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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
It All Spirals to Broken
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. If you trace the records back far enough, it was once a human settlement. But that was a long time ago, before the great split and our worlds fractured. Now the Valley belongs to the dragons, and humans can only be found in the remaining architecture. - Prof. Eathe, Historian
Dude, Is That a Dragon or am I Just High?
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." “Dude, stay off the acid! That’s a lizard.” "No, Josh. It’s got wings. It was flying!”
Cathy holmesPublished 3 days ago in FictionWhere Love Begins
I've known Matt for over ten years. We met at freshman orientation in college and became fast friends. After graduation, we were lucky enough to land jobs at the same company, and our friendship only deepened.
Quest of Hope
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the barren stretch of miserable wasteland known simply as the Valley had never hosted any form of life save for the occasional serpent or falcon that dared scout the rocky expanse of canyon and field for prey. What little plantlife that managed to grow amongst the sheets of stone was often scorched by the heat of the sun, and water was just as scarce. One would think that dragons, being firebreathers, would thrive under the merciless rays, but even we have to take shelter for the greater extent of the day, lest we shrivel like the weeds. Caves, some of which were natural, some of which we dug ourselves, served as our dens. Over the years we created tunnels connecting these tight, dark domains. Dragons are social creatures, you see; we live in families that we call clans, which can range anywhere from a dozen to over a hundred dragons.
The Vow
Until today, I had never been to a marriage ceremony. Those were private affairs only the couple, their parents, and the priestesses attended.
Marie SinadjanPublished 9 days ago in FictionMissing Endings
It was just another ordinary day. Just another ordinary day until... it wasn't. The raindrops raced each other down the foggy window, like tears caressing the glass. Theo watched them hypnotically, letting all other thoughts empty from his head, quietening as they did so.
Karissa E.L. CuffPublished 9 days ago in FictionHow Shopping At Target Ruined My Self-Esteem And Crushed My Soul
We have three Target locations in our area. One close to where we live, one about 15 miles away, and one in the elite, McMansion area near Eagle, Idaho. I found myself over that way one afternoon and decided to give it a try.
Jason ProvencioPublished about a month ago in FictionFleeing from France
"The reality was that an iceberg was not the true culprit of Juliette’s heartbreak." Her senses were overwhelmed, her eyes trying to cut through the darkness. Her ears pierced by the sound of panic and destruction, her nose filled with the smell of smoke, the taste of salt water lingered on her tongue. Her hands cold and wet, Juliette clung to her two small daughters, shielding them from the ice cold wind and waves, in a lifeboat that didn’t seem sturdy enough to make the voyage, to land, wherever land was. Her tears froze at the peaks of her cheeks, not only traumatized by the unforeseen crash, but the mere fact that she was now alone. Two children under the age of 4 years old and one fighting to thrive in her womb and her husband lost among the wreckage.
R.A. MoseleyPublished about a month ago in Fiction
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Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Camp
Ania knew she needed to escape, at least for a while. And she knew the perfect place: a lonely alpine spot, hidden from the world, that she’d discovered once by accident. Camping was the obvious choice. She had the equipment, the knowledge, and plenty of experience. For Ania, there was a thrill in taking an inhospitable place and turning it into somewhere she could live using only what was in her pack. Out there, Ania felt in control.
James IvanPublished about an hour ago in FictionThe Otherworld
It wasn't necessarily a big garden, but it was an expression of himself. The garden was a single oak tree, standing tall, surrounded by a few wildflowers. It was a reminder of how long he'd been here, alone with his thoughts, and his myriad of hobbies. His computers calendar was more accurate, perhaps, but they were just numbers, and never really held much weight.
Johan HarmsePublished about an hour ago in FictionDragons in the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That was something relatively known by everyone. Few today know the specifics of what happened three centuries ago. According to my grandfather, everything happened on a day called the rupture; a day when the earth rumbled and the Valley became an unclaimable territory—a place where none dared to venture. Dragons weren’t the only thing that emerged that day.
Dangerous Venture
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Not until fifty thousand years ago when seven great families of Alpha dragons came seeking a new home. They settled in the Valley, a cluster of planets in the outskirts of the Lorean galaxy. My ancestor Tiamat was their leader. She built her family’s seat of power on the largest and most lucrative planet, Xertha. The six smaller planets were split amongst the remaining families and named accordingly; Gurat, Vantas, Archilego, Benphamin, Malor, and Hosthmat.
Nora CowherdPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionThe Lantern Keeper
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I behold them from my cave near the peak of Mount Alexia. There are two of them. One is an earthbound serpent. It is very long. I cannot see all the parts of its trunk as it winds between the steep hills below. Iridescent scales reflect the sunlight and render the serpent’s undulating body into a roiling rainbow. Its giant head rises, maw gaping, bearing two sharp fangs that drip acidic ichor. I can see the tendrils of smoke as the venom hits the ground and sizzles into the earth.
C. Rommial ButlerPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionDragon Study
“Dragons can be anywhere.” The professor stated so matter of factly that a few of the students began to look around, searching. “They could be watching you right now.”
Dennis Fletcher a.k.a. Dragon SpeakPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionThe Dragon Child
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. However, there weren’t always dragons either. Like all great fantasy sagas, this one starts at the beginning.
Fiona Teddy-JimohPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionEvaros
I found her standing in the fields of sunflowers and tall grass near her house once more, her hair a pale gold that seemed to glow under the evening's sun. She turned towards me, a smile on her face. If only things didn't have to change.
Ethan RogersPublished about 7 hours ago in Fiction
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