Fantasy

THE ZIOLA
The steed, a gleaming sapphire with brilliant white wings, dropped out of the low hanging cloud. She opened her wings to their full breadth, balanced in the wind currents, and glided downward, finally alighting into a small, damp meadow.
By mark william smith4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Moon
Bejeng knew how to follow tears like breadcrumbs through the forest; the dragon could smell them miles away from the terrace of the ornate temple that overlooked the misty forest hills. His white and golden scales shimmered as he raised his head, nostrils flaring toward the dense green below, like all the times before. The human sitting next to him continued to doze in the warmth despite the movement as Bejeng rose. Most of the crowd that began to congregate in front of the Gates within the temple had stopped caring when the dragon returned with another townsperson, solemnly accepting the unstoppable tragedy like an unbreakable earthquake that sucks the world around them. They sat on the marble floor, waiting for The Gates to open and mumbling to each other in hushed voices. No laughter resonated through the walls, and no tears were shed either, just a fog of confusion and detachment misting their minds and allowing them to drift off into their heads, impartial to the newcomers.
By Marya Pettingill4 years ago in Fiction
Of One Blood
The warm summer afternoon breeze gently ruffled the flower petals that hung lazily over the edge of the bassinet. The child’s coos carried on the soft gust and up into the air above the treetops. To a simple human, these incoherent babbles wouldn’t be heard for more than a couple yards, and yet, to the more sensitive ears listening high above, these sounds were as distinct as melodic, musical bells.
By Mariah Soltyka4 years ago in Fiction
Elwyn and Eira
Peering into the shadows on either side of the narrow path I was on, I could not see anything in the darkness that was beginning to gather. The cries of several crows echoed against the forest trees. Across the trail ahead, a shadow darted from one side to the other of the forest trees with just a whisper of sound. Fear traveled up my spine as I glanced behind me to see if there was anyone following. Trembling, I felt as if eyes were watching me but could not tell from whence the staring came from.
By Natalie Kniffin4 years ago in Fiction
How do you progress in a world that never changes?
No, you don't. But now and then, I wonder what my life would be like in a different world, where progress hasn't been declared an enemy of the people and hidden away out of sight and — for the most part — out of mind.
By Sami Tech4 years ago in Fiction
Little Blue
she touched my breast with her Rough hands. The same hands I had caught a glimpse of her grip the basketball with. I watched as she plow past the girls on the court. I was nervous about when she asked me on a Date, all those times in the locker room after games did she feel my stares…Tiffaney wrote in her diary eager to fill the pages with juicy details of her first date with a Female… Sam liked Tiffaney before she got exposed as a Lesbian. Now since Tiffany was known for the Rainbow lifestyle Sam was confident enough to ask her out for a date.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 years ago in Fiction
Lengo
LENGO by Gerald Killingworth Lengo swished his way through the early Spring forest. His Winter sleep had been long and pleasantly dreamy, but now he was hungry, ravenously hungry. Life was coming back to the forest in burrows, in streams and in newly-made nests. Lengo didn’t expect to wait long before something crunchy made the mistake of catching his eye. He rather fancied a racoon or a couple of plump birds on a branch.
By Gerald Killingworth4 years ago in Fiction
What Lurks in the Forest
Many years ago, mother used to warn us of the dangers in the forest and beyond the trees. What horrid things lurk in the shadows? We’ve all heard the stories of those who were never seen again once they ventured into the woods. What they don’t tell you is what happens to those that vanish without a trace. I’m here to tell you that story.
By Sammantha4 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of a Dragon
Every creature in the Ridgeback Mountains feared Khina, so why didn’t this toddler? Growling, Khina lowered her massive, scaly head to look him in the eye. The breath from her draconic nostrils stirred the child’s thick, black hair, which shone almost blue in the pale moonlight. His bright amber eyes stared back into her dragonfire green ones, defiant. It was a unique response to meeting an enormous true dragon.
By Blake & Raven Penn4 years ago in Fiction
The Serpent Sign
Long past the Age of Dragons, well into the Era of Man, two souls were born into a royal family on a moonless night. In the nation they were born, the coastal state of Aqentis, there was a superstition regarding twin births; a superstition hailing back to the nation’s genesis and its twin dragon rulers. It was said that the birth of twins was called the Serpent Sign. Once thought to be an augur of good fortune, it is now considered an ill omen, heralding a disaster to that bloodline. On that moonless night, the princess of Aqentis, Niolandi, gave birth to twins: a girl and a boy.
By Chris Heller4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Cradle
Something was not right with her forest. A sound-loud, incessant-danced between tree branches, caught by the air to lazily drop into the concave ear of the last forest serpent.
By Nailah4 years ago in Fiction
The Broken Nest
The shattered eggshells stood out from the smoking nest like shards of broken teeth. Iskra let out another growling moan and nosed through the remains yet again. The nest was no more than a mulch of earth and gore and sharp edges.
By Celsie Abelt4 years ago in Fiction