fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
16) Tin in the Cup Sir Markus stood outside Her Eminence’s office waiting admittance. He had submitted an emergency appointment request through her secretary half an hour before. He was careful to keep his outer appearance of a very worried man. Inside he was calm as ice. He knew for his next move he had to appear to be near panic for The Civilization’s and Her Eminence’s sake. He also knew, however, he needed to keep his head clear in order to ensure this step be flawless.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
The Run to Freedom
Wolves called to her in the middle of the night. 10am in the morning. 3pm in the afternoon. While she did the washing and whilst she cooked the dinner. They howled for her to join them day and night. Restless, wanting and unsure she went to bed each night wide awake until the sun rose in the morning along with their calls and another day would begin.
By Chiara Ann Vicary6 years ago in Futurism
Two Betrayed Chapter 9
One hour after the child had left her in the room to have dinner with her family, she returned with another small box, and Suqqu had that sinking feeling in her stomach. Another one of her people had been captured to be kept as a pet. Why do humans think the world and all other living beings in it are theirs to do with as they please?
By Ian Worrall6 years ago in Futurism
Cherries and Blueberries
Once there was a small island in the middle of the ocean. It was made of coral and pink sea foam, inhabited only by girls. They talked and played, where everything was always safe and neat and clean, and every day they occupied themselves painting their nails, doing their hair and putting on makeup.
By Samantha Paredes6 years ago in Futurism
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
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
