Adventure
Lessons In Spoken Flame
Part 1: Lovers Painted Blind Two bodies entwined in rhythmic centrifuge thump against damp earth, flattening over clover blossoms and weevils in their rapturous downhill wake. The young lovers barrel into a woodpile near the edge of Feeding Forest, where none, at all, were permitted. Never.
By Jessica Berkmen3 years ago in Fiction
Lesson of the Iguana
Half asleep high on the glittering granite outcrop, the Giant Iguana surveyed its’ territory. An obsessiveness stirred in her. In her two hundred years of life this place had been whittled down from tens of thousands of acres to this 80-acre picnic reserve and forest over which she presided with intent. It was just after first light, and as the sun’s rays rested on this spot for around an hour for most of the warm seasons she could beat the picnickers by a few hours. It was the sunny days in winter that had provided the past encounters she’d had with the occupants of Boclyde and Industria, because in Winter she sometimes needed to sun herself late into the morning. Her favourite spot overlooked the river of moss green water that cut a wide swathe between Boclyde and Industria.
By Daniella Libero3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Who Found His Way
Chp1: Deep within a mysterious forest, a group of explorers hired by an anonymous benefactor set off on a perilous adventure through its unexplored depths. Confused at the purpose of such a dangerous voyage, the explorers debated the identity of their anonymous benefactor for some time.
By Anthony Morgante3 years ago in Fiction
A prelude to a war
The throbbing forest was cleared in a heartbeat as he slowly approached the source of the wailing that had been screeching in his ears for too long. He had not resorted to breathe. Rain has been absent for a while and the forest was dry as bone. Fire is tempting but fire is chaos. His throat swelled up and he could feel his blood boil and the path beneath his feet light up in bright orange, but he kept his mouth sealed tight. Tendrils of smoke spat out from his nostrils and fed smoke to the canopies of trees that weren’t lucky enough to evade his approach. His claws dug deep into the ground as he walked as gently as he could.
By Sam Wijesinghe3 years ago in Fiction
The Child of TIme
He must have had a reason. No ship had ever arrived on the shores of Arthénátou on purpose. Not that any sailor with half the intelligence of a newborn Pixie would ever want to. The labyrinthian archipelago was said to have formed from the persistently active volcano, spewing fire and molten lava to form snaking islands of rare stones. The Mortals also believed this to be why the islands were constantly shrouded in a film of steam. Getting close to the volcanic island in the heart of the archipelago was often so hot sailor’s sweat would begin to evaporate from their face. Fear of their insides boiling along with the ocean kept them at bay. Centuries had gone by, and this fear alone had been effective enough. Lucrative trade with neighboring shores took a few days longer, but any merchant with a modicum of regional knowledge would take the time over losing their merchandise and possibly their ship.
By Jared W.E.3 years ago in Fiction
Irelia
A quiet calm surrounded the queen Ariata upon walking through the portal. Ears still ringing from the clash of battle left behind in her own world, the stillness of the air made her pounding heart seem louder. She took a quick glance back to make sure the way was closed, then stumbled forward, falling to her knees. The heavy bundle wrapped securely around her chest began to stir at the sudden impact. “Shh now my child,” she crooned softly, “you are safe.” Her blood soaked hands shook while she delicately unwrapped the girl, revealing large grey eyes and a head of jet-black hair.
By Janaya Buehre 3 years ago in Fiction
Five Winters
The toddler in tattered clothing, soaked and scared, is running through the thicket with only the adolescent thought of protection. He holds his small bunny away to get her as far as possible from the comparatively monstrous boars charging behind. Only the dexterity and weight difference keep the toddler ahead as they’re forced to propel their thick hides and gnarled tusks over fallen trunks.
By J. Arthur Collins3 years ago in Fiction
A 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.
By Jessica Barker3 years ago in Fiction
