Fantasy

Pitiful Mountain
“Where did Wilbur get his name?” I asked. The elm trees and oak shrubs were behind us; we meandered across an expanse of land which was densely populated with sun flowers, poppies, daisy, and tall blades of blue grass. The contrast between the mountain of dark immensity and this field was stark. The bees and butterflies in their golden and yellow, green, red flair zipped and darted, hovering here and there. My heart was deeply sunk with the happenings of the previous days of the procession's encounters and loss of life.
By FLINX4 years ago in Fiction
Infernal Chess
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Those used to be peaceful lands where the greatest excitement and adrenaline rush one could get was from skinny dipping or diving into the river from the top of a cliff. Not anymore.
By Jerzy4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of the Dragons
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” Caroline gazed out across the empty expanse beneath them. “There aren’t any dragons now, Grand Master,” she murmured softly. As if she needed to point out the obvious to the famed Grand Master Merlinus Ambrosius Octavius Vitae Lamechialson, or Myrddin Wylit as he now like to be called.
By Mary K Brackett4 years ago in Fiction
The Stone of Mists
The Stone of Mist There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Gilbrieth could barely hear the words of the distant song in the silent hours just before dawn. But this would be the first morning in many months that Gilbrieth could recall feeling a true sense of hope. How could he not? His father had found his way home.
By Frank P4 years ago in Fiction
A World Asleep
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, most of my tribe believes that there never were, and that the dragons from the old stories were just make-believe dreamt up by drunken bards who had too much time on their hands. I know different though. I've seen one - I think. I was out fetching fire-food one day with my kindred spirit when I glimpsed a gigantic, smouldering eye fixed on me through the gnarled trunks of those ancient trees near the entrance to the cave. Startled, I called out for my kin, but by the time I turned back, it had vanished.
By Insinq Datum4 years ago in Fiction
Dreadfully New
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Then again, I suppose there weren't always trees or streams or boulders in the Valley, either. In fact, there wasn't always a Valley.
By Janna Ehrenholz4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Light
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Fifi stacked business cards on the granite countertop and recited her usual spiel. A dozen women—all of them visibly pregnant—eyed the cards greedily.
By Sarah G.4 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow of Básaora
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Wild wind ripped at my travel-worn cloak and sent red grit hurling off the edge of the rocky cliff I stood upon. The pungent scent of fire and brimstone assaulted my senses. I lifted my hand over my nose in disgust… and fear.
By Whitney R4 years ago in Fiction
The Firmament of Fire
There weren't always dragons in the valley. For indeed, the Valley is a timeless place of All Things, and forever is a thing beyond a promise to give.
By Original Snub4 years ago in Fiction
Heroes' Journey
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That was because it didn’t make sense for them to be there in the first place. Really, why would they leave Vasyl’s territory far off in the west, skipping every stretch of land along the way, just to strike at the heart of some insignificant and unremarkable valley? It was nonsensical, yet every time Kyrapi pointed out the strangeness of it all, Ciar would simply look over at her with those big blue eyes of his and she’d immediately feel herself faltering. After that, all it took was a long, haggard sigh and Kyrapi would inevitably drop the whole thing.
By Ariel Billings4 years ago in Fiction
A Chronicle of Stars and Dust
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. "Huh?" said Ella, distracted. "There weren't always dragons in the Valley," Pax repeated. "That's the password. Remember? For the afterparty I was telling you about?"
By Lili Jane4 years ago in Fiction
Songs of Calcasë
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Hundreds of years ago they receded into the mystic mountains, retreating from humankind. Into dust they went, abandoning any hope that bestowed itself upon the crumbling mind of men. Dragons, the wise ones, the sacred- were thought never to be seen again. Until now, when she came.
By J.S Kline4 years ago in Fiction