Fantasy
Humans and Dragons
There was once a World where Dragons and humans lived together peacefully. That was before the humans thought they could control the Dragons. The Dragons fought back and both sides lost a lot of people. They finally reach an agreement. They decide that the humans would stay where they are and the Dragons would go to the other side of the continent.
By Jeremy White4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Mother
Dragons were a fairy-tale woven by the mothers of unruly children; little boys insistent on adventure and little girls driven to spit at authority, to terrify them into doing as instructed. “Don’t go into the woods without your father, or a dragon will gobble you up!” an exhausted mother would shout at her son, fighting with sticks in the yard. “Don’t you disobey me young lady, or a dragon will seize you in the night!” as she sternly reprimanded her daughter for shirking her chores.
By Alfie Warner4 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Fire
As I soar high above the trees, the scent of prey accosts me. Despite my nagging hunger, I push myself higher into the clouds. This is the first chance I’ve had to get out on my own away from my brood in months, and I won’t jeopardize my temporary freedom for a bite to eat.
By Kevin Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
The golden lock
It had been raining for many night falls over the hills and mountains of Dillybaldron. It was hard to see past the thick mist and damp trees, as the wind howled, the rain was so cold and hard that it hurt when it hit your face and skin. Deep in the heart of The Trees, (a mysterious Forrest on the map)even the dryest land the earth had gotten wet. Flood rains had filled the cracks of the stone streets and flooded passages. It was a 100 year storm according to the townsmen. It was the season of witches after all. This time on the calendar was known as tree changing (written in Dillybaldron). The sun ☀️ rose earlier each day and night was darker in the evening. The tree changing was a mysterious time with folklore and magic. They say you can tell the Witches are around when the tree colors begin to change. Orange is their favorite color. But this was just “folklore”, mother would say, “Georgie, believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. There are so many tales out here in the world!” One in particular may be of interest to you, it’s about a disappearance. My kidnapping.
By Jordan Hunsecker 4 years ago in Fiction
Warm bodies
My name is Jessica, am an orphan, my childhood was without any color, the ridicule of people around, me and the indifferent face filled my entire childhood. After more than a decade, I always had a lingering shadow in my heart, I resisted everything around me, and felt out of place everywhere I went .....
By Pasho Yaritza4 years ago in Fiction
A Child Most Precious.
In the days before Doragon Aso ever knew himself to be called such, the boy had once belonged to a village. It only made sense that he would have come from one as he looked like a man would, and that was the curious state that led him toddling through the forest; not more than three years of age, and certainly not apt to be wandering such terrains. It was an evening one mid-fall and the orange hue of the trees as golden streaks of sunlight slipped between them produced an eerie glow. Entrancing as it was, the toddling boy was drawn further into the thicket of the forest. Not more than a couple of feet in height, Aso had dark, sooty brown hair, with charcoal eyes and his skin was a bit darker, such that the light caused a dark bronze sheen to hit his skin.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
