fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
The Chosen
Chapter One "Melanie Jessica Bane, you have been chosen." I rolled out of my mint green blanket and sat up, after having the most vivid dream I've ever had. I put on loud music and started dancing around the room, trying to figure out what I was going to wear for school. Today was going to be unusual, I could feel it.
By Brooklyn Lambert6 years ago in Futurism
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn: The Immortals’ Game 1) Along Comes a Spider This was another night in Grandeur City like any other night. The city had been busy rebuilding after the ill-fated coup attempt by High Lord James XVI of Calador two months prior.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
Inkwalker:
“What do I carry in my pockets and who am I?” Ok. My name is Daniel Zebulon nilo Emmett, and what do I carry? As an alchemist most of the things I need are mine at the clasp of a hand. I can simply wish anything I need, money for my bag, coins for my purse, water for my skin, all these I can use a spell for.
By Laura Milanovich6 years ago in Futurism
Inkwalker
Echoes Of Magic It had already been a busy week. Nine “Veritas”, three nomad Stars and ana Asif, and the week wasn’t half spent yet. The girl looked 17, no one knew how old she was, most people in the Blocks didn’t know how old they were. They just knew it was another day they didn’t die.
By Laura Milanovich6 years ago in Futurism
Project What the f-
Never has holding a phone felt so freeing and awkward. None of us can quite remember what happened or how much time had passed. But we know we lived. Sort of. I can honestly say that we went through was the worst day of the decade. And that’s a hard thing to accomplish. I suppose you’ll be wanting to hear the story of what exactly happened. And if not, stick around. You might actually enjoy yourself for once.
By Ellis Koolman6 years ago in Futurism
The Goddess
Looking down at the hustling, scampering feet screeching against the polished wooden floor gave her an inkling of a yearning, maybe even a realization about what she feels makes her different from all the rest. Five and half to six feet above the floor sat a girl in a pair of light blue jeans, ripped in several locations, and a T-Shirt she didn't remember what had on it. She had almost forgotten that she had music isolating her head from the reality that cornered her from every angle.
By Caitlin Halladay6 years ago in Futurism
You Must Overcome
The skies darkened as thousands of soldiers marched on barren lands that lead them towards a war they could not avoid. A land that had once been lush and alive with the magical folks of Mysta until the Veil had fell upon them and cloaked the dwelling with vicious, mindless monsters.
By Paulina John6 years ago in Futurism
