Fantasy
The Eyes of Mount Agni and the Fire Sea
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They fled here at least 100 years ago, after the destruction of their natural home, Mount Agni near the Fire Sea in the far-east corner of Treul.
Valley Security
There weren't always dragons in the valley. But those of us in charge of valley security at the CSS knew the exact date the first dragon report came in. Before that date, the political landscape of the Cauzmic Kingdoms was a disaster. Each village was at war with all the villages near it and each kingdom had enemies everywhere.
Elijah DavisPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionThe Reaper Chronicles
0. There weren't always dragons in the Valley. A concept Sheila could never grasp. First, it was in the distance, like an old friend’s whisper.
Emm MargaretPublished about 11 hours ago in Fiction
Dragons of the Nesting Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Heck, there should have never existed since they’re supposed to be fictional creatures – but...
Irina Ștefania RPublished about 12 hours ago in Fiction
Dreamtime Adventures
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley,” I say to my daughter as the beginning of tonight’s bedtime story, plucked from the very depth of my imagination.
Colleen MillsteedPublished about 12 hours ago in Fiction
Duskwood: My AI Pt 1
Hello friends! This is the first time I’ll be writing a full-length story instead of a smaller research piece! If you haven’t heard of me, my name is Jess, and I go by AGoreJessStone online. I’ve been a research journalist for the past five years, with a focus on games and entertainment. Now, if you haven’t read anything I’ve published before, don’t worry! You don’t need any of that to partake in the adventure I am taking you on this time!
Gorejess StonePublished about 12 hours ago in Fiction
The Egg Thief
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” she tells me with something forlorn in her eyes as we huddle behind a boulder. Sweat sits uncomfortably on the back of my neck, and I’d like to say it was just the intense heat. The wind carries the scent of ash, bringing with it memories I’d rather forget. I also can’t blame that for my quickly drying throat, as much as I’d like to.
Ellie LiebermanPublished about 13 hours ago in Fiction
Jacob - The Dragon-boy
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But sometimes the reality turns out to be stranger than fiction, something incredibly dramatic was about to happen very soon, something which may sound to be fictional or mythological...
S Rajesh KumarPublished about 14 hours ago in Fiction
The Dragon Thief
There weren't always dragons in the valley. At least, that was the rumour. Old yarns spun by the eldest in the village as they sucked on their pipes. Some called them lucky. But more still were bitter. Complaining, as folk of their vintage were wont to do.
Casey J KeoghPublished about 14 hours ago in Fiction
Dragon Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But there was always dragon eggs. Sometimes a human could stumble across an egg, so big and bright, heat radiating off its surface. Sometimes, the egg would be cold to the touch, meaing that the egg lost its heat and there as no helping the baby inside.
Alexandra MaldonadoPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction
Firefly
I sigh heavily and make high-pitched weird sounds to blow off the boredom. There was nothing wrong with my life, yet. Amid calmness, the truth was that I yearned for a storm. I closed my laptop and headed out to the balcony. It was 12, time for romance.
PALAK KANWARPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction
WAR OF THE SEVEN HILLS
The Gathering There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Yet something afoul and sinister is moving beyond the jungle brush. They are being followed. Whatever it may be, remains hidden in the darkness, yet there is an odor in the air, unlike any he has ever sensed before, drifting faintly past his nose. With a torch in hand, he strays away from his party to further investigate. Staring into the darkness, he was sensing a presence, but nothing more can he detect. Two of his companions walk up behind him, standing with their spears at the ready. After a few moments, he slowly turns and rejoins the group of warriors on their somber journey to the meeting place. As the men moved further down the trail, a pair of glowing red eyes appear in the area that the young warrior was staring at with such intensity.
Richard Hal DavisPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction
