Luke Thomas Atkinson
28 year old amateur writer. Any feedback is greatly appreciated, whether it’s something critical or just a compliment.
When the ocean finally spoke, it said "I love you".
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Just as there weren't always humans on the plains. Funny to watch how things change though, as they never used to fight either. In the simple beginnings it was only natural for them give way to each other. Each species recognizing the clear dangers of the other. With the same respect a sailor shows the ocean, humans would carefully forecast dragon patterns before stepping foot in the valley. While dragons, as to match the heedful eye any human would keep for a deadly insect, gave wide berth to humans and their cities. It was inevitable though what happened next, when the growth of human countries collided with the expansion of dragon territory. Despite the best interests of the two species, the once stable relationship, would gracelessly, implode. Today humans adorn trophies of dragon tooth and bone, while dragons build hoards of human coin and crown. A simple push for land rapidly evolved into what we have today. A viscous symbiotic relationship which endlessly feeds each other’s pride.
The Forests Paramour
“You told me…” …It was impossible… But there she stood. Road had been taken by the mother of the forest months ago. She was dead and everyone knew it. Her body among with the the others had been dropped on the banks of the river outside of the city.