Knightman5 years ago in Futurism
Beyond The Walls
A dark hue had begun to emerge in the clouded sky. Lana and her long lived childhood friend, Rey, sat on the rooftop of the condo, throwing small at the towering city walls. “What do you suppose is on the other side?” Lana asked.
By Mariah Mandwe5 years ago in Futurism
The Trees Gift
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to explore the woods by myself. There were thousands of trees and lots to discover behind my house. It was just after dinner when I ran past my parents with my backpack and flashlight running towards the woods. “Please be careful, sweetie!” My mother hollered as the back porch screen door slammed. I had been doing this for as long as I can remember, indulging myself into the world’s creations, discovering the untouched, and making the unknown known. The woods were calm, musky, and damp. My favourite thing.
By Alexis Jenkins5 years ago in Futurism
The Book
He breathed a sigh of relief. His breath escaping as white wisps of swirls in the cave lit only by the few torches thrown about the stone walls. His hands were covered in a cold sweat as he gripped the handle of his sword. The worn leather had long started to unwind, allowing for the cold of hard steal to come through. His hands shook and violently at that. The pain had long numbed into an uncomfortable ache. This quest had been a difficult one.
By Nina Karatkevich5 years ago in Futurism
Lovely Protector! Crimson Rose Episode 1: Falsettexto, Harbringer of False Calls and Text!!
"Order's up!" "Bruno, this one's on me," the coffee girl softly spoke. "Just what I needed," he chugged it down.
By Jen E Star 5 years ago in Futurism