Adventure
Illuminated Shadows Ch.3
Chapter Three 'My name is Luna, and as of 5 hours ago, I was sent to kill you. Now I am here to protect you.' I could not get these words out of my head. It was like a whirlwind of information that had just been dumped into my lap. I remember those last words before I lapsed into darkness, but now I am looking at the figure before me. Watching her was an enigma. She seemed so innocent when she slept but dangerous no matter how enchanting she looked in sleep.
By Alex Pierce4 years ago in Fiction
Cooking With Ted in the Apocalypse
This story is Ted Unger’s, but you must be made aware of why our expedition detoured, rather than proceeding directly to Marina Del Rey. We would agree to Isabella’s request, and even Jonesy would join us, the poor mutt. I bore a reluctance to even share what had transpired between Isabella and I, considering my momentary breakdown and our argument, but two things were necessary to communicate to you, the reader, the first being the acceptance of Jonesy the mutt as our ward, and the second, the origin point for what would become a fatal northerly trek.
By Alexander Ray Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Cooking With Ted in the Apocalypse
I do recall vividly the first time I saw him. It was passion made him sweat. A fire inside that desired nothing more than to engulf the earth, if only to prove it could. I do not just recall his tall and lean figure, nor the ferocity on his twisted face. A similar ferocity to the countenance encountered upon seeing him at his most demented. I recall many nights of observing his insanity and I bring them to my mind, some things enmired in fog, some things crisp as crystal or as sea water in exotic tropical climes.
By Alexander Ray Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Death meniscus
Lu Shougui of Huangniwan was over fifty, and his workmates called him an old man. What to shout is not tight, Lu Shougui can find a job on the cost of the old nose. The boss is right to be concerned. After all, construction sites are always high and low, so it is safer to use young people.
By Thu Hà Khương4 years ago in Fiction
Elris
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” he slurred. The drunk spun his half full mug across the wooden table, spilling it. Shouts of protest came from the table he was sitting at. The tavern inn was busy and Elris didn’t listen to the rest of his story. She made her way to the back counter.
By Shilo Marie4 years ago in Fiction
The people Prince
There weren't always Dragons in the valley. The elite, the king's top knights, beholden to his word alone. The Dragons were a sect that the Rebels avoided at all costs. Too many deaths followed wherever they marched. King Nathaniel had seen to it that his personal order were as cold hearted as himself.
By Sarah Casey4 years ago in Fiction
The Language of the Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That’s the story my Grandmother always tells me anyway. Once upon a time they lived far away until humankind came along. Humans kept pushing further out, grabbing up territory. They used up this land and moved on until they reached the Dragon’s homeland. There was peace for a time, but humankind’s desire to conquer and build pushed the dragons out. Seeing no other way, the Dragons sought revenge and to reclaim what was once theirs. Fire rained from the sky until an agreement was decided upon. We call it, “The Burnt Ashes Pact.” At least, that’s my Grandmother’s version of our history. That’s not exactly what they teach us in school.
By Kimberly Kookendoffer4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons of Zoe Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact, they have come rather recently – and we still don’t know what they want. After an initial conversation – although it was more of a wordless understanding – between me and the dragon-chief Raimil, two dozen or so of them had settled on the hilltops of the Ozern mountain range. Apart from a few small misunderstandings with flocks, dealings have been peaceful. I did not think it wise to force anything upon the dragons, and, seeing as they promised us no harm, we have contented to set up an observational outpost. I can’t help but wonder if all this is related to what King Joseph foresaw before he left us. As the prophecy goes:
By Sebastian Rudden4 years ago in Fiction
Everard's Tale
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. This much Prince Haiden knew. For one, it was warmer than they preferred. The dragons were believed to spend the bulk of their time farther north near the Pruin Peaks. There, the fire that burned in their bellies and coursed through their veins was tempered by the frosted air; the combination was said to keep them at their most comfortable, and most alert. It was also believed that the Valley was confining for the dragons. An expanse of fields, marshes, and low forests surrounded steep slopes was like an enlarged arena –– and while no dragons alive today had ever been forced into combat for sport, they, like men, inherited the horror stories of their ancestors.
By David Schwartz4 years ago in Fiction
