fantasy

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The Phoenix and the Dragon
There was a phoenix burning brightly as she flew into the air. She was off in her head day dreaming. The phoenix should have been paying attention to where she was going, but she seldom did that. She thought that she was the only one that could fly as high as she, so it didn't matter to her. Since she was so deep in thought the phoenix didn't see the dragon that she was about to run into. She snapped to, but it was too late. The dragon and the phoenix collided!
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Futurism
Frogga
“With the eyes of a child, you must come out and see that your world’s spinning ‘round, and through life you will be a small part of a hope of a love that exists; in the eyes of a child, you will see.” – John Lodge
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Futurism
Orbis - Brief History Chapter 2
Wargothia: Next on the regional list of Lilacia, we have Wargothia. Located to the immediate south of the Cursed Lands, and completely cuts off all routes to the northern region of Lilacia. The region of Wargothia, or the Wargothian Mountains, is home to some of the most prominent human ethnicities and some of the only mankind in Lilacia. The Wargothian, the Bloodmen, the Grecklosi, and the Eandic peoples are all are all genetic cousins — all originating from the Wargothian bloodline — but all have branched off into their own subspecies with small yet defining characteristics to each type.
By Dan ™8 years ago in Futurism
The Flames of Destinies and Sorrows
First, just a quick thank you to everyone for reading this chapter of a book I've been writing for a quite a while. If you'd like more I would be excited to share more! Also, feedback would be great as well!
By Benjamin Martin8 years ago in Futurism
Submerged in Murder
It was a cold night. The streets were shining silver from the rain that had not stopped for a while, but it was normal for New York. A tall man stood by the window, he held a crystal glass containing whiskey and glanced down at the world below him. He wore a grey suit; his hair looked black under the dim light, and he took a sip of his whiskey.
By Ada Zuba8 years ago in Futurism
Orbis – Brief History
The Cursed Lands. The northernmost region of the continent of Lilacia; home to many of orbis’ magic wielded. The region got its name from the sinister magic that shrouds the landscape. The land is murky, damp and full of thick forests. Most wildlife was killed off long ago during the reign of terror that ensued during the ancient Mystari Empire. The Wargothian mountain range forbids groups of animal to pass north, and vice versa, thus isolating any remaining life that is unfortunate enough to call the Cursed Lands their home. But what of the Riftmen and the Mystari?
By Dan ™8 years ago in Futurism
The Story of My Life
Imagine this. There's a dark room. Nothing is audible but the breathing of a person. A light switches on and there, right in the middle of the room, is sitting a woman. She's dressed in black clothing, almost resemblant of a yoga outfit, with a leather jacket over it. She seems nervous. And scared. She's fumbling about with her thumbs, trying to distract herself from what's coming. She has to open up. She has to tell where she came from, and what happened to her. She has to be honest about her past.
By Dione Captor8 years ago in Futurism
Law of Truth: Resurrection
I hate to begin this story here so I won’t. I will start with the poetry of my creation. Upon a bed of smiles grew this land. Rooted in the core are shimmers of starlight, this is where our dreams come from. Undying are the fruits and this is why I chose to start here. It feels wrong to call it here when in fact it’s also there. I can't help but laugh now as I see my phrasing could have been simpler but it feels right so I'm not going to change it. Please grant me your patience as my eagerness to begin this story while in route there may cause my language to be a bit cryptic and hard to understand. I'm hoping to see you among many others.
By Seneca Gardens8 years ago in Futurism
Domino: The Awakening—Chapter 3
While the Undead protagonist and his Shadow Army pave the streets in red, Pyropolarnite infiltrates the media and manipulates the masses with words of Justice and Public Safety. "Citizens of New Burgandy. It is with great pleasure to inform you all that as of now, will take down the Underground Consortium! No longer will you need to give in to the extortion and terror these wicked men and women impose upon you all. Tonight, we'll drive away the Consortium so you may walk the streets without fear! To demonstrate the strength of our Resolve, see before you the Mafia Don Emiliano Vencetta. This is the leader of the Consortium crime syndicate. Now under arrest, he would like to make a public statement for you all."
By Dominick Piaquadio8 years ago in Futurism
Orion
It was a cold winter morning in Bristol. Orion had been awake for a few hours. He hadn’t slept well the night before, and had taken to reading at around 4 AM. He knew he should have probably gone back to sleep, but it evaded him like it was actively trying to remain out of reach.
By S J Oliver8 years ago in Futurism
The Chosen One: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: The First Night I was now probably miles away from Claire. I wish I could just hear her voice one more time? What if that was the last time I would ever see her? I can’t even think about it. She is a prey now. I could kill her.
By Ashley Laws8 years ago in Futurism
Domino: The Awakening
The year is 2007. In the heart of the ghetto stands a high school full of diversity, struggle, and concepts beyond the fathomability of typical society. Underneath the facade of 'hood life', a subculture of magic and the metaphysical reside. Among the students attending this school, there are three who'll play a pivotal role in shaping the future of humanity. The catalyst of change derives from a mysterious blind prophet. It is this being of unknown origin who foresees a future of chaos and destruction by the coming of the Beast.
By Dominick Piaquadio8 years ago in Futurism