fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Linnaeus and his Love for Plants
Carl von Linné, was a Swedish botanist, most famously known as the Father of Modern Taxonomy for formalizing the modern system of naming organisms called binomial nomenclature. This is a fictional account of how he came by this knowledge, and his adventures in Lapland.
By Sierra Goddard5 years ago in Futurism
Philosopher's Stone
The Find A treasure hunter finds a stone with a book encapsulated in it. The transparent stone has a golden emblem on it that has (somehow) been branded into the stone. Through the impenetrable stone, the mysterious, little black book says Eu on its cover.
By R. L. LASTER5 years ago in Futurism
Into the Unknown
In the dead of winter when the cold wept and the air briskly hit against your cheek, there was a warmth about Sunshine Mine. This is the same gloomy mine that the local townsfolk warned you about. They begged you tragically to disregard the deafening shrieks and wails of lure toward the old colliery. Many years had passed since the last courageous soul set foot in that dreadful place. Everyone had their own folklore about what went on deep inside. Some were true and some were just mere legends. There once was a tale of an awful curse that would fall upon anyone who dared to block off the entrance.
By Dallas Gullick5 years ago in Futurism
Confession Time
Alright, you’ve found this hidden envelope. That means you’re worthy of the story that it contains. It’s time for a little honesty, and I think you’re just the person to receive it. What you do with the information afterwards is up to you. To start my story, I need to drop one major truth on you. Gods are real, though none of the ones that you humans have created are perfectly accurate.
By Cody Dunnington5 years ago in Futurism
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book Once upon a time there was a Crystal child who gave birth to two Rainbow children. Unconditional love and generosity are strong values in the Rainbow tribe and the Crystal/Rainbow children represent our own continued evolution of higher consciousness as a species. They are God’s gift to humanity. They represent divinity incarnated. Very few have been born but their presence is known and felt all around the world as they herald in the New Age of Aquarius and the next Mayan great cycle. There will come a day when a tribe of people from all different backgrounds, colors, and creeds come together to protect Mother Earth.
By C.C. O'Donnell5 years ago in Futurism
Sunflower Seeds
Once upon a time, as many stories start, there lived a great and powerful witch. She was kind and old, but powerful and more dangerous than any other being in the realm of Nivalin. Others were afraid of her and her magic, so the people of the nearby village of Kaizem had long ago banished her to Everpine Woods, where she lived alone surrounded by the wild. Normally, Everpine Wood was dangerous, filled with creatures of legend, but nothing bothered the witch. If something did, it wouldn’t last long.
By Jennie Jeanne5 years ago in Futurism
Undiscovered
Grimswald echoed his way across the cold stone floor of the library, hunching desperately over a cane that looked much too thin for a man his size. His face was old and well-worn, with creases resembling the deep chasms of an ocean floor. Thick round eyeglasses framed his bearded face, yet he still squinted as he searched my eyes skeptically and critically.
By Katie Musselwhite5 years ago in Futurism
Oceana and the Spirit of the Western Wind
A young girl sat on the edge of an igneous rock jutting out from the waves which splashed up against the side of it spraying the girls face with a cool gentle mist, while the tips of the white frothy ripples tickled the bottom of her feet. Her name was Oceana, the second youngest daughter to the sea god Poseidon and a fallen star. She belonged to the sea as it was her birthplace, but she always dreamed of what it was like outside this sphere of existence.
By Sierra Goddard5 years ago in Futurism
Heaven in Hiding
I looked down at my phone and cursed under my breath. It was almost midnight. For two hours I had been sitting at a hightop table at the back of the club while the bass heavy music drummed through my ears and the lights flickered between white, yellow, orange, and lime green. Bodies crowded the dance floor to my right. Women danced and jumped around wildly, spilling their drinks all over the floor, themselves, and anyone else caught in the crossfire. Men slinked their way through the horde of skin-tight dresses and too high for comfort heels, wrapping their arms around the nearest waist and swaying with them to the beat.
By Haley LeBlanc5 years ago in Futurism
