Young Adult
The Seventeenth Summer
Chapter 1 The boys heard the sound of the vehicle long before they saw it. The deep, throaty, burble of the v-8 motor reverberated around the township, the sound bouncing off any solid surface, even before the vehicle itself had come around that last bend in the road before the shopping centre.
Mark 'Ponyboy' PetersPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe Dragon-Born and the Witch
It was very early in the morning when a small child, around the age of two, wandered off into the misty forest while their mother was outside tending to her herbs. The sunlight was just starting to peak through the tops of the trees while the ground was still eerily dark. At the edge of the trees fog was still visible as the sun hadn't yet touched it to disperse it in the first light and warmth of day. The mother was humming to herself a merry little tune as she went about her task. Her intuition began to itch that something was amiss and so looking up she noticed the child was nowhere in sight. It was common for her curious little one to wander off- after all, they were starting to take after their witch mother's own curious tendencies and were quite the independent child. However, she was always very strict to tell them that the forest was forbidden and off-limits for there were strange and mystical qualities about the forest, most of which were unknown. There were also rumors of a myriad of creatures living in it, of which many myths and legends arose among those who lived on their island, just off the coast of the mainland.
Caitlin PorterPublished 2 years ago in FictionWicked Delights
It’s strange how some things can seem so beautiful and gentle in one light, and yet so ugly and cruel in another. A forest might seem pleasant and inviting in the daytime with sunlight cascading through the breaches of the canopy to form amber shafts of heaven. Perhaps the trees would shake ever so slightly in the wind, rattling their arbor amusement at Mother Nature’s kind breath. In the night however that same forest might appear unsettling, what with the crescent moon peaking through the branches that now leered over those who would travel their lands in the hours of the unwaking.
Jacob SolaPublished 2 years ago in FictionTanwen Shatterscale
“I YIELD,” Tanwen screamed as she woke, dragged from her troubled dreams by a deep sense of foreboding. She shook her head violently as she rose, trying to quickly dispel the terrible images that had tormented her sleeping mind. Her younger sister’s fiery maw still filled her vision despite waking, and Tanwen shuddered at the thought of those dreams coming true. It had been years since she’d had a nightmare like that, and she wasn’t happy going through it once again. Tanwen liked to think she’d left thoughts of her sister and the rest of the clan behind, but clearly living apart from them for so long did little to dispel the emotions attached to them. Slowly, as she tried to move on, it dawned on her that the feeling of unease hadn’t lessened after waking. Tanwen glanced around, careful to keep her nictitating membranes closed against the glare of late afternoon sunlight that was filtering into her cave.
Mark (Mitch) WeilPublished 2 years ago in FictionEven Dragons have bullies.
“Next stop: 57th street and Fifth Avenue!” Greg Clawscar bellowed to nobody. The doors on the saddle-car slowly closed before he took off from Madison Avenue. With just a few strokes from his twin wings, he was able to lift himself, twelve tons of dragon, and the empty saddle-car strapped on his back up and over the quaint forest called Central Park.
Julian GrajalesPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe Beautiful Bird
The Beautiful Bird By Lyndsay Ryor Smykvyllycrys was hungry. Famished, honestly. Starving, really. The sheep that was yesterday’s breakfast had been naught but skin and bones and floof and hoof.
Lyndsay RyorPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe Tempest
Jeremy looked back as the storm roared, and a gust of wind smacked him in the face. As he stepped towards the rock-face ledge, he slipped and fell backwards, and was peppered with icy raindrops. Thunder crackled overhead, laughing at his splayed figure. Indignant, he clambered back upright, and stretched out his wings to shake the water off.
Jessica DamianiPublished 2 years ago in FictionNo Where They Could Run
Chapter 1 From The Eye and Ears of a Dragon A mother dragon was gathering food for feeding her newborn young when she found what appeared to be an abandoned toddler wondering alone in the forest. Immediately her motherly instinct was to take it and protect it from the robots or the male dragons, but out of fear that it was a trap she stopped herself. Robots were known for luring and trapping mother dragons so they could capture their babies only for them to never be seen again.
Ruby EstellePublished 2 years ago in FictionWarmth Without Fire
Argan the dragon was snoozing on his favourite cliff above the forest, where he sometimes caught the stray sheep which the fleshlings had grazing for a snack, one afternoon well into the summer. He loved this rock especially when it was summertime, as it was one of the few that caught the sun all the way through the sky rather than suffering from a late sunrise or an early sunset. Such were the woes of a lizard living in a valley. Why in the valley, I hear you asking? It's true that dragons are typically found inhabiting mountains, but I wonder if you knew that dragons are notoriously social creatures, and they make a great deal of their draconic abilities. A major feature of the dragon patriarchy is the ability to breathe fire, and Argan hadn't been able to do that for at least two summers.
Insinq DatumPublished 2 years ago in FictionCreases In The Fog
Upon the conclusion of September, one of many days when the Douglas fir and Sitka spruce dripped with rain, a wail rang out on the trail down to Chestermere.
Lark HanshanPublished 2 years ago in FictionAiza
Dusk darkened the canopy of the forest, giving the branches an appearance of hands reaching towards Aiza. Twigs snapped beneath her little feet as she crept through the shrubs toward a towering, grassy hill in the distance. Hope filled her chest. Perhaps there would be a cave, or at the very least, she would be able to see far enough to regain her path.
Kate SpeedyPublished 2 years ago in FictionMalenda
And there he was - a bare beast with taloned, varmint hands clawing at this young girl. Why, she was only 3 years of age. Her folds of fat, waiting to become longer limbs. Her teeth longing for a home in the crevices of that child's mouth, impatiently hoping to some day learn the word: Help.
Sophie WakefieldPublished 2 years ago in Fiction