Fantasy

Isolation
There were dark spots in her vision, and her head was pounding. She turned her head to the side, squinting in hopes it would allow her to see something, anything.
By Janiyah Connor5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Reset
Other Looters forgot about old fast food restaurants, but Hilda always checked them. They’d had the best plumbing old money could buy. Hilda hated the competitiveness of larger hauls. Her racing days were long past. Smaller opportunities in the ground-level businesses were a more relaxed drag, a consistent payload each Reset. The only downside were longer days between the skyscrapers.
By Nej Steer5 years ago in Fiction
Dreaming As We Float
Call me egocentric, but you dream of me too–don't you? The actress that I am, demanding to be on every stage, even in your slumber. They say children grow to want everything they lacked in their sandbox days. The poor become workaholics or gambling addicts–counting pennies until their fingertips smell of copper. The tight-leashed become adrenaline seekers–swimming with great whites and inhaling the same color. And then there are people like me. The actors, the singers, the comedians, the performers. The children who grew to be spotlight hungry–craving the applause, the recognition, the attention.
By Flora5 years ago in Fiction
I'm Coming Home
“Kisses!” Melony exclaims as she reaches out for her husband. They are both in the whirlwind of their morning routine, except this morning would be starting and ending way outside of their norm. She would often slap 5 or 6 kisses on Carters' face before finally making it out the door.
By Penny Bae Bridges5 years ago in Fiction
Singularity of evolution
They call me Ghost. Time is an expendable Luxury, we never have enough yet we never run out. Since the world started to download our personal histories and current events to prevent the loss of all civilization we as a whole have learned to lean more on the easy to feel feelings. Stuff like guilt and shame, allow us to function in a more singular capacity where our needs are very low maintenance.
By Michael Flowers5 years ago in Fiction
My Only Mission
Journal Entry 1..... The beginning Okay so I've never journaled before so I'm not really sure how to start this entry but basically the world has ended and I am starting to panic because while the rest of humanity was wiped out and sent back to high heaven like the dinosaurs, I was shocked looking for some way to survive and by the grace of god I was spared along with only about a few thousand other people.
By kathryn dunyon5 years ago in Fiction
Future Unknown
Trash littered the streets of New San Francisco while people were trudging amongst each other attempting to make a day’s living selling scraps and possibly stolen items. Ida kept to herself as she snuggled deeper in her heavy cloak, hood drawn and looking down. Even if she looked up, the hood was so deep and dark it would be hard to see her face except for her curly, brown hair.
By Laurel Lujan5 years ago in Fiction
Tuolumne Meadows
TUOLUMNE MEADOWS I handled my customary morning ritual, letting Pharah out and using the restroom myself. The doorbell sounded. I left Pharah outside and answered the door. At first glance, he was wearing a uniform and I thought he was a police officer. At a second glance, I can see that he represented an agency like animal control. Where I was currently living, it was not really a city, but a type of territory, a part of the county mostly. “Ma’am, do you own a pit bull terrier that was involved in a confrontation recently with a neighbor’s dog?” The man said with a cocky air, his leg hiked up one stair, and his hand firmly gripping the porch railing with some sort of heart-shaped locket dangling from his neck. I felt my throat lock and the courage that I had mustered to get out of bed this morning was now being crushed by the wish to escape this conversation. “Yes,” I replied, "what can I do for you?” I am here about the complaint that your animal attacked a dog and I want to be sure that this said animal is currently in your control. I also want to let you know that your animal will need to be either surrendered or you must apply for a Potentially Dangerous Animal (PDA) permit in order to keep her.” I just stood there dumbfoundedly unsure as to whether I should thank him. Why would I want to thank him for such bad news? Instead, my reply was that I understood. “Any questions ma’am?” Without looking back I answered, “no, no questions.” I quickly entered the house, closed and locked the door.
By Carol5 years ago in Fiction
Submissive Evil
The tension broke me from my sleep. The feeling of their eyes- all of their eyes- made my skin crawl. I shot up, my eyes widening as the little creatures flew back from me as quickly as they could. Each of them has a little grey body with four arms, five dark black eyes, and a pair of short legs. Their arms and legs end in three stubby fingers. They screeched when my wings spread out behind me and pulled me out from under them, my back slammed against a wooden wall, shaking the contents of the small cabin.
By J. L. Cross5 years ago in Fiction
Submissive Evil
I remembered all that happened, some of it, the worst of it. I pulled myself into the fetal position; my bones cracking and snapping back into the position they were intended to be in while my screams echoed through the green sun covered forest. My breathing was heavy, rapid, and painful. I could feel the fast rush of air into my lung and the pain that followed as the expansion guaranteed me further moments of life. I could hardly understand why something so awful could happen, but life could prevail. It was a sick and twisted joke.
By J. L. Cross5 years ago in Fiction
The Fall of Andrekka: Harper's Story
HARPER LED THE GIANT MISTGLIDER BY HIS REINS. “Mist protection! Get your mist protection here!” She screamed up and down the street. People were sitting on the stoops of their homes. Merchants set up pop-up shops selling fruits, pots, and jewelry. Harper held her palm flat as a visor above her eyes. She was judging the time by the sun. “You smell anything yet, Spit-tuk?” She asked her animal companion. “There’s gotta be a mist coming soon,” she said to herself. “Get your mist protection here!”
By Nathan Charles5 years ago in Fiction
Deify
No one believed in them anymore. No one believed in much of anything anymore. Felt foolish to when every day was met with new losses. But, they rose anyways. The Morrigan stripped the invaders of their health until bones were the only trace of their former existence. Her crows feasted on those unlucky enough to survive. No one could breath around Aether who deemed the outsiders unworthy of the air. The humans left in the resistance looked on in equal parts awe and horror, as the old gods rose in fury to defend their territory. Sinew and blood spilled over the land, running in rivulets as the invaders were sliced into pieces, boiled from the inside out, and burned with the wrath of every interpretation of endless suffering that existed. This…this might be worse than the first apocalypse.
By Becan Hennighan5 years ago in Fiction