Adventure
Those Who Discard Dragons
Tears well up in her eyes as her skin chills, the wide woods closing in. She had thought she was playing hide and seek with Mommy, just in a new place. But Mommy was never this hard to find. Signaling her defeat and calling for Mommy didn't work. She was tired, her feet were stinging, and she thought she might just die. There was nothing scarier than a world without Mommy. And she didn't even know, yet, that Mommy had left her there on purpose.
By Elisabeth Balmon4 years ago in Fiction
Season of Flame
The fall returned swiftly, its great change sweeping over the land like a spreading fire. With its coming came the shortening of days and the darkening of nights. A coldness swept through the air and grey, unsettled clouds filled the sky. The vibrant, life assuring greenery of the summer, slowly began melting away into equally rich hues of burnt orange, red and yellow. The aptly named Season of Flame was here again.
By Amy Lindop4 years ago in Fiction
The Death Assignment
Unbroken thunder rolled in the distance as heavy artillery continued to hammer defensive positions across the river in the eastern suburbs. Bethany watched the destruction from her family's fourth floor apartment, flinching with each major concussion. The adolescent brunette caught her dim, moist-eyed reflection gazing back at her as though from the blazing orange sky beyond the window. All of her most-loved places were being destroyed: her school, her favorite park, and the neighborhood just behind it, where her best friend lived. Used to live. Bethany couldn't bring herself to look toward that particular plume, the one that billowed upward from Eastwood Estates.
By Ben Waggoner4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 21
It's too early to say." "What do you make of the florist's story? I am viewing it right now." "It doesn't make sense, does it?" Sgt. Booker explained. "A woman comes in with a Diamond to identify a flower. She hands it to Juan, and he goes up in spontaneous combustion! Sounds like science fiction to me. Diamonds will send you to the poor house, buying them, I mean, but they sure don't start fires or kill people."
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Bonded
A brutal scene with a glimpse of innocence attracts the flying beast from overhead. Blood, limbs, and carnage are everywhere painting the forests red instead of green. Precise vision from the winged creature tracks movement of a small human figure. The youth cries and wails as if in pain but no injury seems apparent. The dragon, beautiful and strong, continues to survey the scene. What happened here? It looks like a battle ground but yet everyone is dead and only a mere child remains. The body count is high and two humans lay at the feet of the small toddler as it continues to scream and cry as if injured. The dragon sits and observes using its cloaking abilities to stay out of sight. Human eyes can not see the trick of light that dragons have used for ions to stay hidden from this world. They do in fact still exist but few are aware. We stay hidden and to the few places on Earth that still remain light in human populations. We rarely trust those human creatures, they have betrayed us too many times and lessened our numbers to mere handfuls spread throughout the world.
By Maria Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
Second Chance
It was a rainy, late October night. The complete dead of night. About 3 am. I was worlds away from home. Not only in imagination, but quite literally, I was no longer living on earth. Or in earth. I am not sure how to think of it other than I am in another dimension. This world is a world of possibilities, with creatures, humans only imagine. It has Dragons and faeries, with warlocks, and witches. Pretty much any creature we have thought of in our imaginations on earth exist here, and then some.
By Jessica Burby4 years ago in Fiction
Shard Bound
The last embers of a lonely fire flickered in the morning breeze. Sol was still low in the sky, just barely peeking above the horizon. Even so the solar sphere illuminated the grasslands. In the morning light the owner of the campfire saw his destination far in the distance; Lucent Caverns. Legends stemming from the local villages told of a dragon and its foul minions who lived deep within the cave structure. There may have been some truth to those rumors, but Orion was headed there for a more urgent affair. Even at this range he felt the malevolence emanating from that direction; the slow pulse of something aberrant seeping its way into the world, and perverting the natural state. It was his duty as Magi to correct this imbalance.
By Vagabond Writes4 years ago in Fiction
Ouroboros. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
1. The last thing Leander could have possibly anticipated was the burden of a human — and a human child, no less. When he left the Old Gates in search of the priestess in the valley, he only meant to bring her magic back into the Otherworld, not find a child at his feet. The deities were becoming restless and hungry, and if magic wasn’t readily available the only option would be to harvest souls. For centuries, Leander was successful in maintaining peace at the Old Gates, and he had no interest in a child imprinting on him. Especially during such a turbulent time.
By Kaitlin Oster4 years ago in Fiction
The Sigil of the Dragon. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
The mist clung to the ground, set to disappear as soon as the sun warmed the world again. In these early hours, only the slightest stains of pink and blue streaked across the sky, though the legendary canopy of the Hornhook Forest blotted this out. These twisted branches reached for the heavens, longing to get out, but none ever did. Navigating these lands was enough to drive one mad.
By Zack Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
