Fable
Part Two: The Adult Learns a New Game of Snakes and Ladders
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” When Yaya uttered this sentence four-year old Oliver knew it was time to put away his waffle block constructions of a stone crusher, excavator and crane. He was soon ready for bed. After two stories he was ready to close his eyes and let his mind's eye imagine as his Yaya began another Golinda and Gallopatrot adventure.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Ch.1 Maige Beatha
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Towers now climb from once fertile soil, and scorched earth has become of the people’s arable lands. Great men with scales for skin and stones for hearts accrue their wealth through the sale and labour of their countrymen.
By James Durl2 years ago in Fiction
Journey Of The Mind
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The fact that I could now see them told me the boom shrooms in this region were getting stronger. Boom shrooms were the hallucinogenic mushrooms that grew naturally in the valley. They were also my people's drug of choice. One of my favorite past times was taking an eighth of boom shrooms, walking up the north mountain and seeing what new things my mind would create as I overlooked the beautiful valley. I had seen some pretty outlandish things, but never dragons until that day. I sat on the mountaintop and watched them for hours as they twirled and flipped about in the bright afternoon sky. They came in all colors and sizes, temperaments and designs. I knew they only existed in my head, so I applauded my own imagination for creating them. After a couple hours, I decided to head back down the slope and engage the magnificent creatures. I was curious to see what else my mind had in store for me. Many flew above but seemed not to notice me. The first one that I encountered on the ground was enormous. It was neon orange, nearly 5o feet tall on all fours, with it's spine being lined with bony spikes 5 feet tall. I stood and stared in awe as it cleaned it's scales with a rough looking tongue that was double my size. After a few moments, the neon beast turned around a it's deep, ocean blue eyes met mine. It waited for me to speak, but I had no words. So it filled the silence with a booming voice,
By Luke Woodruff2 years ago in Fiction
The Chalciren
Make sure to check out the narration video! Without further ado: There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Long ago, a people fought valiantly to drive them from the land. They called themselves the forerunners, and they would not give up what little peace they found. Swords gripped firm and shields held high, they fought doggedly to whatever ends, and from the ashes of dragon fire, they stood victorious. The defeated dragons admired the forerunners bravery despite their dispute. This was not the first of the forerunner's hardships.
By Ryan Benjamin Coakley2 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Over Oklahoma
There weren't always dragons in the valley. My Grandfather taught me about such things at a young age. My father, lost in the great war, never believed him. I however, was a wide eyed boy. Looking to take in the world with all it had to offer. A happy child with a full imagination.
By J.D. Brooks2 years ago in Fiction
Jakuchō and the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Actually there had been dragons in the valley for generations (and indeed throughout the country) but only as engravings on the temple and shrine walls, as guardians at the wells where pilgrims cleansed their hands and mouths before prayers.
By Geraldine Maclurcan2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Business
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once upon a time and not so long ago, Tranquil Valley was filled with lush trailing vines, laden with delicately scented blooms. Graceful towering trees gave shade to the tiny, brightly plumed songbirds. Iridescent butterflies shimmered in the air, and when the twin suns rose over the mountains, the sparkling waterfalls were nothing short of breathtaking. Travelers came from all corners of the Three Kingdoms to behold the beauty of Tranquil Valley, and the money they spent on food and ale, lodging and cunningly carved souvenirs kept all nine picturesque Villages of the Valley prosperous and content. Then one day Lars the Mariner came riding home over the pass, with a gift for his five year old daughter.
By Suzanne Cowhard2 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 Collins2 years ago in Fiction