Young Adult

The Severshold Trilogy: Book One - Endira
Prologue There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Although, it had been an arcadian and idyllic paradise when they had ruled, for The Great Principa Rerum was not a land meant for men to inherit.
By Tyra Garrett4 years ago in Fiction
The Awakening of the Winged Ones
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Yet here we are, a fortnight into this unusual, unprecedented resurrection. We've been told countless tales of the dragons and their destructive ways. These tales were handed down for generations from our elders. Old, withered up family members who cackle as witches, while we listen and squirm as small children. We're forced to listen to their scary tales and yarns they spin about the infamous, dubious dragon species.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Fiction
I Almost Lived My Life
One of the corrections officer’s comes to grab me from my cell to take me to the visitor’s lounge to see my mom and my 2 year-old daughter, Eva. My release date is just in a few days so we’ll need to discuss the arrangements of them picking me up. He puts the handcuffs on and we make our way to the visitors lounge. As we’re walking away from my cell I realize how accustomed I’ve becomed to all the nasty smells of the prison and begin to imagine what the outside world will be like again. To walk into a clean bedroom with the bed made and a scented candle lit. Thirty months of prison food changes you. I’ve spent every night of the last several months imagining myself eating pizza or a juicy steak. We arrive at the visitors lounge where I already see my mother and daughter waiting at one of the tables. The officer takes the handcuffs off and I walk up to their table to hug them immediately. Regardless of what we’ve been through, I appreciate her getting me a lawyer that reduced six months off my sentence.
By Olivia Villafane4 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad Of Vallony Vignacious
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Always had monsters of course, but none strong enough to be a proper tyrant. Back in the old days, the Valley was overrun by idiotic heroes blundering after petty monsters. Guess who was worse. The local monster causing mischief? Nope. Worse was the parade of shiny smiles and swords who sojourned to our Valley just looking for trouble; who fretted constantly over their "hero image" but never showed a jot of concern about property-damage.
By Christopher Fin4 years ago in Fiction
Mourning Glory
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Now we go to school there. It’d been neutral territory during the war among the dragon-mages, so it seemed like a good location to try and bridge the gap. The queens then had to send out some trusted, not likely to kill each other dragon-mages to remove the noma. After that those dragon-mages became professors and were responsible for building Dracaena Academy. The whole idea was that raising the once warring tribes together might start healing the rifts. By the time we start at the Academy, we pretty much have a handle on changing between human and dragon forms, but flying and other magics are still unexplored until that first year. I kind of miss that. The complete joy of the first successful flight or spell. Today is the first day of my last year. Of course, if Mother doesn’t stop sending me on piddly errands, I am going to be late. I grab the linens she sent me after and rush back to our quarters. Mother is in the solar when I arrive.
By Tiki4 years ago in Fiction
Hearts of Hell: Abandoned
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, not since the Powers of Great fell in the hands of the North, leaving the Valley a cursed place for the Abandoned. They will not believe him I recited to myself over and over again, trying to calm my nerves. Unsure if the bile rising in my throat was from the fear of the deal about to be made, or the pungent smell coming from the drunkards who sat near.
By Fatimah KamaL Sheikh-Omar4 years ago in Fiction
Brinwood Star Series Pt.1
Football Commentator: Hello ladies and gentlemen we are live at Brinwood high for the game of the year where things have come down to the wire. With 10 seconds left, Brinwoods’ star player must bring it all the way home with this kick return for the win.
By Jordan Bruton4 years ago in Fiction
The Uloralie Plains
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley," Eothyn says gently, closing his eyes in thought. "My father – our father, told me so often and so fondly about his travels along what used to be called the Uloralie Plains." He points out through the trees and brush, giving way to a sheer drop off the mountainside the four friends are perched upon. They overlook onto pale green rolling hills and in the far, misty distance, remains a blackened site of ill repute. A line, in essence, a border, stretching easily from one side of the plains to the other and much further beyond.
By J. Arthur Collins4 years ago in Fiction
Longing Call
I’ve always been in love with my close friend Sarah. Ever since we were friends in high school, I’ve felt this way. Her gentle smile, her delightful laugh, just everything about her. I knew I was in love with her – I always looked forward to attending school, I always hoped that the notifications on my phone were from her, and I admittedly got jealous when other guys made moves on her or got too comfortable around her. But I knew that for her, friends were all we were. No more feelings were attached, and quite frankly, I was okay with that as well. We spent a lot of time together – we were the iconic duo at school, and people knew as such. We finished each other’s sentences, went wherever the other went, and we knew what the other was thinking without saying a single word. And this was how it was – just the closest of friends, struggling through high school and life.
By Albert Lee4 years ago in Fiction
Do You Believe in Dragons?
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Growing up in a low-income housing project in New York City as a young Asian-Hispanic kid, the thought of dragons within my neighborhood was as foreign as the combination of my ethnicity. Yet my Asian father, Yiu Hon, always expressed great patience in explaining to my mom, Patricia and me the importance and benevolence of dragons. It did not matter to Yiu Hon that few residents in our neighborhood understood the importance of dragons.
By Anthony Chan4 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Burns
" There weren't always dragons in the valley, no darkness ever blinded my view, my heart yearned to be burned in the flames, a fire started by you...". Asya sang in a semi-sweet, water-logged voice from behind the translucent blue shower curtain. She closed her eyes and allowed the hard water of the shower to hit her face and distort the sounds of the words coming from her plum-shaded, full lips. She really enjoyed her long showers although her grandparents would often get on her about “taking entirely too damn long and using up all the hot water in there.” She didn’t care one bit about that though, she loved being in the water and often fantasized about being some fairy creature, blissfully bathing under an enchanted moonlit waterfall somewhere in the woods. She often got lost in her imagination like that and would sometimes spend an hour or more just standing in the tub pretending to be anywhere but there. She bobbed her head back & forth and used the soap as a microphone while serenading the rusty old shower head on the wall with her raspy vocals and nude performance. She knew she was not much of a singer, but that didn't stop her from singing at the top of her lungs when she thought no one was around. By this point her long locks of black hair had become a tangled mass of soapsuds and bubbles that started to leak down her long eyelashes and eventually into her large brown eyes. She painstakingly tried to wipe the soap from her eyes while fiddling around the sudsy smooth tiles of the wall to find the shower knob. Had it not been for the metal guard rail on the shower wall her Grandpa installed earlier that year, Asya would have slipped on all that soap and surely bust her ass in the shower by now.
By Amore Massages 4 years ago in Fiction
Apocalypse: Thirst for Blood
Blurb One bite and your fate is sealed; you will die and be reborn a monster. When the streets get overrun by mindless vampires, the people must fight for their lives to survive. Friends turn into foes; innocents become the evil-doers; the hunted become the hunters. No one is safe.
By Rahma Abdel Bari4 years ago in Fiction