Adventure
A Twisted Ride
A twist of fate tested the metal of my marriage the night of the carnival. Sirens rose from outside the midway amidst the cacophony of the ding, ding of the Water Gun Race, thuds from Whack-a-Mole, calliope music, and whoops of victory from the Ring Toss. Happiness prevailed as fun seekers laughed, consumed sausages and cakes, and dared the next thrill ride. I loved the excitement of a good carnival.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
The Tiragan Prophecy
Prologue There was a time, long ago, where the skies were ruled by the dragons. Thousands of years ago, the earth was populated by many species, but none as powerful and domineering as the dragon. The great fire breathing beasts were separated by two factions: the Kalugu and the Paruntu. These two species of dragons had fought against each other for generations, forging fabled battles that the people of the land would chronicle via stories, hieroglyphics, cave paintings, and statues. These wars saw lands become obsolete, despaired, and changed forever. When one of these legendary beasts would perish in a battle, their carcasses would eat into the ground, causing a pool of fire and lava to form, and creating the landscape where the carcasses decayed to becoming what we now call today as volcanoes. The carcasses were like seeds to the formation of volcanoes, and that is why certain regions of the world have an influx of these lava spewing mountains (due to the high concentration of dragons in those areas).
By Birithivy Yogaratnam3 years ago in Fiction
Tears of Fire
The warrior clambered over the large boulder, stumbling onto the unpaved path that coiled around the mountaintop. As he shuffled to his feet, the air was rent asunder by the dragon’s rage-filled roar. An inferno blasted out of the dragon’s mouth and engulfed the mountaintop plateau in a blink. The showdown was inevitable, realized the warrior, with trembling knees. His heart thrashed against his chest, and his shivering body made the metal armor rattle. Overhead, dark clouds of smoke rose ominously…suspended over the mountaintop…harbingers of fire and brimstone looming above. The warrior’s resolve faltered as his knees buckled. His armored hand fell on a large stone to keep him from reeling over.
By Fezan Javed3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Subroutine
DRAGON searches for a way to die. He soars above the Titanium Forest, a ruined collection of skyscrapers and roads and human debris that had once been a city. Wild wheatgrass sprouts from every crevice in concrete and metal, climbing the towers inch by inch on its way to reclaim the realm of sky that once belonged to ancient trees.
By Addison Horner3 years ago in Fiction
Moments of Clarity
The sun sets as a lone fisherman lies asleep in a dinghy out at sea, an empty beer can in one hand and a photo in the other. The photo consisting of newlyweds dressed in all white with the groom in a Canali tuxedo and the bride in a David’s Bridal gown. The bride smiles with her head laying down on the groom’s chest, their hands in front showing the rings of their union. The photo had been in the fisherman’s hands ever since leaving his affair with an escort he visits routinely to this day. After bar hopping, they stumbled towards a dock where his dinghy nearly floats away from a loosely tied knot.
By Shatanya Sche3 years ago in Fiction
“The Prison, the Prober, and the Proof”
Returning to consciousness this time took every bit of mental effort that Kah’terra could muster. Part of him wanted so badly to remain in the Cathedral that it was like dragging an anchor against the rest of his will. But he held true to the desire to see his comrades again, and eventually, he began to gain an awareness of his surroundings.
By David White3 years ago in Fiction
Raised By a Dragon
Raised By a Dragon Tobias awoke to the thunderous noise in the distance. His massive head rose to sniff the air. Anger grew in his breast as the scent of his age-old foe drifted to his sensitive nostrils. Somewhere, outside his cavern were men. Not only men but men of war for he could smell the unmistakable scent of iron and steel mixed with the blood of men and beast alike. The noise that had awoken him was the noise of battle, steel upon steel, and the twang of bows and crossbow strings. Other sounds came with those of battle. The soft whimpering of women and children. In all his days, he had never encountered another creature with as little respect for life as the race of men. Even Tobias’ bloodthirsty cousins, before they were driven into exile within the bowels of the earth, could not compete with the brutality and vicious nature of the race of men.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Fiction
Silverwings and Small One
I have never in my life liked humans, or human children; a fact that still stands true today. Humans are filthy, loud, disgusting creatures, and their offspring are even louder and filthier. It is for this reason that I chose my Dwelling-Place as far from humans as possible. My forest was once a calm, quiet place; filled with fatted deer good for hunting, and clean, clear water for drinking and swimming in. I very much like the water, as it cools my scales when my Spark grows too hot. If I had it my way, I would curl up in the bottom of my Pool and lie there forever... but Small One would never allow it.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
