Adventure
The Infant and The Dragon
The world we know today is covered in man-made monstrosities made of metal and glass. This is not how the world used to be, and this is not how the world appears on one warm Autumn night, deep in the forest surrounding Mount Somers. This night took place back when homes were still built chiefly of wood and there was no such thing as electricity or indoor plumbing. Most people lived in small villages with their homes built as close to each other as possible for protection as the times were not safe for the average person. Not everyone was like the rest, and there is one, in particular, that was far from average.
By Elizabeth Townsend3 years ago in Fiction
Tetra
Rainbow prisms reflected the sun in a thousand colors that few could envision as her winged body climbed vertically up the mountain ridge. Tetra eyed her shadow, an antithesis of reality, cast on the rocky slope. An oval body, devoid of light, with ridiculous short wings, serpentine neck, and long tail pulsed black up the same mountainside like an evil twin. The sheep in her talons resembled a black bag with kicking feet. The baa’s of panic, feathered by the blast of rushing air, signaled her prizes had survived the journey. Generalissimo, the quartermaster, would be pleased. Tetra was certain the ewe was pregnant.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
The Silver Blood and the Last Dragon
It was a warm and starry night in the forest. The moon and stars were shining over the space between the pine trees like a light bulb, bringing all of the vegetation into the spotlight, for all to see. Only a light breeze was swimming along the trees and vegetation, as everything else stood still.
By Pircalabu Stefan3 years ago in Fiction
“Deception, Devotion, and Destruction”
The largest asteroid orbiting Xira Glowing Five had been known as a pirate haven for decades, but no one had ever bothered to mount a sufficient naval force to take them out. One of the reasons for such reluctance was the rumor that the asteroid had some sort of ancient defensive system that could destroy any ship up to a four-decker in size without firing a shot. No admiral had bothered to challenge that rumor. Without a major fleet effort, the only way into the maw of the defenses was to sneak in as a pirate yourself.
By David White3 years ago in Fiction
Waiting Between Worlds
Taraji stared at the magnificent carving covered in vibrant paints of a dragon and a little Waif. The only illumination under cover of darkness inside the hollow musty space. The figures would slowly come to life, telling a story. The golden beast gawked at the child and then swallowed her gently. She slid down his rough tongue, plucking his serrated teeth like a harp. His entrails danced about as the little one giggled. Fire and blood rocked her back and forth; her ginger hair singed by the dragon's breath.
By Aundriel Washington3 years ago in Fiction
On the Edge of Rose River
1 – The Rose Birger dropped from the clouds silently, his scales gleaming with condensation. He enjoyed the feeling of the mist on his face as he flew through the dark mass of water vapor. Soon the clouds would let loose a torrent of rain, bright streaks of lightning, and rolling thunder that will shake the earth. Birger could feel it as he flapped his massive wings and filled his eyes with the beautiful country before him. The sun was trying to break through the clouds, and even managed to shine through for a few short minutes.
By Floyd Doolittle3 years ago in Fiction
The Greenwood Saga
She couldn't remember the first time she woke, in the Greenwood. The years had robbed her of those memories long ago, when her kind were young and naive. She was neither of those things anymore. The sun was warm and invigorating as it streamed through the canopy of leaves overhead. She could feel it warm her body in intermittent clusters of life across her serpentine form. She loved to bask in its warm rays in the clearing nearby on hot summer days like this one, but not today.
By Kfa_Wolfbane3 years ago in Fiction
Protected By Death
"Finally," Catherine Dawson said to herself as the Long Island Rail Road (LIRR) train to Farmingdale she was on announced her stop. Minutes later, the train stopped at the right stop, and the door opened. Pulling a small Ziplite Lime-green Samsonite suitcase behind her, relief etched on her face. She eases towards the exit.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
