Fantasy

The dragon tamer’s song
There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” It’s not a big deal. I guess … I don’t understand why care about people’s drama, or fears. It’s just a sad fact that we’re fucked… we’re so fucked. Oh well!” sighed Sam Montefleur. An olive-colored young man who is both a very powerful warlock, and talented musician. “I don’t understand why I should care. This stuff happens on a regular basis here at the nightmare kingdom. We warlocks aren’t as strong as dragons. No one is ever able to defeat them “Sam exclaimed. As Sam was talking to himself while playing his piano, he kept recognizing that Pip his pet baby- dragon swaying back, and forth; furthermore, Sam thought to himself why does he have a pet dragon. Everyone has said their demons with scales. “It's just strange. Why are you so nice to me? You should be killing me by right now. Afterall, my magic isn’t strong enough to fight you Pip. Even a baby dragon can kill a warlock. It’s just a fact, and you really like me which is really bizarre . What’s worse is that your entourage of other baby dragons don’t hate me either.” blurted out Sam. Pip nodded its head as if he was agreeing with Sam. Sam was having an existential crisis while playing his scales on his piano in his gothic -style apartment. His mind’s thoughts were running wild.
By Jose Medina4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Valley Politics
"There weren't always dragons in the valley..." My superior's voice was drowned out by my very loud thoughts. I was NOT pumped for my meeting with Flander, Grenette, Asserto, and Maximil. Unfortunately, these VCAC leaders were among the highest-ranking security levels in the central villages.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
The Knight's Wife - Part 1
The wind whistled and howled over the sprawling highlands. Under the dense grey clouds, which churned ominously and occasionally thundered, three figures - a knight, his wife and a squire were silently making their way through the empty land, on equally silent horses towards a distant, newly acquired manor.
By Eta George4 years ago in Fiction
An Excerpt From Lord Markand’s Histories Of Magick and Strange Events.
Philip and Ian spent the evening pleasantly trading stories with the lumbermen. They did not drink too much. Philip was miserly and Ian wisely avoided a hard morning that would involve the Headman. The highlight of the evening was Ian’s success at the dice. One of the men, Jan Wood, lost an entire silver to Ian. He was offered it back if some of the men would help safely explore the woods for signs of Dragons.
By Carl Ballard Swanson4 years ago in Fiction
Life of Ambrose
There weren't always dragons in the valley. There weren’t always people in the valley. In fact, I can recall many hundreds of years ago when I climbed out of the craggy foothills to the north and gazed upon a land so lovely and pure I just sat, dumbfounded by the unsullied beauty splayed out for miles before my eyes.
By Tonya Cuevaz4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 7 - Abelard - What ARE you?
As the party set themselves up at the north crossroads to rest and decide whether to next check the stairs down to the loud snoring or to cross the odd lightening conveyors, Abelard leaned over towards Zigras. "Zigras. You have traveled a fair bit, yes? I was replaying that horrible combat in my head and there is something I just do not understand."
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
Witch Book
My name is Meredith Levine, and I am a witch. A bold statement to proclaim one’s self this day in age, but yes it is true. It is, however, uncertain whether I was born a witch or if I adopted the Wiccan religion. I guess you could say that things progressed in a natural way. I assume that I was always a witch it just took something to bring it out in me. Funny that the something, or should I say someone, was my friend Keith. You could say that Keith’s flame burned brighter than most. Well let’s just face it if you didn’t think Keith was gay you were deaf and blind. He taught me so much about my own capabilities that I could have never discovered on my own. Unfortunately, he couldn’t have prepared me for what lay ahead. During my studies with my new mentor I met a fetching creature named Rebecca. Becca, as she liked to be called, was a very free spirit. Always willing to try anything and did not hold back from speaking her mind. Even when she shouldn’t have. Becca helped me come out of my shell, made me grow a backbone, and helped me realize that my opinion mattered. I always felt a kinship to her because of that. You could say a sisterly bond formed, although I already had a sister. Krista is my big sister. For years when we were younger I would tag along with her and her friends. I always felt more of a burden than a sister in those times. It was our mother’s wish for us to be close since my mother and her sister were not. So where Krista went, I went. As we began to get older I started acquiring my own friends. For a time we had our own separate lives. During this time, Krista went off to college and I met Keith and Becca. Little did Krista and I know that our experiences would lead us onto the same path. After almost 2 years away, Krista had to drop out of college. No money and no job that’s why. She came back disgusted that she couldn’t complete college. I didn’t blame her though. I would have been just as distraught as she was. I began meeting new people during our 2 years apart. Some I had met on my own and most I was introduced to by Keith. Magic is such a touchy art. You never know how things will end up when you do a spell. I never did one to attract people to me, yet somehow people were drawn to me. After high school Keith went off to college and I lost touch with Becca for a time. Although I had some new friends to keep me company.
By MaryBeth Calahorrano4 years ago in Fiction
Reoz The Wise
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There was a time when the lush green valley was peaceful and teeming with life. It was a charred and desolate place that most sentient beings avoided at all costs. All but Ajani that is. If it weren’t for the fact that he must locate a specific dragon to save his mate, he wouldn’t be in the valley.
By DV Wood4 years ago in Fiction
Ascension-Chp 2
For the next few days Izadora was quiet and was seen touching her necklace abstractedly. Calista could not help but worry, but Hagar insisted that they give her time. She continued to work at the smithy, she did her chores, and she did everything she was supposed to do, but she seemed withdrawn. One morning a few weeks later a stranger walked out of Izadora’s bedroom and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Calista nearly dropped the bowl of hot porridge she had been holding when she saw her. She was Izadora obviously, but her elvish heritage was clear. Large blue eyes framed in dark lashes, shiny black curls cascaded down her back, her features were less rounded than before, and her ears were delicately pointed. She just stared at them quietly until Calista asked breathlessly, “What have you done? Where is your necklace?”
By Nikky Affolder-Walker4 years ago in Fiction
There weren't always dragons in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Locals called it the Valley as if it was the only one, but the palisaded village port down below was one of hundreds scattered about the Emden Islands. The larger islands, draped in lianas and saw-tooth palms, all had countless verdant, steep-walled valleys of their own. Most with a sleepy little port just like this one where land met the Azure Sea. Antu already knew that; they had been to nearly ten such places already in their search.
By Jeff Good4 years ago in Fiction
Murphy's Law
Murphy’s Law “BOP!” went the whizzing, whirring device. A bashing cymbal sounded, ringing out for the millionth time today. The conveyer scraped along the needlessly colourful wall. It was a museum of sound, with the extravagant pieces of modern art, and the constant symphony playing in the background. It mostly disguised the fact that this was a factory, especially one of the most important in the world. Every time he came in to work, Murphy gazed up at the well-lit pipes on the ceiling, absorbed in the mix of bright liquids sloshing towards their destination. He glanced towards the rooms where he worked, where the Dust was extracted from its owners. They were compensated richly, often with enough to buy back more Dust. “Hi Boss, have you seen the new laws?”, a co-worker greeted him. He spun around on the spot. “What new laws?”, he answered. “We’re moving out,” said the co-worker with glee. “It’s finally happened! Those idiotic humans will have to manage by themselves!”
By KingSmog4 years ago in Fiction
Water
Water. Water is the essence of life; it controls who lives and who dies; it controls who gets rich and who gets starved. In a way, if you possessed the water, you would control life itself, and that is a weapon of its own. You don't need a spear; you don't need a sword. All you need is a way to control the essence of life. So as I watched the guards of the red poison flower put a rag over my dad's face and pour water down his throat, I realized who controlled the water.
By Zach Harwood 4 years ago in Fiction