Fantasy
The Last of the Dragons by E. Nesbit
Retold for a third grade audience by Barbara Hartley Seltzer (1950–2012) Once upon a time dragons were as common as cars are now. Every prince was expected to kill a dragon and rescue a princess. Soon there were fewer and fewer dragons left. In fact, it became harder and harder for a princess to find a dragon to be rescued from. Finally, there was one real-live dragon left in the world. He lived in a big cave. He was said to be very fierce. The dragon was 70 feet long. He had a terrible spike at the ed of his tail. And he had iron scales all over his body that rattled when he walked. He even breathed fire and smoke. Everyone was very frightened of him.
By Richard Seltzer4 years ago in Fiction
The End of Emblar. Top Story - December 2022.
Wrothgar threw down his weapons and shouted, “Do not harm them! Storn should have the final say on what happens to the ones we left alive!” Rikka, still holding a sword to her prisoner’s throat, said, “he would not suggest we ransom them! These Shifters are dangerous, far too dangerous for that kind of mercy.” The sky grew darker and things were changing all around them. “You’re right,” said Wrothgar, “but we’ve yet to hear from Jorn or Storn since they left to have talks with the Waning King. Their tongues are sharper than our swords you know.” Rikka nodded at her brother and then slit the throat of her captive. The other Shifters, who were in the service of Elonwye, looked on at them as savages but never showed a glimpse of fear. This world was living its final day and the sun was just near its resting place on the horizon. Blood ran across every inch of ground on Emblar. The other 8 worlds had already met their fate while Emblar itself still gasped for air. “I heard from the others that the ships were almost ready. Elloga crafted these to ride the rifts of Outer Darkness, hopefully somewhere far away from this place,” Wrothgar said hoping to reassure his sister. She was lost for a moment, gazing at a field of stone graves on the other side of the battlefield. She said to herself in a quiet voice, “Look after the place while we’re gone, father.” Wrothgar pulled Rikka by her hand and they ran toward the shipyard to meet with the others.
By Braison Cyrus4 years ago in Fiction
Escape from the Mansion
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had always been curious about what lay beyond the walls of the mansion, but her father had always kept her locked away, safe from the dangers he said lurked outside.
By Emmanuel Kimutai Motelin4 years ago in Fiction
The Savior
The end of her story began in the god-forsaken village of Sunfall. The isolated land was centered with a cobblestone road and lined with small, run-down houses. Each one was characterized by missing roof shingles; tattered curtains; cracked porch steps; broken fence posts; and garbage lining the outside of the fences. Behind the houses was a dense wood littered with dark, tall, menacing trees. That night, though, the village was especially dark. The full clouds that encompassed the sky would soon give way to rain. Wind swept hastily in between rugged fence posts, howling as it threw garbage onto the road.
By Lee Divine4 years ago in Fiction
My Creator's window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. This window to my creator's world beyond our world, beyond the sky, beyond stars, planets and time itself, can offer a bright and wonderous view or a distorted dystopian and awful promise.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Desperate survivors make final plea for entry into sealed city through last window to the outside world
Desperate survivors make final plea for entry into sealed city through last window to the outside world" The last window to the outside world was a small, grimy window high up on the wall of the city's central control room."
By Paul Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Ark
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Marcus was one of the few people she knew who had the luxury of a window in his living space. Then, again, Marcus's family were filthy rich. Everybody else aboard the Cassiopeia lived in squalor and darkness, in the lower decks with the rest of the rats. "It was only temporary," they'd said. "As soon as we reach the colony, everyone will be treated as equals. Things will be better."
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
