Fable
Part One of Two: The Child learns to Yodel.
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley. That was what most people in the new settlement of Fonix thought." Oliver was curled up beside his Yaya, getting ready for a nap. After reading a story she told him to close his eyes and imagine what she was describing.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Leaving The Kingdom Of Dolion
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley!” The old scribe muttered to himself as he paced back and forth across the rushes on the floors of the high tower. “There weren’t always dragons in the valley! We were the Kingdom of Thee!” He yelled out into the darkness.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon War
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was before the war. A war waged by the giant king Gymir. Who sought to invade the dragon's homeland. His army numbered in the hundreds of thousands. His entire army stood at the dragon's borders, all of them as tall as mountains.
By Damien Bussing2 years ago in Fiction
MILY THE MILLENNIAL - Chapter 4
MILY THE MILLENNIAL | IV. First Outside. Copyright 2021 by Kailey Ann. All rights reserved. This is the fourth chapter of a #metafiction novel by Kailey Ann, read aloud by the author. Discover more about this story at HEDERAREADS.COM.
By Kailey Ann2 years ago in Fiction
MILY THE MILLENNIAL - Chapter 1
MILY THE MILLENNIAL | I. Roots and Factors. Copyright 2021 by Kailey Ann. All rights reserved. This is the first chapter of a #metafiction novel by Kailey Ann, read aloud by the author. Discover more about this story at HEDERAREADS.COM.
By Kailey Ann2 years ago in Fiction
Kalderbloom
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Once upon a time, dragons were a rare sight in the small kingdom of Kalderbloom. They usually stayed nestled in their secluded caves atop the cliffsides of the towering mountains, mesas, and plateaus surrounding the locale. They only came maybe two, three times a year to scavenge for livestock or take a dip or drink in the rivers and lakes of the closed-off vale. It was a quieter, more peaceful time.
By Logan Totherow2 years ago in Fiction
Clarion
She smelled like Christmas. Piercing the late July city stench of sweat and tar, Keith noticed notes of peppermint, cinnamon and clove emanating from the woman pressed at his side as they waited to cross the intersection. As the little white man appeared in his electronic box and the cuckoo that signaled a north to south crossing began to whistle, she pressed something into his hand and whispered in his ear with a faint Germanic accent:
By Penny Fuller2 years ago in Fiction