fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Prologue
A void. Darkness was all Imaru perceived for miles upon miles. An empty, black, and infinite void that consumed all that dared to stand within, in more ways than merely one. It consumed one’s mind, drained away their sanity… corrupted their very spirit.
By Malachi Westbrook5 years ago in Futurism
Adventure Smiths
Introduction It was a time of great expansion. King Rupart, may he rest in peace, looked to a mysterious continent in the west as something that must be conquered and claimed for the good of all. This was no easy task as a host of sea creatures guarded the coastline. The king, determined to claim the land, sent ships to the sea creatures (who called themselves the Brine). Scores of ships were lost before it was communicated to the Brine that the king wanted to meet with them for negotiations.
By Brent Harris5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Begining
Preface : Cruel Fate I was certain death had taken me. Failure. I knew it was a possibility, but it had been the only hope. The walls, the structure of our very universe had been falling inward. Something had to be done. My people were a harsh, cruel and selfish society, but they were mine. I could not accept that there was no chance for them to do something good and worthy with their lives if they only had the time to learn. I was given that time and I have put my life and everything in me on the line to give them the same chance to grow. They were my people, and in trying to save them, I have destroyed them all...Except for my brother. He will be changed, but he will live on...
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
SERIES FICTION | 'Nothing Left To Subtract - The First Sequel'
To read the first book in this series 'Some Die Just To Live' by Jennifer Gulbrandsen - click here. The human condition is to truly know nothing, while demanding answers to everything. It’s why we are desperately looking for the meaning in everything around us.
By Jennifer Gulbrandsen5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Assassin
The dust of the alley swirled in the breeze, impregnating itself in the grime and garbage hidden in shadow. A figure stepped silently through the entrance, never once allowing the light of nearby street lamps to illuminate his features. A whisper of decaying paper, followed by silence was heard. The breeze became almost nonexistent. There was a blur of motion from a pile of trash to the far right. The figure gracefully sidestepped as five discarding sabot rounds punched a perfect pentagram in the brick just behind where he had been standing. In one fluid motion, the figure flicked something from his left side closely followed by his right side. The gunman tumbled back into the heap of crumpled paper that he had used for concealment. Quickly the dark figure stooped over the lifeless body and removed the five exquisite daggers from the chest of the dead man. He was unaffected by the wheezing sound of his victim’s last breath escaping through the holes in his chest as the last reflexes finally stopped.
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Cinder Red Wolf
Once upon a time, there was a young girl (sixteen years old to be precise) named Cinder Red. She lived alone in the forest with her stepmother and two stepsisters (who were neither amazingly beautiful or extremely ugly, they were actually pretty average) because her blood relatives had either died a painful death (like her mother) or had run away from home because they couldn’t handle living in a house of all females (like her father).
By Jessica Kuznicki5 years ago in Futurism
