Fantasy

The Lost Dragon
As we herd the sheep to the barn, my heart is racing. Grandpa Peter's dragon, Precious, is missing and there is no trace of where she went. Grandpa and I went to the back pasture to find her, but she was gone and the sheep were all scared. Now we have to get them back to safety.
By Andrew Gaertner4 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian
What gift does a Guardian give to a child trapped between two worlds? A child who belongs not the gentle hearth of Heaven or the cold gritty earth. A child that will be both revered and feared by angels and humans alike. A child that they will hunt. Do you give them wisdom to make peace with their fate? The canniness to carve their own path around it? The mirth to see past it in the darkest of times? The strength to survive it come what may? Or do you flip the coin and brush them with the ficklest of all the fates - Do you gift them luck?
By LilyRose4 years ago in Fiction
Arthur The Bastard
ARTHUR THE BASTARD The rhythmic slinking of chainmail announced the arrival of WARD-PRINCE ARTHUR PENDRAGON as his horse cantered into the malodorous village of Trimoria before sun broke the morning clouds. The Black Sheep of Camelot, he knew they called him in hushed voices as the procession arrived into the icy hamlet. He set his face to match the reputation. During the fortnight’s travel north from Camelot to this frozen hellhole, he grew his beard to a scruffy length. The night prior he refused to sleep more than three hours to accentuate his sunken eyes. A scowl was now added to his haggard mien as the underlings stared daggers at him and the two knights, Bors The Younger and Sir Percival.
By Kieran Egan4 years ago in Fiction
As Above, so Below
Arram was enjoying another solo escape soaring magnificently through the snowcapped ramparts, breathing in the fresh cold air and feeling the earth’s sun on his reptile skin.
By Georgia Om4 years ago in Fiction
Arindell
Her time was nearing, this she knew. Though in human terms she would still have many decades yet. Her strength had not diminished so much that she need worry about adversaries, at least not yet. Eventually others of her kind might try to unseat her, for now though, they still feared her legendary prowess.
By Katie 4 years ago in Fiction
Tears of Gold
Most windows in the town were dark as the falling snow coated the houses and shops in a thick blanket of white. The windows that still glowed the brightest belonged to the local tavern where the sound of muffled voices and rolls of laughter spilled into the stillness of the night. It was late, and many patrons of the small tavern had gone to their rented rooms or returned to their homes. Despite this, a strong crowd still remained. They passed the hours with drink and stories. Some were personal tales of grandeur and others were legends shared around the glowing embers of campfires. Many of the people gathered were thankful for the rare night spent indoors with a tall fire to warm their bodies and all the mead they could drink to warm their souls.
By Kat Newcombe4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 58
We fed the borkas and had a good time . We’re not really supposed to feed them but some of us in the village do . A lot of them have become dependent , so we kind of have to . Whenever the numbers get high the butchers , hunters , and other villagers just kill a few for free meat . It’s kind of dark when I think about it . I would never bring it up to Goldy though . I’d imagine it to be a mood killer .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
The diary of Etephyr
The world is ruled by change. Mountains, rivers and seas are all passengers of time. Even if they seem eternal in human’s eyes, for the eye of time they’re nothing but dust carried by the wind that disappears in a beat.
By Victor Chavarria4 years ago in Fiction
Last Gasp
“What are we doing out here, Greg?” asked Yoshi warily. Greg was clearly distressed and a little angry at Yoshi’s deliberate obtuseness, “You know exactly why we're here, Yoshi,” he grumbled through his thick black beard.
By Ron Stubberfield4 years ago in Fiction
Unwilling
A grown woman, at least by her own standards, Isabelle sat at the grind stone in her father’s forge. The large stone was being spun by the waterwheel being dipped into the river right outside the workshop. The river wasn’t the grandest, and Desmond, on more than one occasion, complained about the slow speed of the running water.
By Daniel Gilliam4 years ago in Fiction
Eriu's Wish
Eriu gazed down at the clutch of stone-cold eggs before her. Another failed attempt at motherhood. Craning her serpentine neck, she gently nudged the largest egg with the tip of her snout, searching for any sign of life for the hundredth time. In vain, she knew, but she couldn’t help herself. The impulses triggered by her maternal instincts refused to see the stinking nest of rotting eggs for what they really were: a grave.
By Kelly Robertson4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 57
Chief Maxus walked out of the room and left me alone in the room with Goldy again . She was still sleeping though . So I decided to get up and stretch for a little bit . I tested my readiness to fight while I thought about what I’d do . The Chief was right . My best bet would be for me to woo Goldy as much as I can . As to soften the blow for when I have to leave . I still don’t know if I should tell her when she wakes up , or at the end of the day .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction