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Condemned hive
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley” I said out softly between a sigh and heavy blinks “Years staring these walls up and down, and it's the most I’ve been able to decipher” I thought walking yet again along the valley of death while rubbing my sore body “Today is one of those days I really don’t want to be alive” I said to myself “You know very well lamenting your life doesn’t change anything Zareth” My fairy companion chirped annoyingly in my ear “I am well aware Ginny it changes nothing but the pain keeps reminding me of the events” I said annoyed at her as I sat against a broken statue thinking about my decisions and drifting off to sleep.
By Enoch Wade2 years ago in Fiction
The Royal House | Chapter 3 | The Truth
I parked my car outside the complex and walked in. Pulling out my phone, I dialed 911. “Hello? I’d like to leave an anonymous tip about a robbery. Three thieves are at 318 North Grove Avenue with the stolen Bordighera in their possession.” I hung up the phone and threw it on the ground, using my heel to crush it. I walked up to the house and knocked on the door. A shorter woman with raven black hair and deadly green eyes opened it.
By Jonathan Marsden2 years ago in Fiction
The Royal House | Chapter 1 | The Crew
I woke up on the morning of Sunday, January 12th, and went on my daily three-mile run. On my way home, I stopped by the usual hole-in-the-wall coffee shop for breakfast; ham and cheese on a bagel, and went back home. I put my keys in the door to my apartment, took a shower, and went to the mirror to shave. I spread shaving cream over my short beard and took the razor to it. After putting on some aftershave, I studied my appearance. I'm a fairly short man, only five foot nine inches, with dirty blonde hair, and a lean build. The most curious feature, however, were my eyes, one gold, one silver. After getting dressed for the day, in simple jeans and a t-shirt, and went to my kitchen to eat my bagel. There was a letter on the table that hadn’t been there when I got home. I looked around cautiously before grabbing it and slitting the top of the envelope, to take out the letter. All there was was an address and time:
By Jonathan Marsden2 years ago in Fiction
Trails
Epilogue The morning was warm. The cops just got done making the rounds. A creepy feel filled the air. They had been a lot of prison outbreaks, but none like this. It was unusual just to be let out the back door. Crazy if you would think it. They didn't care who or why. They had hoped they would never find out. The two had started there way to the trail that was close by. It was open morning to night, but some spots twenty-four hours. It was home to the homeless and to the river people if you could find them.
By Jeffrey Allison2 years ago in Fiction
Dragonally
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Within the crevices of the Valley, you can find yourself eye to eye with the redeyes. There's a secret that lingers in the alleyways that the redeyes live and gather at dusk to remain out of sight of villagers. Two years ago you wouldn’t find any of the dragons within this Valley. The creatures live outside of the Valley within caverns as assets and they would assist travelers in establishing a way of unit control. Dragons were on the verge of extinction with troubling illnesses due to the ownership of the capitalist. Many rules have changed since The Blast the population has decreased in size by four multiples. The Valley has grown smaller, buildings are not refurbished due to the government not providing funding. The Capital has not returned to visit the Valley to question the disappearance of the dragons as if they ceased to exist in the first place.
By Kristian B. Delpilar2 years ago in Fiction