Fantasy
A Dragon Soul
The child had just woken from their slumber. Their eyes darted across the room. Noises coming from all around. Not the peaceful noises one hears when they go to sleep. She was in a beautiful dream. She was running through the meadow. Lost and not entirely alone. She should have been scared but wasn't. The sun was just sitting. This sky was a crisp gold with streaks of red and pink. The wind was blowing through her hair. Her spirit felt free. Joy was on her face and in her heart. She looks up and sees a magical beast... And that's when she woke up.
By Samantha Dulak4 years ago in Fiction
Legend of the Girl and the Dragon
The child wandered alone through the woods, fueled by its sense of curiosity. It had no idea – naturally, it was too young to realise – that it was abandoned by its parents. Poverty (though the child knew nothing of poverty due to aforementioned reasons) struck even the most determined workers, and the parents thought it more merciful to leave the child in the wilderness to face its fate. Such was the love and sacrifice of the mother and father, such was their despair and selfishness.
By Danny Kamijou4 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Pine
The wind swirled in an array of delightful patterns that danced through the spotless sky. She gazed lazily at the wind’s fun, a small purr of contentment tickling up her throat. The laughing breeze sidled over to her, ruffling the dense mane of hair along her back before skittering away. She shook her head in amusement. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back to enjoy the rare warmth from the autumn sun. It was enough.
By Rachel Furniss4 years ago in Fiction
Of Blood
The child offered for sacrifice had arrived promptly in the forest clearing and faced the dragon who had come to retrieve him with glazed eyes that betrayed no emotion. The dragon itself looked at the child, who could have been no more than 7 years old, and smiled warmly. He bowed his head, eyes closed and spoke in a voice that shook the ground between the two.
By Lawrence Gibbs4 years ago in Fiction
Take to the Heir
Syridax was badly wounded. Her wing membranes were torn on both sides, with gaping holes dotted between the metacarpals. Heat had blackened most of her emerald scales, with many more scraped away during a bad fall. Three long claw marks, still oozing blood, wove up the right side of her ribcage. Her pelvis was fractured, and she walked with a heavy limp, carrying as much weight on her front legs as she could.
By Brendan Parker4 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Pine
The wind swirled in an array of delightful patterns that danced through the spotless sky. She gazed lazily at the wind’s fun, a small purr of contentment tickling up her throat. The laughing breeze sidled over to her, ruffling the dense mane of hair along her back before skittering away. She shook her head in amusement. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back to enjoy the rare warmth from the autumn sun. It was enough.
By Rachel Furniss4 years ago in Fiction
The field of offerings
Chapter 1 The toddler cried in terror as he was being carried over the river. The sorceress was humming spells that only practitioners of the magic wonder would understand. The water was swirling around them as they crossed and she held a firm grip around the boy. The wind picked up. A small tornado formed around the two. She kept moving. The servants behind them were used to seeing magic, but never like this before. Nature was alive. The elements were dancing. Singing. Spellbound from what they saw, they missed that something big was approaching from the distance.
By Christian Johansson4 years ago in Fiction
The Boy and the Beast
Arrows sticking out of its scaley hide, dark green blood trickling out from each pin prick, the young drake soared through the sky. The large creature heaved up and down in an even more exaggerated fashion than normal. This was partially due to the wounds it received in the last night’s battle, but mostly due to the heavy wagon securely grasped by its large talon-like claws underneath its enormous, yet graceful frame. Approaching the rocky mountain range it called home, the golden light of the morning sun shown in its face and beat him to the cave entrance of his stony refuge.
By Joshua Adams4 years ago in Fiction
EMPTYLAND
ONE The young boy lands on the Emperor’s garden. His landing creates a crater five miles in diameter, pressing the entire Emperor’s garden and half the royal forest deep underground. The lovely orange and yellow Nasturtiums Penelpoe enjoys spending lazy afternoons sitting by next to the pond and white gazebo, gone. Along with the pretty little Daisies, Johny Jump Ups and the warm scented lavender Alliums and white Buttonbushes where the Lady Bugs, Butterflies and Bees congregate in the hot summer afternoons. Penelope’s heart aches as she looks out the widow over the grounds mostly hidden by a dark cloud of dust.
By Saffron Sage4 years ago in Fiction
