Fantasy
The Silver Blood and the Last Dragon
It was a warm and starry night in the forest. The moon and stars were shining over the space between the pine trees like a light bulb, bringing all of the vegetation into the spotlight, for all to see. Only a light breeze was swimming along the trees and vegetation, as everything else stood still.
By Pircalabu Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
“Deception, Devotion, and Destruction”
The largest asteroid orbiting Xira Glowing Five had been known as a pirate haven for decades, but no one had ever bothered to mount a sufficient naval force to take them out. One of the reasons for such reluctance was the rumor that the asteroid had some sort of ancient defensive system that could destroy any ship up to a four-decker in size without firing a shot. No admiral had bothered to challenge that rumor. Without a major fleet effort, the only way into the maw of the defenses was to sneak in as a pirate yourself.
By David White4 years ago in Fiction
The Sound That Weeping Willows Make
Kuerro was growing tired of this walk. The same walk he had taken everyday through this forest for the past who knows how many years. The walk to the bushes that never seemed to run out berries, where Kuerro would gorge himself until he was full. Then, the walk to the river where Kuerro would drink his fill. Finally, the walk back to his cave, where he would sleep and start the process all over again the next day. The Weeping Forest, which Kuerro had named it due to its overabundance of weeping willows, had been Kuerro’s home for decades. Home was too kind of a word. Purgatory was the better word, but alas leaving was not an option.
By Gavin Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon King
On a starless night, in a forest of leafless trees the only stirring the occasional howl of wind through the naked bows. The men moved with the grace and confidence of a pack of lioness on the hunt. Holding tight to their charge, they moved without speaking to one another. The bare trees gave way to evergreens as they made their way to higher and colder heights. The air becoming more crisp as they ascended into the dreaded Draconem Mountains. Two men pulled their rouge colored cloaks tighter around their dark forms.
By Susan Grondin4 years ago in Fiction
Waiting Between Worlds
Taraji stared at the magnificent carving covered in vibrant paints of a dragon and a little Waif. The only illumination under cover of darkness inside the hollow musty space. The figures would slowly come to life, telling a story. The golden beast gawked at the child and then swallowed her gently. She slid down his rough tongue, plucking his serrated teeth like a harp. His entrails danced about as the little one giggled. Fire and blood rocked her back and forth; her ginger hair singed by the dragon's breath.
By Aundriel Washington4 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of two Worlds
Prompt: A grown dragon finds a lost - or abandoned - toddler in the forest. Write a fiction story about what happens next. The trees of the Cedarmist forest were colossal and ancient. Their thick frames stood tall, reaching for the heavens far above, their branches acting like a blanket from the endless sky that weighed down on everything.
By Johnny Nunez Jr4 years ago in Fiction
The Fire Within
Firroth the Clever soared through the skies, his agile body tearing through the air. It had been some time since he had a good fly, stretching his wings, the wind beating upon his burgundy scales. From this high up, the trees looked nothing more than green blotches while the rivers looked like thin blue threads. Firroth tilted to the side, looking to get a better view of the ground below; perhaps he’d even get lucky and spot an elk. Elk were his favorite: the meat, particularly juicy, with an herby aftertaste.
By Artemis Prince4 years ago in Fiction
On the Edge of Rose River
1 – The Rose Birger dropped from the clouds silently, his scales gleaming with condensation. He enjoyed the feeling of the mist on his face as he flew through the dark mass of water vapor. Soon the clouds would let loose a torrent of rain, bright streaks of lightning, and rolling thunder that will shake the earth. Birger could feel it as he flapped his massive wings and filled his eyes with the beautiful country before him. The sun was trying to break through the clouds, and even managed to shine through for a few short minutes.
By Floyd Doolittle4 years ago in Fiction
