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The Grand Thread and the Gray Magi
Archibald Scrimshaw sat down upon a craggy gray boulder along the dirt road to Trent. He tossed his school satchel to one side and hugged his knees, waiting. Slowly the sun rose until the cool morning air burnt off, and feeling warm he removed his blazer. With his patience thinning, he let his fingers dig into the rock's crevices and chip away pebbles which he tossed lazily into the road.
Alex HanevichPublished 36 minutes ago in Fiction
The First Dragons of Kawn
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Until the rains came. Crimson and thick as pig’s blood. The red deluge clung to the windows and made the tin roof roar. Frightened, Betsy and Billy snuggled into my lap while I tried to distract them with a made up fairy tale. Mother paced the short length of our old wooden cabin with her arms folded tightly across her chest. The old flooring protested every step with ominous creaks and groans. A sense of foreboding heightened the pitch of my voice, and I felt sure mother would fall through the wood boards any second. Never to be seen again. My six-year-old siblings whimpered, so I cleared my throat and I raised my voice, ‘… and so, the kind fairy made it so the red rain would come each full moon day and awaken the sleeping princess …’
Harmony KentPublished 41 minutes ago in Fiction
"The fiends of denisova"
“The fiends of denisova” Chapter 1: Krask “His legend is a fable nothing more, like those fiends that he speaks of for those wolves of the Siberian wilderness would’ve trifled those beasts to submission or docility for even creatures from the underworld could not bear the burden of being glared by the eyes of those wolves. You see as legendary as Mr Kostoevsky status is for telling children the horrors and madness of the imagination, true horror comes from beast and even more so from the greatest beast of them all..... man. I will come but I do not expect neither do I solicit belief in any kind of fiend, the caves of Denisova are vacant of anything that bares resemblance to phantom or foul creature whether it be of mechanism of controlling the populace with superstition or by frightening children from the many crevices of dark places.
Nicholas PowterPublished about an hour ago in Fiction
The Dragon and the Window
The Dragon and the Window Father - “And you wouldn’t know it Jonathan, but there was a little orange and yellow and red dragon sleeping next to her on the pillow “
Tom KissackPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction
Front Lines
A lonely vine of ivy had survived through the night of barraging fire and limply stood as the orange orb of sunlight lifted itself from between two rises. The ivy was twisted around the cobbled wall, bending and weaving through the now felled gateway, springing up through the stones.
Rohana BrinkmannPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionMoonchild
A time long ago when time was new, when the sun’s first children still flourished unbroken, the night took a lover and the moon bore a child.
Lucia LinnPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Soul of a Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Our small little village, perfectly secluded in what we always called "Deep Home", was too small and insignificant to attract the attention of anyone important or anything big enough to be a threat, including. Our village was just far enough away from everything. That meant we didn't have to worry about the strict policies of kings, or submit to the will of villainous lords, or even have to concern ourselves with defending from roaming raiding parties from long lost armies who's leaders had perished.
Grant BardayPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction
Creatures
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. We weren't always terrified to simply live but, one frozen winter night amid the blizzards the tribes elders saw a light. A distant beam that pierced the night sky like the great sun after a long night of celebration, The village elders called out to us from the edge of the village beckoning us to join in watching of this so proclaimed miracle. But a miracle it was not it really was more of a calamity. Soon after the elders had stopped screaming the entire village had gathered at the towns edge shocked in awe, simply mesmerized by the beams glory.
johannes eberlPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionThe Great Ifat
The great Ifat considered his dwelling and deemed it boring. Ifat scraped the mud from his shoes and thus made land. The great Ifat spat and thus made the seas.
Lucia LinnPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionThe Anti- VCAC Movement
There weren't always dragons in the valley. That was the most disturbing part about the valley. How could a creature as dangerous and pronounced as a Dragon just randomly appear? I mean did a random mixing of breeds occur and then out came these wild mutated... dragons. Seems unlikely!
Elijah DavisPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionResurrection
She didn’t see him at first. Even if her mind had been clear she might have missed him. And when her eyes fell on the body, she didn’t recognize the man chosen by the gods. She thought maybe it was a corpse, a warning to those treading on ground not meant for mortals.
Lucia LinnPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionCurse of the Dragons
Curse of the Dragons Fiona Howell Chapter One There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley used to be a quiet and peaceful place, a place that was perfectly safe. A place where anyone would want to raise their children. The dragons came when the witch died.
Fiona HowellPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction
