Humor
The Stuff of Legend
When the dragons first arrived, one of the most pressing issues was that of nomenclature. No human could pronounce any dragon’s name. Most dragons could, of course, pronounce most human names. There were bar fights, hostilities, and an all-around unpleasant time. Eventually, they came to an agreement. The humans would be allowed to give the dragons nicknames in human languages as long as the nicknames were reverent descriptors of how awe-inspiring and mighty the dragons were.
By Cassian Grove4 years ago in Fiction
Dubious
The dragon plodded along slowly through the forest. It was a quiet morning, which wasn’t entirely abnormal. Not many creatures liked to hang around a dragon, even one as old as himself. He was hardly a danger to anyone though. His wings were shriveled and useless, he hadn’t breathed fire in ages, couldn’t see far away, and his hearing was spotty. If it wasn’t for his sharp sense of smell he might have just given up. He survived almost exclusively on defenseless sheep that wandered too close to his den(if he could catch them.) It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.
By C.K. Kesterson4 years ago in Fiction
The Marvelous Rendell and Bob
Rendell was an enormous maroon colored talking dragon with blue, red and yellow spotted eyes and enormous jagged green and red colored scales. Rendell lived deep within a cave with many tunnels and a small stream running down the center of its largest stony path. This not only gave the cave its wonderful petrichor smell, but the water pooled up at the end of the corridor making a convenient bath. The pooled water was usually warm from natural steam vents beneath, but sometimes rose to boiling temperatures. The steam caused water to bead up and eventually grow stalactites and stalagmites. The cave’s complicated burrows were an unsolvable maze to humans, keeping Rendell safe. Rendell had been living there long enough to know where every passageway led.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 5: Food for Thought
Chapter 5 Jacob woke the next morning with a stuffy head. A cramp in his back made him stir, dislodging the bible he had been reading. The couch, littered with discarded kleenex was made more lumpy than usual by the laptop pinned between him and the cushions. Uneaten take-out was perched precariously on a stack of articles on the coffee table and somewhere he could hear the muffled sound of mobile phone notifications.
By Tina Drechny4 years ago in Fiction
Zhane & Vitani Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Summer Ends The final days of summer vacation shrouded the atmosphere of Miami, Florida. The jaded kids in the area were not looking forward to another year of school and mountains of homework. But over on 235 Lomaky Drive, there were two 12-year-old twins clashing for the controller to their Xbox One.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Fiction
