Fantasy

Imaginative scenarios, supernatural encounters, dream worlds

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Solid Smoke

Her fingers were stained purple with juice from the crushed blackberries, a messy contrast to the clinical precision of her knife work.

13 min · 730 views · slow burn

—but the rain hasn't stopped since Tuesday

I touched the copper rim of the basin and felt a spark jump all the way to my tailbone, sharp as a needle.

14 min · 209 views · rainy paris

I Knew You Would Be Here

The resonance between us isn't a metaphor; it's a physical vibration that rattles my molars every time you step within ten feet.

18 min · 1,284 views · homecoming reunion

Your Heart Is Moving Too Fast

She was vibrating at a frequency that would have shattered a lesser man, a high, sharp C-sharp that tasted like lightning.

21 min · 839 views · fitness retreat

June 14th, 10:22 PM

She stood in the center of my studio, a spill of silver light against the rough cedar walls, looking like something I’d have to shoot my way out of.

12 min · 3,409 views · urban fantasy

Treatment Room Six

The cooling wards in this place are a joke when you’re looking at me like I’m a cold beer after a July ruck.

17 min · 11,063 views · magical spa

Did You Think the Snow Would Save Us?

I am tracing the blue-black ink of the runes on your forearm and wondering if the ROI on this mistake is worth the fallout.

13 min · 1 views · high fantasy

I Thought You Hated These Parties

I can feel the exact moment the ice hit your tongue because my own mouth suddenly tastes like bitter gin and cold iron.

16 min · 358 views · urban fantasy

Wet Ash

I could feel the condensation from her glass dripping onto my thigh, a cold, sharp contrast to the way her thumb was tracing my hip.

14 min · 775 views · resort bar

Gideon's Cufflink

He smelled like the cold iron of the High Seat and the particular, ozone-heavy static that preceded a total collapse of the Sunder.

24 min · 417 views · high fantasy

---unless you want the rain to start again

Her palm was a flat, hot weight against my sternum, and for a second I forgot how to breathe, how to be anything but clay.

13 min · 134 views · summer music festival

The Nicked Edge of a Silver Flask

She didn’t just sing; she pulled the oxygen out of the room and replaced it with something that tasted like copper and old secrets.

31 min · 52 views · urban fantasy