Fantasy
The Name of the Dragon
The sun was beginning to set. She knew she had to hurry if she was going to make it back to her hut before nightfall. But her dinner was putting up a fight. She had to use all her strength to wrestle its horns to the ground. She pressed her knee against its side to keep its body from writhing. Finally, it stopped moving. Its big eyes just looked at her. She knew that look. She could tell it knew its fight was over. It knew it was going to die even before she slid the blade across its throat.
By THE SPEAR SISTERS4 years ago in Fiction
The Ancients of Sigaleath
Sounds filtered through the darkness, borne on waves of energy that struck Ayebis as oddly familiar, yet impossible to identify. He tensed, choking back his astonishment at being disturbed in this way, at this hour. Or at all, after so many years of quiet.
By Rhonda Kay4 years ago in Fiction
Two Universes
This story begins on two planets in two dimensions. Aerth was ruled by two twin brothers, Regash and Bagash, they were good and loved their planet and their people. Both brothers were about 6’3”, with bald heads and black eyes. The only difference they had was Bagash had a scar on the right side of his head where he fell off a tree when he was a kid and lastly, they can both do magic. Others on Aerth could do magic as well, but Regash and Bagash’s bloodline was the strongest of them all, which is why they rule. Both had sons Redash’s was named Covot he’s 12 and Badash’s Tilbar who is 14 and loving wives Tepa and Ranet.
By Robert Kegel4 years ago in Fiction
The Child
Earlu froze, talons gripped around a deer, still as a stone as the tiny human wandered into sight between the great oaks. As their eyes locked on his, they flinched slightly at the mountain of animal in front of them. Mere seconds went by during that look, and Earlu watched as their fear of the forest (and whatever had driven them in here) was replaced by fear of him and then switched back again. Maybe it was his size that encouraged the child to run over and grasp his front leg, thinking that this beast would be able to handle anything the forest threw at them. Earlu breathed in and gazed down at the child, discreetly moving the deer away from the child's eye lines. Gazing down, the child was barely tall enough to reach over his talons, it's tears streamed down its face as it clung desperately to his ankle. Then the smell of acrid smoke started to reach his nose, looking up at the sky behind him was the thick plume signaling that the small collection of huts near the edge of the forest was vanishing in flames.
By Diana Trezona4 years ago in Fiction
Snow in the Woods
Ice crunched under the tiny feet of a child almost as pale as the frost. The forest loomed over the child and her companion, trees shaking shaggy heads in dismay. The man led the child by the hand. He had a sharp boulder of a face, and barely a glint of humanity in his little pebble eyes. The girl was cold. She wore only her nightgown, made of the finest white linen and embroidered with gold thread. The royal crest graced her collar, but she was yet too young to know what that meant. The man yanked on her, pulling her farther into the shadowed woods.
By Emily Finhill4 years ago in Fiction
The Olive Branch
Chapter One **Reader’s POV** Laughter coming from outside as Fern enters her home with two pails of water. She puts the pails in the kitchen and sits on one of the stools. She brushes her wavy brunette hair out of her sunburnt face and wipes the sweat off of her brow. She watches her young teenager daughter, Olive, play outside and shakes her head.
By Ambyr Bean4 years ago in Fiction
Misha and Birdie
PART ONE When Misha was three years old, they would cut her hair short and dress her in blue. They told her she asked too many questions, she sang too sweetly, and she cried too much. Misha was crying when we first met. When I heard that desperate, grating sound, it saved my life.
By Michael O'Konis4 years ago in Fiction
