Fantasy
The Sleeping Beauty
We're all familiar with this tale, are we not? Anyone who has seen the Disney version should be. Have you ever wondered for a moment if, perhaps, Disney got it wrong? Of course, for anyone who knows the "true" story of many a Grimm's Fairytale, that answer is a resounding yes... but suppose that the Brothers Grimm also got it wrong? Consider this, if you will, an account of "what if...?".
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Those Who Discard Dragons
Tears well up in her eyes as her skin chills, the wide woods closing in. She had thought she was playing hide and seek with Mommy, just in a new place. But Mommy was never this hard to find. Signaling her defeat and calling for Mommy didn't work. She was tired, her feet were stinging, and she thought she might just die. There was nothing scarier than a world without Mommy. And she didn't even know, yet, that Mommy had left her there on purpose.
By Elisabeth Balmon4 years ago in Fiction
Ordained
The air rushes around the treetops as the great creature’s skin and tail bristle among the underbrush. The scent of pine, smoke, and ash fills his nostrils; yet this fire comes not from him but from another. The dragon nears closer cloaking himself among the woodland region he calls home. A campfire burns near a makeshift shelter as he watches a youngster add small branches to the fire. The activity piques the dragon’s curiosity, and he nestles himself in the bushes to watch the small child.
By E.L. Martin4 years ago in Fiction
Of Flamewood and Dreams. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
On the 24th day past mid-summer harvest the king awoke with a pain in his side. Upon physical manipulation of the flesh, I did discover a swollen tenderness. Painful to the touch.
By Katie Kelly Koppenhofer4 years ago in Fiction
Enoch and the Throne of Lies
The sweet whispers of spring still drift through the woods, glinting as the sun hits them just right. As the earth sighs,the air of summer will flow over your scales and embrace you in its heat. The transition from one season to the other is my favorite experience. I watch from the top of my perch as the sun longs for the moon. Soon massive lights of oranges and pinks dance across the lake, reflecting endless colors over the world. I hold my breath, for fear I might extinguish the rainbow flames of the sunset.
By Meela Ward4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dragon Rider
It was on the day my father was dying that he told me about the time when Dragons ruled the world. Through struggling breath, he painted a world centuries ago, when the Earth was nothing but ash and fire, the result of a cataclysmic event that wiped most of life on the planet. From this destruction came the Dragons.
By Joe Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Season of Flame
The fall returned swiftly, its great change sweeping over the land like a spreading fire. With its coming came the shortening of days and the darkening of nights. A coldness swept through the air and grey, unsettled clouds filled the sky. The vibrant, life assuring greenery of the summer, slowly began melting away into equally rich hues of burnt orange, red and yellow. The aptly named Season of Flame was here again.
By Amy Lindop4 years ago in Fiction
Foundling
There was something in the forest that shouldn’t have been. Olgor wrinkled his snout in confusion as he tasted the air again to double check. He tasted blood on the air and inhaled deeply. Horse. Sweat. Metal. Leather. The forest smelled of battle, but there were no human settlements nearby, not for a great distance.
By Zakarias Triunfo 4 years ago in Fiction
The Offering
In a vast, green, endless, mountain range there lived a god. Though, perhaps we should start with those who worship him. In a small village surrounded by a vast, green, endless mountain range, there lived a mother. A mother, who was alone, scared, and very, very tired. With a small, quiet bundle in her arms the mother made her way up the mountain surrounding the village, where she knew the altar was waiting. Climbing through the thick foliage, the mother eventually came upon the biggest tree, whose branches outstretched over the whole mountain range. Each root connected to all the life around her. And it was here, at the base of the biggest tree, that of which the villagers believed all life had begun, the mother laid her baby down, making sure it was carefully cradled in the low branches.
By Michaela Martinez4 years ago in Fiction
To Sleep In A Sea of Cockatiels' sweetly sqwuaking!
I am a birder at heart. I cannot wait to own my new cockatiels, and the both of them will be females. One grey, the other the rare brindle color. I will have my couple of female cockatiels, their cage, their toys, feed, fruits, and veggies that they must eat.+ plenty plenty plenty of millet.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
