Fantasy
Fantasy Island
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But when there were they were a happy bunch. Flying through the magic mushrooms of a time gone by. An era of gratitude and sanctuary. An era that created the dragons of old and sent them into an outburst of forgetfullness. And challenged them to become what they disliked the most. A new uprising of mercyful banter to continue on the path that was created for them.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
Found a dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Grace dragged her camera bag up the hill, she was almost there. She had crossed fields, slept in weird places that made her back ache and all for what? All to make the greatest documentary ever. Grace’s shoes were worn and dirty, her legs have not seen a razor since she left home. Her hair a tangled messy bun. This is what she was going to make a documentary about the valley dragons. Hopefully, she would get back alive though. She could hear the far-off cries of the valley dragons they were speaking to one another. She quickly set up her camouflage tent and waited. Grace felt a breeze coming from somewhere.
By Adrianna M. Braun4 years ago in Fiction
Airen
Chapter 1 “Marisendra Bell Corllina, I just mended that dress!” My mother stood in the doorway of our modest cottage, hands on her hips, glaring at me. To be fair, I deserved her glare. It also wasn't her worst by far. The slight twitch of her mouth gave her away, but I hung my head anyway, playing my part. Letting my shoulders drop, I was the picture of a remorseful daughter who was in serious trouble. My mother stepped to the side and threw her hand, finger pointing inside our cottage. I obediently walked past her. As soon as the door slammed shut with a loud crack, the charade was over and my mom was hugging me.
By Cassandra McElroen4 years ago in Fiction
The End of an Era
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The column of footmen marched as silently as one could through the remains of what had once been an orchard, the earth scorched black, the trees burnt to gnarled stubs. Days had passed since the blaze, yet smoke continued to rise from the ashes, heat seeping through boots and blistering skin. As they approached a mound of gathered corpses, the stench of burnt flesh brought water to Kenna’s eyes.
By Christian Price4 years ago in Fiction
The Calm Before He Came Part One
It was the calm. Most people say they like being in nature, taking hikes, traveling trails, the road less taken because of the calm. I have found that isn't true. If you walked into a forest and it was silent you would be on edge. A few yards and you would find every atom in your gut screaming at you and pulling you back to whatever transportation you took to get there. Every ounce of intuition telling you the silence isn't safe. Your common sense asking you, "Where are the birds?"
By S.Elizabeth4 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror Guard (chapter 6)
Six: Seven Days in the Stark EVA WAS IN A FIELD OF SNOW. Around her was a barrier of snow-covered trees. They rose into the sky, higher than any trees she’d ever seen. She didn’t feel cold, which she thought was weird, but as soon as she grasped the idea that it was unusual — she lost the concept. She looked around for the boys, Benjamin, or Mrs. Shimmyshanks’ body — but saw nothing but the trees and the snow.
By Nathan Charles4 years ago in Fiction
Here There Be Dragons
HERE THERE BE DRAGONS by Daniel M. Brakhage “There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” the young prince said to his uncle the duke. His sapphire blue robe was trimmed in ermine while his tunic bore the royal arms of the third son of King Palantius III. His silvered mail was a fine mythril shirt of dwarven make; rare even among the nobility it spoke to the history of close relationship between the dwarves of the Granite Throne and the royal house of Aregentia. Duke Ædelwulf, wore a tunic that was similar in color and design to the prince’s, he was related, after all. A rider in a silvery-blue cloak approached upon a dappled grey gelding. He carried a long wooden staff with a large ruby gem. His companion followed closely. She wore a sky-blue cloak but her hood was down and her long, sandy blonde hair trailing behind her and blew gently in the winter breeze. She tossed her head back and drew in a long crisp breath but sat slightly apart.
By Daniel Meredith Brakhage4 years ago in Fiction
Tears of Dyson
The march through the marsh had turned into a plod. The entire group was exhausted and snapping at each other while mindlessly putting one foot in front of the other. The heat of the day and the chaotic ending from the job had sapped most of their energy.
By UniformPrism The Author4 years ago in Fiction
