Fantasy
There Weren't Always Dragons in the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. By night’s end, there’d be dragons no more. “I heard he won’t even sell the scales, or the horns, or whatever it is that fetches the highest price these days.” Langmir said, the words like thick swamp mist with how slowly they issued from his mouth and crawled over the low fire, filling the clearing in which we’d made camp for this leg of the conquest. He stared into the flames, eyes focused on a distant place only he could see. There was shame there, not evident to anyone but me, his best friend and loyal second-in-command. To everyone else, this was simply a statement.
By Alexander Ray Williams4 years ago in Fiction
The Before
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But there hadn’t always been a valley, either. Every day he wrote it down as he muttered to himself. Then he would read every page he had written, each nearly identical to the one that came before. To keep myself sane, he told himself.
By Conner McCall4 years ago in Fiction
Survival Island Day 1
Dear Diary, Today was an interesting day, and I don’t mean that in a good way. I’ve been separated from family and friends, and worst of all my phone. All I have is this stupid diary and something else in my pocket. But, I did get shelter, food, water, and fire which is what I need for right now. So, let me tell you how this nice, exciting day turned into my worst nightmare.
By Kaiya Cooper4 years ago in Fiction
The Ouroboros
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The ones born of smokeless fire, scaled beasts of monstrous sizes that cast shadows so wide in flight the sun bows to the beating of their wings stretched out before its blue sky. The scorched earth that they had shaped into their own domain stood as a testimony that they now reigned viciously on top of the food chain. Humanity reduced to nothing but dust in the wind scattered deep into the corners of the earth. If my memory still has not betrayed me, the last time I counted, less than a few hundred of us remain. I know this because the rest of our planet has become uninhabitable due to the radiation these behemoths leave when they nest.
By Ahmad Alshebly4 years ago in Fiction
Raising Wende Yaho
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Nobody knew why the valley was named after the dragons. Helena was obsessed with the name, Dragon valley. She remembered asking the question perhaps a hundred times and more, and it was always the same answer coming back.
By Tessa Talia Rose4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Journal
I sat neglected and lonely on a basement shelf at Brooke's Book Nook for decades. I'm not sure how long, exactly. Before that, I assisted many authors, most recently one named Anne Rice. She was obscure until I gave her some ideas and helped her hone her skills. After Anne no longer needed me, she brought me to the shop and told Brooke, "Give this to a struggling author who shows promise. I'm trusting you to choose someone special... and don't charge anything."
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
But for Aladron
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Before Aladron there wasn’t much of anything in our little dent between the Great Mountains. I still remember the day they came in all its vivid detail; all I have to do is close my eyes and I'm right back where it all began.
By Emmet Mathieu4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon's Enemy
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The legend of their origin had been passed down for centuries as a story to keep kids in line, but most everyone knew they were true. When humans were the kings of the world, they were cruel toward any and all living things. The earliest humans had little regard for safety, even their own. So much death plagued the planet that the once lush and wild lands were turned into trash cans for humans. The gods who existed in the sacred Mountains and Oceans saw that humanity had no remorse for their actions, and combined the vile aspects of their domains, such as the cold-blooded nature of the ocean’s creatures and the fire from the mountain cores. They used these attributes to form beings, called dragons, capable of curbing the human’s rapid development once injected into the lands that were beneath the Mountains but above the Oceans, called the Valley.
By Kit Kat Valentine4 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Chapter 2- Road to Glory Eyrokar returned to the keep; Leoira was talking to a Draconian in beautiful white robes. “... I’m sure Eyrokar would love to help you, Queen Tyrara. Here he is now,” Leoira said as Eyrokar walked up to her throne. “Eyrokar… How have you been? I haven’t heard a thing from You or Kayla for quite some time. Is everything okay?” asked a Draconian, her bright white scales glistening like fresh snow, and her ice blue, glowing eyes soothed Eyrokar’s pain. “Mother… Kayla… Kayla, Isarnia, Drakon… their all… Dead. Farison killed Kayla and Isarnia right before my eyes… there was nothing I could do. I’m not sure about Drakon; the poor child is more than likely dead. I left Sigrune in Howlsdall. I couldn’t let her see her father so broken. Hard to believe it’s been over twenty-five years. I thought I told you.” Eyrokar sighed, clenching his fist.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
