Fantasy Stories

The murmur of voices were all around him but he didn’t take part. He could hear his voice speaking in his head but he tried not to listen. Instead he focused on keeping his clean suit clean. He would have to return it tomorrow if he didn’t get buried in it tonight. He bit down on his cheek. James, his therapist urged him to stay away from negative thoughts. So he scanned the area around him, forcing himself to say happy thoughts about the things he saw. The white table cloths were still white. The small boys clad in miniature…

Charles took the stairs to the second floor leaving a trail of rain water behind him. He was drenched but he didn’t care, his mind was else ware. The door to his apartment squealed when it opened, notifying his wife of his arrival. Charles slipped his soaked shoes and socks off by the door before continuing to the bathroom to discard the rest of his clothes. He wore nothing but his striped boxers when his wife entered. She touched his shoulder and recoiled from how cold he felt. “Babe, you are freezing.” Charles focused his attention on the hot water…

The rage from his bleeding heart dissipated like a summer storm. Which is to say it never really went away. The lightning and thunder stopped, but the rain still speckled the ground, and formed ever-increasing puddles. The storm had died down from being a destructive force to anything within range, to something much more tolerable. Except for the simple fact that matters of the heart were never merely tolerable. Charles found himself on a bench with wet clothes sticking to his skin and lakes in  his shoes. The rain in the real world had diminished to a staggered sprinkle, while…

She moved with the seductive sway of a feline. Silently searching through crowded rooms for potential prey. All the while James stalked her. He watched as she positioned herself close to her subjects, but always outside the group they were integrated in. She would entice them with smiles and shy glances. Urging them to leave their groups and start-up a conversation with her. Each and every time, the men performed just as she wished them to. They would leave their groups to chat up what seemed to be an innocent and lonely looking girl. The men she chose were typically…

Alone he sits. Sad his heart is. He yearn for simplicity and receives everything but. Surrounded he is yet still he sits. People pass by and only spare a single glance. He dared not reach out. He dared not try to grasp for help. These weights were given to him to bare, and they need not be shared. He tries to rise, to push forward and continue on but he falls to his knees. His eyes scan the crowd and all he see’s is people moving with ease. They are graceful in the way they walk, unlike his tortured and…

Soldiers in white stand as still as stone not daring to breathe. Their eyes are holes of pitch black set in a field of ivory. They watch the single figure before them teeter on the edge of oblivion. Hopes and dreams fade as quick as sand through loose fingers. The figure staggers forward and back, and for a split second it seems as all will be alright at last. Scenes of success and joy spring into the men’s minds like a flower blooming after a storm. All is right with the world, the soldiers in white still stand firm. A…

The hours pass by, as the clouds disappear in the sky. Time floats up and away, slipping though my fingers as I pray. I wish for more time in this life, riddled with pain and strife. May I please survive just one more night, I promise tomorrow I will fight.   Photography By: http://pandoragirl.deviantart.com/art/Grasping-Air-5830696      

Davin wore a white shirt and white pants in a room with white walls and bright lights. A pair of small vents with white teeth circulated the air in his room. Davin padded the length of his room, counting out each step as he placed heel in front of toe. It was twenty-four paces long and twelve paces deep. Along the length of one wall was some kind of glass. Seven. At times it would look just like all the other white walls, but every so often it would change and be a different color. Eight. If he was lucky,…