fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Isis
Sandstorms clouded her vision of the far-off structure, causing her to squint hard. She had made it. She picked up her feet, following one after the other, to get out of the scorching heat and scratching wind, sprinkled with sand. She made sure her hair was tucked into her scarf and the material around her mouth and nose was secured to prevent her from coughing sand later.
By Faith Ackerman8 years ago in Futurism
Enchantress
Enchantress is what the world calls her. No one ever knew her real name. It’s been said that when she was only an infant, both of the child’s parents were killed by a massive avalanche in their home back in the North Cascades. She never got a chance to hear her name own name or get a visual of her mother and father. The snow covered the entire forest. However, the baby survived. It was about −63 °C that day and the temperature didn’t raise much higher than that the entire winter. An Ascended Master found the infant crawling at the peak of a snowy hill. The master was traveling with two of his students. He knew what occurred here. He felt the wave of death 300 miles away. The Master brought his students there to show them a release ritual. He wanted to make sure that every soul stuck there would reach the infinity. He was astounded to see a child. He handed his garments to one of the students and whispered to them, “This cannot be real.”
By Clarissa Washington8 years ago in Futurism
Alianza and I
Solitude seemed to engrave the memory further into my open mind as I laid in the sweetly comforting bed. It all seemed like it was a cataclysmic eruption of grape soda on a white t-shirt; the cactus leaf, the tawny color of the desert, and the unforgettable skies that still seemed to plague my heart with a constant yearning for its brisk wind. I could hardly wait for her arrival, this woman, her face a secret to my eyes. She promised me a visit if I were to return to my homelands and the owl late last night whispered in my dreams of her visit to me this afternoon.
By Elisa Miranda8 years ago in Futurism
Dancing with the Fireflies
Once a creature of the mortal world dies, there is a small period of time where the spirit hovers between the living world and the next. If left undisturbed, the spirit usually finds its way, and will fade. Humans have a harder time letting go… filled as they are with regret, hatred, and greed. Their weakness becomes their misery, causing their souls to distort; becoming tainted. They will always be the most foolish creatures.
By Elizabeth Keigher8 years ago in Futurism
The Dismantling of Saturn by Pluto
To live a life of exaltation. That was Saturn's only focus, and her focus gave her a sense of pride which masked the screaming monkeys that danced upon her frail shoulders. For it were these monkeys with whom she confided in among a sisterhood of Saturnian mind-folk — just as unusual as she. A sisterhood of control and restraint.
By Jordan Paul8 years ago in Futurism
Rise of the Oni King Part 2
Diolnaga did not sit on his throne, like so many would, in that barren camp. After moments of deliberation with mother, Diolnaga dispatched three of the four guardsmen who remained to find and return his fleeing subjects, explaining that Diolnaga would be kind to any who returned. The fourth, he questioned:
By Caleb Sherman8 years ago in Futurism
Rise of the Oni King Part 1
Our story begins, as many stories do, a long time ago in a distant land, with the birth of our hero. He is born, as all of his people are, during a great storm that tears the land asunder. Lightning cracks and thunder rocks the earth in a plains-land where a tribe of red-skinned, brown-haired beings reside. These creatures are known as Onis, and legend has it that whenever an Oni mother goes into labor her great pain causes even the heavens to protest, so was the case when Diolnaga was born.
By Caleb Sherman8 years ago in Futurism
Whispering Moonlight
I touched the surface of the water gently with the edge of my toe, testing the temperature and feel of it. Where my the tip of my toe grazed the surface, little waves of water rippled across the edge of the pool. The steam hanging in the air around me was highly misleading. I stepped into the room thinking that the water would be hot or at least very warm, but it was rather cool. Not too cold like the ocean but cool enough to invite a slight chill. I looked around to make sure no one was watching and submerged my foot in the water. As soon as I did I felt a tingling and then couldn’t feel my foot. My initial thought would have been to panic but this was different. It was like every muscle in my foot had relaxed. I moved further into the water submerging my body up to my neck and let out a gentle sigh. This was nicer than I anticipated.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Futurism
