fantasy

Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.

Snow White Claw
You may look at some things as impossible, or fictitious. Take me for example; I’m a claw. I’m a snow-white claw that belongs to a vicious, malevolent beast. This beast happens to be a griffin. The griffin, to be exact. This griffin is the king of all! His name is Balthazar. The worst part? He doesn’t clean himself! His fur is as white as I am and he goes around eating things and getting me all covered in blood and dirt, and I’m sick of it!
By Lavender Burns6 years ago in Futurism
Pure Darkness
As the moon settles into its usual place in the sky and the lamp posts decorate the town like stars reflected on land. The darkness is pushed away on this joyest occasion. The birthday of a half-fairy. It is early in the morning around seven, and people are already up to prepare for a beautiful party later that day. Most of the old ladies are cooking food, while the younger adults put up decorations while the kids play. There are balloons and posters and each of them has the words'Happy Birthday Pixholmes' imprinted in each and every one of them. Everyone has bright smiles on their faces, their eyes sparkling, as they go all out for the town's most popular fairy's (and only fairy) birthday celebration.
By Faithagent 026 years ago in Futurism
CLANDESTINE
🝔— 1 —🝔 There is an uncertain feeling that incited inside me while I watched the clouds above hang heavy, gray, and looming. I already smelled the pungent scent of fresh mud in my nose.
By Daisy Andrievas 6 years ago in Futurism
The Island
Waves crashed as seagulls cried on an isolated island, no civilization in sight. Tall dense trees casted shadows over a single figure who lay still on the sand. A rogue wave approached the person and sunk her feet into the moist sand protecting her feet from the scorching rays of heat emitting from the sun. small coughs came from the girl as she stirred and sat up holding her hand up weakly trying to avoid the blinding sun. the young girls name is Emma she is 15 years old with long wavy brown hair that reached to her lower back complimenting her sky-blue eyes.
By Jess Hughes6 years ago in Futurism
Two Betrayed Chapter 8
As the man left the area he captured her from, Suqqu felt herself rolling around the box she was put into. She banged her tiny hands against it calling to be let out, her pleas fell on deaf ears. In the dark she had no sense of time or distance for how long she was carried.
By Ian Worrall6 years ago in Futurism
Last Meal
The two brothers sat across from each other; the small, round table barely capable of accommodating the two with their crude meals. Though the food lacked the class they had grown accustomed to, the taste was more pleasant given the circumstances they were now in.
By Paul Schembri6 years ago in Futurism
His Touch
There are moments in life where you feel like you can’t get any lower. Where so much has happened that nothing else could possibly go wrong.
By Amelia Randall 6 years ago in Futurism
The Spiral Grove
The Dominion of Elvin Authority had enslaved several other races over time in their desire to rule the realm of the Spiral Grove. The Forest Trolls were their first captured and enslaved race, that was about three-hundred and twenty-five years ago. The trolls were forced to be the tower guards and extra muscle when the Elves did not want to do their own dirty work.
By Amanda Tucker6 years ago in Futurism
Magical Science
If you believe in myth, magic, dragons, and climate change, then lend an ear. Many believe the core, human aspects to a tale such as King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table to hold truth.
By Riley Morgan Watson6 years ago in Futurism
Connections
The three officers began to create a divide with caution tape to corral citizens away from the vines being tossed and to keep a better eye on the newcomers. As the curious onlookers speculated among themselves, a middle-aged woman crouched under the police tape. The authorities didn’t even notice that the woman had approached the unknown subjects. Effie was at earshot, making mental notes of the interaction. She tapped the shoulder of another woman, who turned around with an inviting smile.
By nobody6 years ago in Futurism
Connections
“Good afternoon Athens! This is Effie Andino with Athens Local News, coming to you live from the mountains of Birza, near one of former Greece’s most popular parks, Dimosio Dasos Rapentosas.” She paused to let viewers process that in their mental maps. “Behind me, we have about one hundred unknown people, who reports say landed in Greece just this morning, grouping around what seems to be a grassy hill.” Effie stretched a confident hand towards the anomaly, keeping her front towards the camera. “As you can see, they are tearing away at the overgrowth. Though this may look like a war on the environment, there looks like what may be a building, yes, a building under all that lush greenery. Where did these people come from? How do they know each other? What are they trying to uncover? More information will be available soon. This is Effie Andino with Athens Local News.” Flashing a crisp smile, she waited for her cameraman to give her the okay to make their next move.
By nobody6 years ago in Futurism
Mourning My Past Life
I'm stuck as an interlife mom to a daughter that knows me as a friend in this life. I'm stuck as nothing but a ghost to my husband from my previous life who doesn't know I've brought myself back.
By Alexandra F6 years ago in Futurism