fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Dear Diary
I stood in line at Editions off Pauline Street where all the hipsters go, who rarely buy anything but who take up space. “Can I help who is next?” said a short woman behind the counter. Two earrings in her left. None in her right. A tattoo on her forearm. A crow, I think.
By William Barlow5 years ago in Futurism
Space Invaders
When I arrived at my father’s home it was in the condition I had expected. They had ransacked the place looking for anything to make sense of the recent abductions. With my security clearance they had reluctantly granted me lone access. They knew I was their best shot at unlocking any secrets from my father’s final days of research. I found my father’s VR visors and just as suspected, my unique neurolink ID gave me access to his holodesk. I’m sure they’re recording all of this, and I put on a good show, spending hours reviewing files on visitors who have overstayed their welcome. Knowing my father; he would never entrust any real conclusions to the digital realm. I had not seen my father or my siblings in almost 3 years.
By Jason Paulino5 years ago in Futurism
Inbu’s Heart 9/10
This was it. The final task. Looking back on the past few days since leaving home, Mei thought that she had done so well. It hadn't truly sank in how dangerous and difficult the tasks were. Her mother's advice had brought her here. Smiling through the pain and and struggles will help get you through it. There were times where her mother's words worked and times when it didn't. On that cold morning, thoughts of her mother brought her warmth.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
Life after death
Darcy wandered around aimlessly. She was looking at all of the plants and trees that had once given her joy. When she had first come to this botanical garden, she stood there awestruck, staring up at the magnificently tall trees, they were seemingly untouchable. Why had I never come here before? She’d asked herself.
By Rachel Greenwood 5 years ago in Futurism
Raven
Raven was no stranger to the stench of death; the cries of war were something she and her team had long been accustomed to hearing. That was the cost of war, of living in a world ruled by monsters, the cost of being human. Raven had learned long ago never to look an enemy in the eye while pulling a blade from their chest or slicing their throat.
By Brittany Fenwick5 years ago in Futurism
Artisia Book #1 Triumph
{Artisia is the first series of fantasy books I'm in the process of writing. I'm going to be releasing them as an online novel here on vocal. These chapters are likely to under go editing and changes in the future before I self publish as a novel. In the mean time I hope these chapter finds an audience who will enjoy this world I'm in the process of creating and the characters.}
By Beth Winters5 years ago in Futurism
