fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Excerpt from the Chapter, "The Tlaloc Wars of 1962" of the Book "Shaare Emeth: Gateway to Truth"
It looked like a moldy orange, putrid, pock-marked with uneven circles of white ash and darker eruption. White and brown blotches unevenly stretched across its surface. Patches of hot dust alternated with glaciers. Pulled and deformed, like a child playing with a ball of clay, Io, was the closest Galilean satellite.
By Teresa McLaughlin9 years ago in Futurism
Dyson Trio pt 1
“What in the name of, what happened?” Groaned Alexander as he came too and rubbed the temples of his pounding head. Lying on his right side, facing a wall, all he saw as he moved to a sitting position was a smooth blue white ceramic surface. He knew there were others in the room, but as they currently didn’t appear threatening, he focused on where he was. So far there was nothing that appeared helpful.
By daniel morris9 years ago in Futurism
Puzzle Master
Trent had been a puzzlemaster for a long time. Age had no meaning for him since Trent never kept track of the days. Trent couldn't have told you if it was a Saturday or a Thursday or what month it was. Years seemed to have flown by passing Trent like a river and he was unable to catch and hold any with his hands. Still Trent's work was simple easy enough to do. Trent sat in a bar in the middle of Krona. The largest city on Phobos the capital planet of the outer rim of the milky way. Trent had seen countless worlds and solved thousands of puzzles. The puzzles were the way people banked and hid treasures. The entire planet of Phobos was a large city buildings that were built taller every day so tall that the surface couldn't be seen from the tops of the buildings. The opposite was true as well, if you stood on the brick and asphalt streets you couldn't see the tops of the buildings.
By Adam McCaulley9 years ago in Futurism
Excerpt from the Chapter, "Her First Mission," of the Book "The Love of the Tayamni"
She walked along the uneven sidewalk in heels that pinched her toes, watching the concrete to avoid tripping over the cracked surface. That same day, she purchased clothing appropriate for the heat. The thin, cotton dress fluttered around her knees. Two old men seated on a bench between the sidewalk and the street, were fanning themselves. The top buttons on one man’s shirt were unfastened exposing gray chest hairs crookedly peering above his undershirt. The men spoke with thick Southern accents. She heard one of the men pronounce the word, “segregation.”
By Teresa McLaughlin9 years ago in Futurism
The Parisian
THE PARISIAN: A TALE OF THE STONES 14-AUG-3276, 16:00 CET EARTH, FRANCE, PARIS CON TRANE HELD his breath and tensed all of his muscles. Lines stood out from his body - across his shoulders they shuddered slightly - he was like a taut bow as he braced himself for the launch. Ben had been winding the handles for almost ten minutes; so that now, all of the creaking wood and metal structure was pulled in upon itself like an impossibly complicated wicker basket.
By Fergus Neff9 years ago in Futurism
From the 2nd Book in the Series, "The Love of the Tayamni"
One hundred fifty thousand years ago, in a sector of the Perseus Spiral Arm near the Orion Spur, a lifeless planet was jostled out of orbit by a rogue spray of asteroids. The accumulating debris of which the planet was now a part, shot through space, hurtling through an empty void. Star systems, spread over millions of kilometers, left spaces between planets so great, the debris passed through unimpeded.
By Teresa McLaughlin9 years ago in Futurism
Beyond the Colony (Part 2)
[Here is the 2nd part of this series. The first part can be found here. If you like what you see tweet at me @amccaul1976. If you don't like what you see please be constructive with the criticism. Help me be a better writer. You can also email me at [email protected]. Thanks for reading and if you like what your read please share this story with others. Thank you and I hope you enjoy part 2.]
By Adam McCaulley9 years ago in Futurism
From the 1st Book of the Series, "The Love of the Tayamni"
The sky was a whirl of yellow and green. Dark clouds moved southwards. Sheets of rain and black shadows slid over sand and stone. A dim sun climbed higher as mists rose from seas of methane. On the rocky ground, crystals of water-ice, jagged, hard as granite thrust up through gravel. Black cylinders, towers built by an alien race, stood on the rocky crest of hills above this beach, waves of liquefied gas lapping against the shore. A breeze stirred dust further up from the lake. The rising sun, pale and green, cast glistening reflections on its surface.
By Teresa McLaughlin9 years ago in Futurism
Cooper's Creek
I wish I had never heard of that place. The name will haunt me till the day I die, and that's a day that can't come soon enough. I can't even bring myself to write it down. It's as if just writing that damned name will make it real again. If it ever was real; maybe they are right, maybe it was just a psychotic episode.
By Bryan Irving9 years ago in Futurism
