Fantasy Farm Novels & Stories

They didn’t wear gold embroidery like Nicolais and I did, but there were no holes in their garments, and everything seemed relatively new. Past the village, more fields spread out, and Nicolais described—both in words and gestures—how the land was cultivated almost constantly. They rotated the crops so the soil wouldn’t be depleted. They used all the harvests themselves and sold the surplus at markets. Only a small percentage was exported to other countries. “How much of this is magic?” I asked. “Almost none,” he explained. “Only the nobility have magic and can use it to its full extent. Farmers and workers don’t have much, but they can use a little to conjure fire, water, wind, or help the

Additionally, if the dungeon was exhausted of resources, they would let it rest for some time and go hunt outside. Another group, composed of the Elder Treant, most of the Scarecrows, and a few Orcs that knew a lot about the swamps became the Gatherer and Farmer Team, as they would concentrate on gathering resources that could be planted and multiplied through farming and magic. Additionally, they were also given the task of finding monsters that could be raised like cattle, out of experimentation. Chaos had requested something that could produce milk similar to a cow because he wanted to see if Yogurt or Cheese could be made.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”

I took a breath. "I've taken on a farm. It's called Morningdew, sits at the foot of the hills south of the city. It's failing. Has been for a while. My mom's giving me three months to turn it around, which is her version of a job interview and a hazing ritual combined. I need to go see it in person first, but..." I turned the shape of it over in my mind, the plans I'd sketched half-asleep at 2 a.m. "I want to bring it back to life." "A farm," Sienna repeated, eyes bright. "Like, pick-your-own strawberries and bottle-feed a lamb kind of farm?"

I had to spend all day reviewing Ice Demon City's development. The gemstones have accumulated to the size of a medium-sized vault, and the poultry farm is thriving thanks to the magical apparatus I set up. There were now over a thousand chirping chicks on the chicken farm. The wheat and rice farms were the only ones that took longer to complete since the irrigation system was more difficult to construct. The irrigation system, however, would cover the entire farm in a few weeks, according to Mason, with whom I had just spoken earlier.

About a half hour drive later we arrive at Fantasy Farms. “There are a lot of people here.” “I own the stables but we rent out open stalls to others for their horses.” It is a big stable with being able to house thirty horses and my family owns fifteen of them. We get out of the car and my horse and a paint named Bonnie are saddled for us. I get out of the car and run to the passenger side to open Davina’s door. “Wow they’re beautiful.” “Davina meet Bonnie. She’s a very gentle mare.” Davina walks over to Bonnie and starts stroking her neck. I walk over to King.

"Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control the minds of men, or summon demons, or turn people into frogs. It weakens the barriers between the real world and the astral so things that happen in the astral affect reality more easily. We need to find out how come you can pull stunts like this now and there's only one person I can think of who can help us. "However, she's gonna have to wait. We have someone to help." "Kelly!" "Yep. When she dreams tonight, old Mickey will be back for more unless you stop him." Michael got up off the bed. "Then I'd better get to it," he said. Kelly was sitting on the bed in the apartment looking very nervous w

Isolated in mind but sorrounded in physical, Emily sat on a log of wood as she observed the crowd of friends who were savouring every moment of fun they were experiencing. It was summer holiday and unfortunately for her she had been trapped in this summer camp deep in the woods with these people, she rubbed her palms bringing a warm feel on it desperately trying to calm her nerves.

Julissa thought for a moment and said, “I want to have a little farm. I’d feed chickens, sheep, and pigs every day. Next to the farm, there’d be a vegetable patch where I could pick whatever I want to eat straight from the ground. And I want a melon field too—so I can eat all the melons I want every summer.” Scott rested his chin lightly on the top of her head. “No wonder my dad likes you. He’s been thinking about starting a farm too, but more for taking in animals abandoned by their kind—a bit of a charity thing.”