Adventure
The Scaled Child
The child showed no fear as the shadow passed over it, cut through low hung clouds and returned to engulf this frail body in ultimate darkness. Indeed, the child merely reached out towards the leathery wings, the sharpened talons, the heat expelling from the nostrils. Sometimes the prey doesn't recognize the predator and this seemed to vex the dragon. It stood upright and beat heavy wings until the branches shuddered and the leaves fell. The child rolled backwards and came up laughing. The dragon, becoming enraged, tested it further, bringing one great golden eye within orbit of the child's face, blinking slowly until the lizard like iris revealed vague eons of a dominant species. The child merely saw itself in that domed reflection and smiled. The dragon sniffed at it to which the child let out a great sneeze, sending a gout of snot across the dragon's scales. It recoiled in disgust. It could eat this thing here and now and be done with it. It had done far worse for lesser transgressions. Yet something about this child made it appear bigger than the mere morsel it might offer the beast. It brought a claw down around the child, three talons encasing it like a prison cage. Then, careful not to tear the precious flesh of the babe, it scooped it up, clumps of earth and all and carried it through the air towards a cave in the distance. What sounds the child could be heard to make seemed almost joyous in nature.
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Fiction
The Witch, the Dragon, and the Orphan. (Chapter 1)
CHAPTER 1 When Fumre the Adored found me as a toddler it changed my life forever, I was orphaned. I never knew why my parents abandoned me. It wasn’t until I came into my own magickal talents that I knew why they abandoned me. The locals were always afraid of the unknown as magick seemed to die out over time. The untold arts seemed to gain as the belief seemed to grow as well. No one knew why until everyone saw dragons and the looming darkness in the air shift.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Fiction
Time Over and Again, Final Chapter
To start from the first chapter, click here. To read the previous chapter, click here. Len sat shaking in the empty field, with nothing and no one around to distract him away from himself any longer. His eyes filled with tears and he wiped them away only for them to fill again. Again and again and again and again. None of them would bring him back.
By Tanner Linares3 years ago in Fiction
Glamma Gigi's Unfortunate Timing
Imagine looking for your grandma and finding her floral caftan with matching pink furry slippers, the floral citrus smell of Channel #5 still hanging in the air meandering along the trail of brilliant zinnias all the way to the hot tub. Then imagine the evidence, a struggle, indentations in the St. Augustine signaling an awful sordid event that took all the sunshine right out of the sunshine state. Then there was my Pop, what would he do now without her?
By Lana Broussard3 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Crossing
It's quite hard to leave what one considers home and move on to another and start life anew. This is a story with such a familiar scene that all would say is just like a dream. However, the ones who are starting a new life are not humankind but instead another beyond our cosmic time. The lives that are leaving come from a planet in dire need of help with little to guide them, and no plan ahead. They leave each their own without friends and assistance, but fate may just grant some a chance of a lifetime.
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Fiction
Mud Takes Two
It all began on a quiet autumn morning, with nothing to do but stare out into nothing. Two young kids were wanting some excitement so they went to their parents and asked them a question. They asked if it would be possible for them to go out on their ATVs since it had rained the previous night and the ground was a giant mud puddle just waiting to be enjoyed. Their parents didn't mind and gave them the okay, so with hearts full of anticipation for their newest adventure they set off on their vehicle of choice.
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Fiction
Erika's flame
Ingrid: The high priest's altar was one of the few structures in Skjult that wasn't crumbling to dust. It was a square structure with lined columns masquerading as Grecian. I wanted to smash it when I was younger, when I glimpsed the bowl of coloured stones for the third time. When my sister was choosing with me. But my mother had shushed me, her pale hands trembling and we had made the long walk up and took a stone.
By Mhairi Campbell 3 years ago in Fiction
