Adventure
Wardens of the Wild
There weren't always wyverns in the valley. Wyverns belonged in the peaks of mountains and were supposed to rule the skies. When Abel was young, his elders had told him stories of a world with thousands of these majestic creatures, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. They had existed for eons before humanity discovered magic and emerged from the caves where they once hid.
By Aaron Paulos4 years ago in Fiction
The Brood Mother
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once the young adults of Asidea hunted lion lizards to gain their rank with the elders. Now we hunt dragonlings in this cold with creatures driven mad by the Brood Mother's mists.” Ada rolled her eyes at the melodramatic voice. Slowly, she sucked in a cold breath then glanced up at the thick mist twisting through the gnarled, white branches of a lone standing marrowic tree. It was best not to talk while hunting dragonlings, but they had been walking for hours without a sign of their quarry.
By Zion Petrie4 years ago in Fiction
Dominion Over the Taffrail
La Linterna Del Mar, a century-old galleon captained by Sancho Navarro, following the southernmost coast of the Spanish Indies, and being bound by time, sailed northward into a tempest. Heeling in the wind and rocking violently against the waves, the 161 souls on board held fast for their lives. The ocean and wind conspired for the duration of three days and three nights, claiming thirteen souls to the depths of the sea. The Captain, Sancho Navarro, after witnessing his own nephew be swept over the taffrail and lost to the sea, ordered that the crew withdraw from their posts and pray together below deck while he remained at the helm. In the morning after the tempest had lifted and the sun rose from the east, Sancho and some of the crew fell to their knees thanking God for preserving them, while others cursed God, for now, they were afloat on a windless sea.
By Porter Thorkelson4 years ago in Fiction
Brinwood Star Series Pt.1
Football Commentator: Hello ladies and gentlemen we are live at Brinwood high for the game of the year where things have come down to the wire. With 10 seconds left, Brinwoods’ star player must bring it all the way home with this kick return for the win.
By Jordan Bruton4 years ago in Fiction
Downscaled
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Everyone, especially Bertha "Bertie" Winters, agreed that it was all former Mayor Greene's fault. While Bertie did owe her very nice cottage to the Stone Valley Retirement Community, she laid the blame for having to replace the thatch roof - three times so far - squarely on the Mayor's doorstep. Some argued that the idea of getting a tax break for the struggling town for agreeing to host a "community for those over sixty years old" and not checking the fine print was an understandable mistake, but Bertie wasn't having it. What kind of ninny didn't read the fine print? She had no less than four magnifying glasses herself.
By Melissa Coy4 years ago in Fiction
The Uloralie Plains
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley," Eothyn says gently, closing his eyes in thought. "My father – our father, told me so often and so fondly about his travels along what used to be called the Uloralie Plains." He points out through the trees and brush, giving way to a sheer drop off the mountainside the four friends are perched upon. They overlook onto pale green rolling hills and in the far, misty distance, remains a blackened site of ill repute. A line, in essence, a border, stretching easily from one side of the plains to the other and much further beyond.
By J. Arthur Collins4 years ago in Fiction
Where Is Here?
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Actually, there weren't always dragons on Earth. It's only been a few years since the Incident, that's what the media calls it now, that brought them back into existence. Before the Incident, there had been a minor regen back in 2002. Only in China though. We watched it on the news. It seemed very far away. We saw the Chinese people donning their headlamps and jet pack fire throwers and metal suits and felt badly for them, but never, ever expected to deal with that here, in the good ole USA. It took them two years to get the regens rounded up and extinguished. Years later, Chinese scientists traced the regen point of origin to a cave in Yunnan. Some spelunkers stumbled, literally, over a pit filled with glowing rocks. Or so they thought. A minor earthquake caused an avulsion of the cave wall, uncovering the regen eggs. Now, I don't know about you, but there's no way in hell I would think that pulling rocks, pulsing with amber light, out of an obviously once buried pit, deep in a cave in China was a good idea. Then again, I would never BE in a cave in China just for the thrill of exploration. I wouldn't even be interested in watching that on TV. I'm more of a Ted Lasso, Hallmark Channel, Marvelous Mrs. Maisel kind of gal. Sci-Fi was never my thing. It even took me a while to come around to the Marvel Universe, but my kids finally broke me down by swearing that beyond all the theatrics, was an amazing story. We watched it back in the early days, when everyone was still in hiding. They weren't wrong. I was expecting something akin to an 80s miniseries about a werewolf outbreak, but now I'm hooked. Maybe, in some small way, it's also because the Marvel Universe, doesn't feel so far off from our own now.
By Kerri Austin 4 years ago in Fiction
Lake of Dragons
“There weren't always Dragons in the valley”. Grandad leaned forwards conspiratorially, the hushed circle of little ones automatically followed suit. “Back when I was a lad, this was a bustling fishing village, we alone knew the secrets to pluck the sweet treasures from the depths of our lake”. His eyes clouded with the far off look of reminiscence, that and cataracts. “Back then we had the whole lake we didn’t cower in the shallows, scraping a life off what the dragons left us”.
By Joe Forsyth4 years ago in Fiction
