Fantasy
Mother of the Valley, Child of the Sea
There was a child in the forest. Small, asleep, and dressed all in red, the boy was curled into a mossy nook between the roots of a great redwood. His cheeks were rosy and his face was peaceful. He couldn’t have been more than two years old. Morning sunlight illuminated his soft blond curls into a golden halo, as though he was a small angel who had come down to earth for a nap.
By Millie Florence4 years ago in Fiction
Something to Protect
The child had been crying, stumbling around the forest for hours. It was strange that nothing had yet come to investigate. Twilight had come with a blood-red sky, then gone with a gentle wind that whispered through the pines. Moonlight now lit the woods in quiet, warm silver light that flickered gently through the branches over the tiny human.
By Anna Valero4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons' Daughter
He had come to the forest to visit the Shrine; he hadn't imagined he'd be clearing its rubble. He paused at the edge of the grove and surveyed the damage. Bits of charred wood slumped over the stone foundation, and a lump near the back showed where an altar had been. Most of the surrounding trees were unharmed, though soot hung to the leaves like black veils of mourning.
By Judah LoVato4 years ago in Fiction
Rogue Dragons
A lock is like a person. Some are easy to understand and open but others are tricky and hard to navigate. But Kamari Cain has never found a lock she could not finesse, she never found a door that would not open for her skilled hands. She was known throughout the city for her skill, shopkeepers did not fear what monsters could be lurking in the shadows.
By Cali Danieley4 years ago in Fiction
Lena and the Dragon
There was a small, two-bedroom house built at the edge of a forest of a village called Smew. The house wasn’t much, but it was perfect for the small family of three. A mother, a father, and a young daughter. The mother, Lena Whitlock, loved this house. Mostly, because she could not bear to move away from this forest, but she did not want to think about that now.
By Destiny Vaughan4 years ago in Fiction
The Orphan
“If you haven’t read Rewinder, please do.” “Before we float away… there are a few moments to which we will rewind the circle of life that we have traversed. The sins we repent, the happiness, the sadness… every single bit of what made us what we were shall be re-lived. But don’t be deceived When the crossover happens, the veil unfolds… Language.. skin…eyesight… Knowledge. Everything will be at peace. For everyone equal. Everything equal. The real truth.
By Sooraj Parakkattil4 years ago in Fiction
Tamarri
“The yellow fog burns hot in the back of his throat and sears his eyes shut. His bare hands scramble in the mud beside him, searching frantically for his protective mask. His left hand dips into a pool of liquid, and a chilled sensation creeps through his glove to his skin. It’s a burning chill, as if he spent a night sleeping on the snow-capped peaks of these very mountains, woke up, drew a warm bath, and submerged his body in the scalding water. You know the feeling. Where you can’t tell if the water is hot or cold. It’s a temperate burn. He's lucky he can neither see nor sense the pain, for he’d surely cry out as his hand melts in the molten hot spring in front of him. But most of all, he’s lucky it’s just his hand.
By Patrick Clancy-Geske4 years ago in Fiction
