Fantasy
Dave
Dave pondered just what to do with his night. He was bored and for the most part it was the sort of boredom that made ridiculous ideas seem like reasonable things to do. Dave had been in this city for too long a time. How many years had he lived in the brownstone in Brooklyn? Ten, maybe twenty years? No, it must have been longer than that. Dave realized he had purchased his home in 1930, he had spent roughly ninety some years here. He raked his long fingers through his jet-black hair just how long had it been since he was in the sky, feeling the air currents like fish might drift on the water. Roaming from room to room aimlessly his mind alighted on a new quandary, he thought about the woods, the mossy forest floor with the rich scent of growing things and pine trees rich with resins. He wondered how long it had been since he allowed his wild nature to overtake him.
By Kat Dehring4 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Dragons
Rammi sat back from the edge of the rocky overhang just inside the mouth of the cave. The rain was still catching him slightly but if he sat back any further he wouldn’t be able to see the fluxing events happening in the town below. Every epoch since his retirement, Rammi ventured to the top of the rocky mountain to watch.
By M.K. Marche4 years ago in Fiction
Shade Stone
Kiseron felt drawn to the thing. Like any somatosensory creature can identify exactly where the itch is on their bum, he knew where the thing was without needing to see or smell it. This super-natural sense of his was exactly why he had been assigned to this mission in the first place. Kiseron was an unconventional breed of dragon, Smaller and with no wings to even indicate the hope of flying. But what his kind did have was a lovely necroplasmic sense for all things even remotely associated with death.
By Braeden Black4 years ago in Fiction
The Olympians Breathe Fire. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
For eons, dragons ruled over the land from their perches on Mount Olympus. Gifted with a mastery of magic and bodies of insurmountable strength, they coaxed all other life into subservience through the force of awe and threat. From humans, they demanded worship; offerings and sacrifices in exchange for benevolence. Repressed but ever-relentless, humanity grew, building palaces of their own, houses of learning and the arcane. Dragons, although the undisputed masters, were no longer the sole wielders of magic.
By Miguel da Ponte4 years ago in Fiction
Unwilling
Isabelle sat quietly at the dining table in the middle of their small home. Her father, rested his head in his hands. Though a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders, another, heavier, weight crushed him without mercy. Eventually, Isabelle spoke, “So, you want me to leave?”
By Daniel Gilliam4 years ago in Fiction
Dubious
The dragon plodded along slowly through the forest. It was a quiet morning, which wasn’t entirely abnormal. Not many creatures liked to hang around a dragon, even one as old as himself. He was hardly a danger to anyone though. His wings were shriveled and useless, he hadn’t breathed fire in ages, couldn’t see far away, and his hearing was spotty. If it wasn’t for his sharp sense of smell he might have just given up. He survived almost exclusively on defenseless sheep that wandered too close to his den(if he could catch them.) It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.
By C.K. Kesterson4 years ago in Fiction
The heart of a dragon
Author name : Arisa Diane Oliver The heart of a dragon So many years ago, at a time that things were very different, lived a grown dragon in the middle of the forest. It was one special dragon with so much beauty that one could ever imagine. He was at least 30 feet tall. Thanks to the presence of the dragon in the forest, there was a beautiful green light that appeared every night. The light was so powerful that one could see it even from a very long distance. That dragon had some special powers which even added so much more beauty to him. But what would a dragon do if he met a human? Could a dragon ever be emotional? Did the dragon in that forest have beauty inside of him?
By Arisa Diane Oliver 4 years ago in Fiction
A Pig A Dog and A Little Girl Named Kai
Kai hadn't seen or heard from her daddy since the last full moon of fall. The snowy season had come and gone, and as the trees began to shed their winter coats, she knew he should be arriving home soon. It was the longest he had ever left her alone, and the only time she ever felt afraid he wasn't returning. Work was hard to come by, and it took a hard man to do the work that was available. Her daddy had built their cottage to be camouflaged, nestled safely - under the tree canopies. The towns people referred to them as - marsh dwellers, living on the outskirts of Villefranche-du-Perigord - France. But, after the death of his wife, he only wanted to be left alone.Not far away were the bastides - where they sold their wares at the markets and fairs, and active trading places. Kai loved hiking with her daddy, the long distances - selling the truffles they had hunted and harvested together. When he sold locally, Kai went along, but when he needed to Trek into the neighboring towns, she was left behind. Never for long periods of time, even being so small, she had grown accustomed to taking care of herself.On the long journeys, he would jump rail cars, making quick connections to Périgueux and Agen, selling his goods to the highest bidder. As it turned out, truffles were a delicacy in high demand, worth more than imagined, and people would do just about anything to get their hands on them. Even if it wasn't exactly, legal.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Fiction
Forest Silent...the Dragon's Son
by: Dennis R. Humphreys (the DreamWriter) In the time between two hours, when every minute is forever, and every second, a lifetime, during the reign of Iton Christorf, ruler of the visible world, between the Gantian Plains and the bluffs of Dementia, rules were enacted to protect the Kingdom of Smar. Smar was an ancient kingdom whose beginnings were not even known. It perhaps had no beginning, as some suggested, and implied by the king. These rules included specific guidelines, established by his father and his father before him in a line of succession that seemed to become more paranoid as the generations passed. Iton Christorf enforced them more vigorously than those preceding him. Then he was a dictator, and a ruler of unprecedented cruelty. He was perhaps even a little mad, if one could be just slightly so. Limits were placed on the population, explained to assure adequate supplies and guaranteeing equal shares for all, in a world of limited resources. Its real purposen was to control the population, for if it grew too large and the citizen's displeasure grew to an unacceptable level for their king, a successful rebellion might ensue. Protecting the throne, above all costs from the population the leadership was meant to protect, was of utmost importance.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Fiction
