fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Secrets of the Heart
Aaron Swift sipped his coffee at the bistro that had been installed in his male housing dormitory and watched all the women walk by the windows. All of them were of the same shape and height with only the proscribed hair colour, either blonde or red or black, nothing in between and nothing different. Looking at each one up and down he searched for flaws or differences anything that would make any of them stand out and to his chagrin he could find nothing. All their eyes were the same shape all of their eye colors were brown or hazel only. He wondered if the stories of women with different shapes and sizes and with blue or grey eyes were true. Then he laughed at himself the histories said as much but, in this day, and age the way the Proletariat controlled information that could be a propaganda campaign as well.
By Melinda Aylett5 years ago in Futurism
Alive
She awoke to the howling wind. She had been on her own for years, but the wind always startled her. It sounded as if it carried all the cries from past civilizations in its breath. Its painful howling was only a reminder that she wasn’t safe. She shuddered remembering the first time she heard the wind. Her world ended that day. Everything she had ever known was gone. She didn’t want to think about it. All she had was now.
By Maeve Gallagher5 years ago in Futurism
The Line
He still had roughly a mile or so in line before he would finally see a meal again with his own eyes. Hot or cold, he didn’t care. Peter’s reasoning and senses were already ghosts. But now, standing in what had to be his final moments of vigilance and fortitude, there in his place in line, everything had grown dull. It had already been for a couple of days, but now, here in this moment, he had finally been adopted in by panic and despair.
By Jordan Goings5 years ago in Futurism
The Seed
The rubber trees twisted toward the sky, dwarfed only by the glass towers that competed with them against the streets of the city. The air was a smoggy mustard yellow on the clearer days. She propped herself up against the synthetic tree. The plastic leaves bent toward her, in anticipation of her next movement, to offer shade from the burning sun. The entire city was built from the trash of generations before her. Compiled and compounded to contort into the shape of nature. Water was rationed in the city so the Autocrats could water their lawns in the neighboring villages. They spent their days enjoying fresh air, far away from the polluted airs and dense populations of the city dwellers.
By Alexis Nicole5 years ago in Futurism
Innate
Part I I dreamt of the Michigan River again, last night. The cold waves lapped my feet, mom sat in the lawn chair, happy, waving, as E yelled, “Come on it’s not that cold, once you get in”. I yelled, “Naw!” “What, you scared?'' He shouted. That was it, I heard my big bro’s challenge and plunged in. It was freezing— sub-zero, but only for a few minutes. We were happy then. I wanna be happy again. My phone vibrated, announcing, uber was en route. I snapped out of it, and searched for my right sock. I have to get out of here.
By Jerrica Carr and T. Jackson5 years ago in Futurism
Mother Doomsday
-February 26, 3023 January 11 was the day my life, and the lives of many others, changed without warning. The day that families were torn apart, and left to pick the pieces up of what was now our "lives". For some, they'd lost all hope and struggled to survive this new world we now live in. Others had what it takes to survive, they knew they had to sacrifice and build from what they had. Some were on a mission to find their families.
By Chandelle Spear5 years ago in Futurism
Wren and the Minor God
Wren’s family lived in the 8th boundary, in a well-developed interior town, of what had been the Minnesota territory stemming from the northwest angle to where Toronto had been. The boundaries had been created when the elder gods had emerged from their earthly prison 19 years earlier. , They did not desire to rule the land or exist to subjugate the whole of humanity. The human race had multiplied beyond usefulness, there were only so many necessary servants, and those servants were better served by uninterrupted hives of humanity.
By Kat Rainbow5 years ago in Futurism
Photoluminescence
I need time to prepare breakfast. I'm almost a hundred years old. I set up the small kitchen table, take care that the tablecloth doesn't form folds, fill a nice bowl with cereal and blueberries, make a cup of barley for me and a cup of coffee for my wife. Every morning. Even this morning.
By Jonah Lightwhale5 years ago in Futurism
