Adventure

Pandoran
Reminiscence Chalim was old, but his eyes were much older. Each wrinkle in his valleyed face held a story. experienced much at the end of the third age and the beginning of the fourth. He recently gave up his partisan spear, a loyal guard to the King for nearly eighty-eight years now. His ability with a weapon was no longer a measure of significance but then again, he hadn’t ever been much of a soldier as much as he was living history, he was one of the only remaining heroes left to tell the tale.
By Greatercandle4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Rights and Wrongs
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But just because there weren't, didn't mean that there shouldn't." "That's dumb," a bored, clear voice cut through the classroom. "You're dumb."
By Uighur Abdulla4 years ago in Fiction
END OF THE LINE
The thing you repeatedly hear when you are waiting at the bus station, is the constant swooshing of air brakes, and squealing of tires as the heavy busses maneuver on the slick asphalt pavement.
By Eladio Del Castillo4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Blood
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Aunor Gilje quickly thought of that fact as he looked up into the heavens and could not remove the smell of charred and burned flesh from his very nostrils. He fought the urge to wretch as he turned himself over onto his side and tried in vain to quell the thrumming behind his eyes. What has become of my home? What is going on? What of the others that I was just with? The thoughts plagued Aunor’s mind as he forced himself onto trembling and weak legs. If the sensation of heat that seemed to come from all directions around him was not answer enough, a quick glance gave the young man all the answers that he had been searching for.
By Savier Silva4 years ago in Fiction
Quest of A Reluctant Adventurer
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Yet, to his surprise, there were at least five spotted in a week. This wasn't the most strange thing that Crispin had come across in months. Far from it if he was going to be honest. But, it was still something to be surprised about. And he wasn't entirely sure to whom he needed to tell about it. Or if it was something to be worried about. Yes, there were more dragons than he'd ever seen in his lifetime. Some of which looked as if they were nearly full grown.
By Raphael Fontenelle4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunted
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Dragons had been extinct for years, and although there used to be dragons roaming the land, the land had been void of them for so long. There weren't always dragons in the valley, until one cold winters day started to change the world as we know it.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of the Dragons
The Valley of the Dragons “There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But of course, you know that don't you. That is to say, obviously, there have been dragons in the valley since the dawn of time but that’s hardly the same thing, is it? Anyway, what’s important now is that you are here… now, quite silly of you to have been here next week, you would think a candidate of your qualifications would not make such a clumsy error but we won’t hold that against you. You brought your bonafides with you I am sure, may I see them?”
By Christopher Rees4 years ago in Fiction
A tale of Dragons
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” her father’s voice echoes through her thoughts as Aurora traverses the mountainous terrain. She looks up at the towering Mt. Aure with trepidation. Her village elders may think she’s ready for the journey but she’s not so sure.
By Cody Adams4 years ago in Fiction
The Awakening
When does that day come when you wake up and look in the mirror to see a stranger looking back at you? That day when what you once saw yourself as, is no longer looking back at you in the mirror? Does it creep up on your gradually or is it one day you wake up and see a stranger looking back at you? For me, I guess, it was a gradual process, without me really catching the signs. That is, until that day I looked into my partners face in the wee morning hours before he awoke to think to myself, "When did he start to age". It was not even a month ago he looked as young as the day we met, or was it longer? What has taken over the face of the love of my life? It was then when I realized, oh my, I wonder how many mornings he watched on while I slept and wondered the exact same thing.
By Alex Trufia4 years ago in Fiction
Rony and His Corpses
I've been inspired to write this short story by all the dark & mystic Tim Burton movies I've seen till now, especially Edward Scissorhands and Corpse Bride. I would say this story is a mixture of being hurt and being loved by the same person.
By Alex Trufia4 years ago in Fiction
Pity Me Not
“Put your good boots on,” Sherah snapped, at her young brother. “Got us a bad man, needs t’ be kilt.” The boy answered to Kemuel; it was a Biblical name, as was her own. He was just turned ten, three years younger than his sister, and nearly as stubborn as she was. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and bounced upright in his bed, glaring in bewilderment and irritation.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
The Miners: Part 2
Even still, Henry's comment rankled him. Not because he was thinking about stealing; although, he certainly considered himself capable of doing just that if he wanted to. No, the fact that it was being used this way was almost more upsetting than Henry's comment. It felt like cheating.
By Penned by Ria4 years ago in Fiction