Short Story
Beginning Anew
Dawn wandered the vast, barren wasteland that was most of Irenias. Long had it been this way, but she remembered when it was lush and green and still sparkled with life. She remembered the way it was when she was but a hatchling: her parents there to watch over and protect her and show her the ways of this world.
James KupperPublished about a year ago in FictionDragons Castle - A Short Story
From the highest peak of heaven, he hears a human’s cries. The dragon guarding the castle had not heard a human speak for hundreds of years. The cries are coming from In a land of moss-covered peaks and valleys lush with trees looms the fortress of Tapekeeness Kingdom. The dragon’s heart is immediately moved. Following the cries coming from the land, the dragon moves.
S. SpencerPublished about a year ago in FictionA Crone and a Babe
A forest was no place for a dragon. The trees were bunched together too tightly and on foot it was nearly impossible to find a way through. Garrag grunted with annoyance as branches scraped his wings and boulders pierced his feet. Snow swirled around behind him and even through his plated skin the cold crept in.
Jessica BarkerPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Dragon of Dreams
She awoke in a forest, her small figure covered in leaves. The little girl had brown hair and huge blue eyes. She wore blue overalls and a yellow shirt with matching yellow rain boots. Her light brown skin shone in the light of the woods. She stood up and brushed the leaves off of her overalls. Her name was Sam, and Sam was only three years old. She had no idea how she ended up in the woods but she did know she should get out of it and head home.
Kaliyah MyersPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Day of the Dragon
The light had barely begun to sneak over the steep barren mountains to the east when the dragon's slumber was disturbed by a screeching cry. He let out an exasperated puff, a cloud of wispy smoke twining away from his nostrils. Dawn was far too early to be rising, the air still frigid with little indication that any other forms of life had begun their day. The dragon rolled over, seeing no reason not to go back to sleep for a few hours. His eyes fluttered closed.
Oliver, Son of Genvalt
"If there is a fire that never ceases to burn, it surely lies in the maw of a dragon." (Sarkhan Vol) Oliver woke up in a cold sweat. For many days he had been haunted by a dream where he crept around a dark castle. Each time he passed the maid's room, the door creaked open as a long golden shaft of light crawled out onto the black floor. His mother laid on the bed moaning and crying and begging him for help. As he approached, she turned around, and her face dripped off her like candle wax, revealing a cold, gray skull.
alettertomyselfPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Ward
For a thousand years, the world lies still. The scent of blood hangs heavy and metallic in the air. Fields are strewn with the decayed remains of fallen soldiers, and whole kingdoms that had once spanned several leagues now exist only in a state of ruin—razed to the ground to be overtaken by moss and vine as the earth seeks to reclaim that which rightfully belongs to it.
Raeanne PattersonPublished about a year ago in FictionAdopting Derek
The overwhelming scent of two humans came as a surprise because I had made sure to enchant the forest surrounding the human cottage that I own. No one should be able to even see my cottage unless that person drove up the dirt road or if that person was another dragon. One scent was quickly fading as I approached the area where the scent was strongest. It’s coming from my front porch? How? Even though I was in my dragon form, I was concealing my true size because human made objects break way too easily. I jumped onto the porch only to be faced with a human hatchling’s car seat. I slowly approached it as I was anxious that there really was a hatchling waiting for me in the car seat. Of course, what else would be in the car seat? A dog? Not likely.
Fay CurtissPublished about a year ago in FictionHatchling
Nothing about a human child should be able to frighten a dragon, but Eltanin fled at the sight of her, nonetheless. From his vantage point in the clouds, he could see her clearly below. Cowering alone amongst the snow covered conifers, she looked incredibly insignificant. Beneath matted furs, her skin was such a faded color that the blood within was faintly visible. Bellowing flames of bright crimson hair stuck to her wet eyes. No, it wasn’t her appearance that frightened Eltanin. Of all the beasts inhabiting the Hrellik Mountains, which could claim to invoke more terror than he? It was the impossibility of her that was most alarming. No matter how far he flew or how fast he traveled, she was always there at the corner of his vision, shivering and pleading, and always alone.
Jonathon A ElliottPublished about a year ago in FictionSilver Line of Power
A fiery rain poured over my head at sunrise as the field artillery fired from the other side, sending their led balls hurdling towards us. All I wanted was to get out alive. This dreadful war was the worst thing I had gone through. It was worse than when three of my cousins died the same day of cholera. If only the South would just surrender. They were on the path to defeat, why delay the inevitable and cause more death. They called what we were doing ‘Northern aggression,’ but I had called what they were doing land theft. Jefferson Davis was the one who wanted to break off from the union, but maybe Lincoln could make a few concessions, give the South some of their own land in exchange for every slave and draftee on their side being freed. I had no preference as to which side won, I just hated fighting. I was no cowardly deserter though. I had fought gallantly with my honor and integrity intact.
Alex H MittelmanPublished about a year ago in FictionIn Between Worlds
Sedjna woke before first light. Finding himself lying in a soft bed of needles, under the protective boughs of a conifer tree. He was cold and damp as everything was covered in morning dew. Rising to his feet to stretch the stiffness out of his joints, a shiver ran through his body that persuaded him to seek warmth. Unsure where he was, other than in the forest. It was dark when he entered. The blackness of the night sky was giving way towards dawn, some stars were still visible, yet obscured through the treetops. Turning in all directions he checked the horizon hoping to find where the sun might rise. As he looked through the shadowy dark figures of the forest canopy a sudden burst lit up that section of the twilight. He had never seen anything like it in his life. A faint ring remained at the site of the eruption, a glowing ball across the veil of the heavens.
Erik ubbinkPublished about a year ago in FictionAnderson's Prize
Winston lay weeping like so many times before. The toddler loved the woods so much his passion got ahead of him: he was alone. He looked this way and that - craving the sight of the mother he just left, and wept face down in the leaves. In the never-ending forest, nothing else mattered but mommy. Not the sunlight beaming upon his face, not the perfect October afternoon, not even the brilliant color fall held around the curled little boy. He shook, a helpless baby sobbing in a wild, foreign world. Yet, the pitiful sound was carried by the breeze, and heard by the most unlikely creature imaginable.
Aaron Michael GrantPublished about a year ago in Fiction