Fantasy

Fox Hunt; Chapter 4
We make it another block before our shadow disappears into the crowd. For a second the thought that we should have approached him comes to mind, but I quickly throw it away. No, he would have run. He had been studying us. I doubt it was the last we'd see of him.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
Mydus and the lost child
Little bits of gold coin, antique clutter and more odds and ends littered the forest floor at the entrance of a deep and dark cavern. The only light seen was the streams of translucent gold pushing past the canopy to gently bounce off of the mess scattered about. The natural hum of the forest was quickly interrupted but the jingle of the coins. Quiet at first, then a few loud thumps of fallen antique debris as something made it’s way past the mess.
By Nyx4 years ago in Fiction
Shades of Orange
Mountain peaks tipped in white, valleys and rivers snaking in between, orange and pink glows accenting the clouds, crisp fall air smelling of snow with a hint of pine, these were my favorite mornings to fly. Lazily stretching my wings to their full potential, I continued to glide carelessly. I gazed ahead at the mountains covered in an array of colorful trees and breathed deeply, not a care in the world. The sun was quickly turning the pale hues of pink and orange in to a more vibrant orange and yellow. Sighing, I angled my body toward the small lake glittering below tucked in the middle of the mountains completely secluded. Home. Mom would want me there to make breakfast for my six younger siblings, seventh on the way. She was due any day now, with her large swelled belly it was hard for her to move, let alone make breakfast. With my father away on business it fell on my shoulders to teach my siblings to hunt. My eldest sister Mia and I were able to find two large bull moose the day before. Along with my younger brother, Tyr, we three were the only able to conjure fire within us, the rest still too young, so we took the responsibility of meal time.
By Stefanie Sullivan4 years ago in Fiction
Wisteria and the Dragon
One of my NaNoWriMo MLs crocheted everyone a mascot and challenged us to write our mascot's origin story. How could I not write, with those eyes looking at me?
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Circa
Huh? "I believe you," the old woman gently squeezed Avea's hand. "I believe your son was taken by a dragon at Circa park."
By Gal Mux4 years ago in Fiction
The Spear of Power
Legend told tales of the great Saai Waiwon Saput, who had lived and reigned for centuries. In his reign, mighty kingdoms in near and far lands would rise and fall. But his, only expanded and grew more powerful.
By Gal Mux4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons' First Egg
Skädiland The sötberries were now softening on the bushes. Some had even fallen on the ground and were rotting away, especially down in the valleys. Up in the mountains though, fresh and juicy ones still hung tight on the plants.
By Gal Mux4 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Love
The forest always felt like magic in the morning. The early breeze caressed Dalinda's scales and kissed her nostrils awake. She blinked to see the morning sun streaming through the trees and trickling down onto the floor of her den.
By Emily Brandt4 years ago in Fiction
Them
What is that? Even with his keen eyesight, he couldn’t make out what it was from this height. He circled lower, lower, riding the wind until his talons started skimming the tops of the tallest trees.
By GK Bird4 years ago in Fiction
Tephra the Ash Dragon
The angry, black, jagged rocks of the Cendre Peaks peered through the haze of an eruption that began just hours before Tephra could hear the faint, muffled cries of a child from outside his cave.
By Amy Black4 years ago in Fiction
Marco De Franchi, "Il giorno rubato"
The Fantastico italiano series, directed by Luigi De Pascalis for the Lepre editions, deals with the fantastic “with roots in our culture”. “Il giorno rubato” by Marco De Franchi enters fully into this category. The plot tells of the massive eruption of the supernatural into daily life and does so based on the heritage of traditions of the city from which the author comes, namely Rome.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Ice and Wind - Chapter 6
ICE AND WIND – S1C6 Stay Awake https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGKJCUV2VIY (start at 19:00) He stood in a vast cavern. The torchlight made the mountain of gold and jewels dance like little candles in front of his eyes. It was a pile of fortune so high it should have been guarded by a dragon…but they were barely myth anymore. Stories to tell children.
By Mark R. Cieslak4 years ago in Fiction