Fantasy
Old Love
Old Love By the law of the Great Treaty the toddler’s life was forfeit, but Ezakalis could not bring himself to kill it. The great green-black dragon gazed down at the human child, and the toddler stared right back at him with no fear in its eyes, only wonder and awe.
By Oliver Alexander4 years ago in Fiction
The Primaeval Hunt
Alpha stood before Furum head held high, higher than any other, for he held the name, Alpha Leader of the Horde. A name that can only be earned by one dragon in a horde. Mind to mind he spoke. Furum you will lead the younglings on their primaeval hunt at suns end.
By Eric Osborn4 years ago in Fiction
The Greenwood Saga
She couldn't remember the first time she woke, in the Greenwood. The years had robbed her of those memories long ago, when her kind were young and naive. She was neither of those things anymore. The sun was warm and invigorating as it streamed through the canopy of leaves overhead. She could feel it warm her body in intermittent clusters of life across her serpentine form. She loved to bask in its warm rays in the clearing nearby on hot summer days like this one, but not today.
By Kfa_Wolfbane4 years ago in Fiction
The Gospel of Fern
It was coming, and he was trying to run on legs that didn't work right. They wobbled fatly and he lurched , careening across the uneven ground as if he were ten tankards in the ale. Everything in the forest was impossibly large, trees looming to dizzying heights with roots as thick as his unsteady legs. He stumbled over a ropey knot of them and, arms pinwheeling, fell hard.
By Cynthia Chape4 years ago in Fiction
Protected By Death
"Finally," Catherine Dawson said to herself as the Long Island Rail Road (LIRR) train to Farmingdale she was on announced her stop. Minutes later, the train stopped at the right stop, and the door opened. Pulling a small Ziplite Lime-green Samsonite suitcase behind her, relief etched on her face. She eases towards the exit.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Song
Under a bruised sky, ruptured by lightning, in the smoke and haze of the clearance zone, three hundred figures in green and yellow clashed. They fought in a no-man’s land, kicking up ash onto logging machinery while the old forest, bent and weary, shivered. Its canopy was greyish, not green; it stood alone on the barren face of its world, holding memories and desperate animals in equal measure.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Fiction
To You
I remember it like it was yesterday. You were so helpless, so small. I was going to eat your parents. They looked tasty. Though your Father looked a bit old even for my palate. Your Mother on the other hand looked worried, agitated, anxious even, but young. She was always peering over her shoulder, checking her surroundings, telling your Father to hurry up or she would leave him there too. It was only once they'd left that I truly realised what they'd left behind...
By Sam Mackerras 4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon and the Toddler
“We all know that the woods can be dangerous for little ones,” Jasper began his story, easing himself into his old wicker chair. A dozen young eyes gazed at him, rapt with attention. “That’s because they’re older than us. Older than Hespen village. Older than the crossroads at Whitley. Older than all the towns that run the length of Pilgrim’s Vale.”
By Grantt Ennis4 years ago in Fiction
Piece of Mind
“How rich,” he thought with a grunt and twist of the mouth. “That an adderall-fueled teenager dictating the dragon mad libs of Star Wars to his mother as she huddled en cleric before a moniter, would jettison himself to such heights of ego and ‘success’ as to host this fartsicle tourney in humble service to the aspirations of the deluded masses of peasant thought.”
By Joshua Engstrom4 years ago in Fiction
