Fantasy

Under Ember Tides
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there weren’t always women who washed up on shore, out of nowhere, either. Usually when that happened, they were dead from being thrown over board off of pirate ships, women who were being transported as slaves or just women who were murdered. Darla was unconscious but still breathing when she washed up on the shore, south of the Valley.
By Khadijah 4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons of the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. About a thousand years after the apocalypse, groups of people who remained on Earth, started slowly claiming the land. Among them, the Kanarian people chose to make the Great Mountains, known as Himalayas to the pre-apocalyptic population, their refuge. While trying to survive through the wilderness and the forces of nature, one Shaman among them had a vision that led them to a cave deep within these mountains where they found the first egg. And hence, begun the Age of Dragons.
By S Soni4 years ago in Fiction
Walking the underworld
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. At least, that is what most people believe. That’s the story that they tell. The story that they tell.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)4 years ago in Fiction
Tempest
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. When I was a child, Papa used to tell me stories about how the fire breathers originated. He had heard these stories from his grandfather, who had heard it from his grandfather, who is said to have crossed paths with such a beast. The gruesome blackened skin of his left shoulder that bore the appearance of an alien disease was a testament of his encounter. And even though he was thought cursed, or bewitched, or even a fabricator by the townsfolk, he had always conducted himself with pride as a person who had survived the wrath of the beast.
By Ranul Amarabandhu4 years ago in Fiction
The Age of Talon and Brimstone
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The earth hadn’t always been charred and the wind hadn’t always wailed mournfully over the barren mountains cresting each side of the lowland area.
By P.K. Lowe4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Fire
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” Eden’s grandmother hushed over the roaring fire. Eden and Max scooted closer, warming their toes with the fire and their hearts with the story.
By Grace Eleanor Kibbe4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Nest
CHAPTER I. WELCOME TO UPPER KULLABA There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, for the longest time in history, dragon sightings were so rare that most inhabitants of the Seha River Land had come to believe that the creatures didn’t really exist. Or at least, that’s what they wanted others to believe.
By Jet Vellinga4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Mark
There weren't always dragons in the valley. That's how the official history has it, and if everything had ended with the first peace accord, perhaps this untruth wouldn't have mattered. The dragons might have slept on until some other generation of humans awoke them. We would have suffered less, and learned less.
By Tomef4 years ago in Fiction
Red dress, red light
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley There weren’t always landslides in the spring Once there was a castle on the hilltop
By JOLENE4 years ago in Fiction
Clouded
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Smoldering piles of dreams and DNA now litter what was once a vibrant oasis of life and opportunity in the world known as ‘Extremity’, a microscopic world that lived inside the mind of a gentleman named Jude. He named this mysterious yet beautiful world Extremity, after the way in which he thrives, in the extremities of life. The first ten years were beautiful, they were full of the most magnificent beams of sun streaking through pillowy clouds that could be shaped into whatever you imagined with just a thought. It smelled of summer at dusk just before it rained, yet it never stormed. Instead of thunder, audible memories of laughter and comfort echoed through the sky. You had the power to change the landscape to exactly what you wanted to see and build a road to anywhere you desired in an instant. It was a world of wonders, dreams, excitement, and mystery that never ceased to fascinate Jude. Perhaps, he visited too often, for the outside world for Jude was not as mystic and when ignored, would collapse in around Extremity creating small cracks in the sky where bad things lived.
By Frank DeSonia 4 years ago in Fiction
They Return
There weren't always dragons in the Valley but now the tales were so many and so frequent that Thela could not discount them or ignore them. The stories that she had heard over the last several weeks however were odd because none of them were the same. Although similar, each person recounted seeing a dragon, but each story was different. Each story seemed to describe a different dragon. That was cause for concern.
By Bryant Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Loss of Lemon Cove
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Astrid knew that better than most. It wasn't just that she was a member of the last generation who could remember a time before they came, although that was a part of it. It was also the fact that her family had lived in the Valley for generations before they'd arrived, and - although one ancestor had written a curiously detailed book about fairies - not one had mentioned dragons in any of their books or letters or journals. But, more than any of that, she'd been there, living in the Valley, when it happened. She was one of the few people to have seen a dragon up close - to have looked into the cold, calculating eyes - and lived to tell the tale. Not that she told it often: it had been the worst day of her life and telling the story always brought those memories back in force.
By June A Demus4 years ago in Fiction