Young Adult

The Scaleless
Is that the glow of another village burning? The end of so many lives, for what? Greed? Religion? Or the most atrocious, because of the tones of their skin. I will never understand these horrible beasts. The scaleless. What cruel god made them? What cruel god could have left them to their own devices? They deserve to be abandoned, maybe that is what their god did. Who would blame them? I sure wouldn't.
By David Brandy4 years ago in Fiction
The Forest Dragon's Heart
The Forest Dragon sensed a stirring, a presence in the woods that was not native to its territory. The mushrooms were concerned, the moss had a complaint, the twigs were chittering all about it, the insects didn't know whether to be awe-filled or awfully annoyed. As sovereign of this land, the dragon would surely take care of the issue, one way or another. With a stretch of wings and a slither of scales, the ground rumbled in its wake. Ready, if needed, to intimidate.
By Ellen Stedfeld4 years ago in Fiction
Arthur, Brother of Dragons
Bahamut, king of the dragons, examined a chest half hidden in a hollow tree, covered with branches and leaves. The hurried disguise would have tricked many passers-by if it wasn’t for the foul odor coming from inside. The dragon sniffed at the air and listened. Whoever had hidden the chest here had left hours ago. Bahamut lifted the lid and was met by an ear-splitting scream.
By James Nicholas Adams4 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Woods
Cecily threw a waterskin into the sack, blanket, clean shift, linens for Val. She tried not to hesitate, moving swiftly from one side of the little room to the other, deciding quickly what of their lives was essential, what must be let go. Her hand shook as she counted the money in her purse, enough it would have to be enough.
By Annie Gibson4 years ago in Fiction
Qapkas. Second Place in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge. Top Story - November 2022.
Everything was orange, starting with the trees that ringed the clearing: aspen, birch, cottonwood, maple, and the larches whose needles paled to gold in the Fall.
By Jennifer A. G.4 years ago in Fiction
Milo
Tumbling, falling, rocks digging. Everything is a blur, I’m falling too fast. Just a mass of green speeding by me on my descent.
By MainelyWriting 4 years ago in Fiction
The Foundling and His Keeper
It looked rather like a dog. It was about that size, at least, and crawled on four legs. It wore a wrought iron collar, which chafed so that the soft hide below its jaw had all shed and lymph sat slick on the raw flesh. That bothered it little now. Now its fetter was broken, and embers were on the air. It was cold, but the winter chill held small sway. The season was dry and dead leaves sat in tall heaps like the bulbs of an hourglass on the forest floor, growing all the time. The whole thing was poised to go up. Tinder for a thousand-thousand oak trunks swirling into one unending firestorm. It had to get out. Flames were something it had never mastered. It had shunned fire ever since its skin blistered under the hot brand behind the auction block. Fire was something to be feared and certainly was an unwelcome sight even as it crackled from the wagons of the covetous menfolk in disarray behind it. “Away” was the only thought that hung in its mind. Upwind and quickly.
By Andrés4 years ago in Fiction
Doom, Boom, and the Baby
"It's alive." "It's awake." "It blinked." "I saw." Doom and Boom stared at the tiny bundle of cloth, trying to decide what course of action to take. As always, they were of two minds on the matter. This wouldn't be such a problem, except that their two minds shared one body. To take any action, they would need to agree. However, until a consensus could be reached, both would be stuck doing nothing but looking, listening, and—of course—talking.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist4 years ago in Fiction
Zhane & Vitani Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Zhane joins a gang. It was the end of 4th period, and everyone was going to lunch. Zhane was putting his stuff in his locker when his friend Tommy showed up.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Moon
Bejeng knew how to follow tears like breadcrumbs through the forest; the dragon could smell them miles away from the terrace of the ornate temple that overlooked the misty forest hills. His white and golden scales shimmered as he raised his head, nostrils flaring toward the dense green below, like all the times before. The human sitting next to him continued to doze in the warmth despite the movement as Bejeng rose. Most of the crowd that began to congregate in front of the Gates within the temple had stopped caring when the dragon returned with another townsperson, solemnly accepting the unstoppable tragedy like an unbreakable earthquake that sucks the world around them. They sat on the marble floor, waiting for The Gates to open and mumbling to each other in hushed voices. No laughter resonated through the walls, and no tears were shed either, just a fog of confusion and detachment misting their minds and allowing them to drift off into their heads, impartial to the newcomers.
By Marya Pettingill4 years ago in Fiction
Little Blue
she touched my breast with her Rough hands. The same hands I had caught a glimpse of her grip the basketball with. I watched as she plow past the girls on the court. I was nervous about when she asked me on a Date, all those times in the locker room after games did she feel my stares…Tiffaney wrote in her diary eager to fill the pages with juicy details of her first date with a Female… Sam liked Tiffaney before she got exposed as a Lesbian. Now since Tiffany was known for the Rainbow lifestyle Sam was confident enough to ask her out for a date.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 years ago in Fiction
The Serpent Sign
Long past the Age of Dragons, well into the Era of Man, two souls were born into a royal family on a moonless night. In the nation they were born, the coastal state of Aqentis, there was a superstition regarding twin births; a superstition hailing back to the nation’s genesis and its twin dragon rulers. It was said that the birth of twins was called the Serpent Sign. Once thought to be an augur of good fortune, it is now considered an ill omen, heralding a disaster to that bloodline. On that moonless night, the princess of Aqentis, Niolandi, gave birth to twins: a girl and a boy.
By Chris Heller4 years ago in Fiction