Fantasy
The Blacksmith of Kinsley Vale
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” I mused, looking at Coal. His large, cobalt eyes regarded me with his usual patient tolerance of my habit of talking to myself. His beautiful, blueblack scales glittered in the autumn sunshine shone through the unglazed smithy window.
By Hannah Reynolds4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Nara
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. She couldn't help but mark that every morning, how it all had changed. Over the years and as obscurity ensued into every facet of her reality, she mantra'd the evolution of all she knew, to better accept the distortion she encountered every time she tried her hand at a reflective surface. Life was different now and had been redesigned so noticeably since the Great Strain, that sanity was hard to come by.
By Melisa Coedo4 years ago in Fiction
Wolf of War
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The thundering sound of the motorcycles is all one could hear. As they rode into town the valley walls roared along their procession. No other club has ever dared to enter the valley or to ride through in such numbers. This means one thing; The Dragons MC has declared war.
By Mr. J Garcia Soto4 years ago in Fiction
Beasts Beyond the Horizon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. For centuries, human beings inhabited the area, managing to keep these water beasts away. But the Earth was changing. In the past 15 years, the Earth seemed to begin to side with the dragons as the sea levels rose, allowing more and more beasts to populate the area and threaten the livelihood of the human community in the Valley.
By Tanita Kadirova4 years ago in Fiction
Forager
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Though some point in history one of the poor sods had dropped in and gotten it's ass sent hurtling out of its teeth. The general history of the valley was as vague as the aberrant mountains eclipsing it, a place utterly forgotten by the cities a mere day's march away. It's present state of affairs were far more enrapturing than its mysterious past, though. Nowadays, dragons flocked to the valley, challenged the incorporeal beast that lived inside it, and carked it as fast as a boozer gifted a free brewery.
By Daley Malpass4 years ago in Fiction
The Retelling of The Well
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There weren't always..." kept racing through Cherilia's mind as she paced in her chicken-leg hut. Up and down she went, her feet chasing her thoughts, and nearly stepping on the dried burdock that had fallen from the clothesline. She hadn't had the time that morning to change her muddied skirts, but even if she had, she most likely wouldn't have achieved the presence of mind to remember to change anyway. Much was already underway.
By The Jealous Girlfriend4 years ago in Fiction
The Aurora Files
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Never in this life did we ever imagine that dragons could exist but in the Valley, they thrive. Well at least hundreds of years ago. Beasts to some and severely misunderstood creatures, dragons. They appeared as they wanted to, in many different forms. Some say they were shapeshifters. Some would say they looked like demons or even angels. The truth is that we've forgotten in a sense, and no longer possess the will to remember.
By C.V. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
