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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
From the Desk of Prof. Foeul
Dear Dr. Boulitan, I must extend my utmost appreciation for the time you have given me with the included pages. I have taken pains to translate them into the common tongue as near to their original meaning as possible. Many pages of the journal were far too degraded for analysis, as I am certain you suspected. As requested, I have included all my notes. I am uneasy at that last request, and I do hope you will consider returning them to me once your manuscript has been published. Regardless, I look forward to our future collaborations. And do keep me in mind should any more pieces from this period come into your possession.
By JR Young4 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
Tale 1: The Third Night (Prophecy)
To nameless bards and storytellers whose words have been my guideposts. No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach the darkest depths. (C. G. Jung, “Aion”)
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
Swan Lake
Life without music would be a mistake - Fredrich Nietzsche Chapter 1 The Present
By ChristopherWrites4 years ago in Fiction
The Witch's Brew
Ethel was old. Old old, older than this town, older than living memory. No one really knew how old, as she replied with the same thing every time she was asked: “Now, you know it isn’t polite to ask a lady her age!” You wouldn’t know it, looking at her. She looked to be maybe in her late sixties, soft wrinkles and a tumultuous cloud of curly gray hair peeking out from veils in every shade of the rainbow. She liked to match her veils to her socks, said it “tied everything together.” She knitted each sock herself, blindingly fast, or else used her beloved enchanted needles. She would set them up and let them go as she busied herself with the customers in her coffee shop downstairs.
By Cheshire4 years ago in Fiction
The Warning and the Decay
ABOUT THE NOVEL THE LAST HUMAN IN THE MILKY WAY In 2021 I wrote the first 30+ chapters of my novel The Last Human in the Milky Way. Then I took a break for a few months from writing the novel. Now I have started to resume writing the story of The Last Human in the Milky Way, and am both excited and happy to be writing again.
By Øivind H. Solheim4 years ago in Fiction
Sanctum Awakening
Fluoress A crack in her wall. Strange...it hadn’t been like this a minute ago. Wait, was it? She had only been awake for a few minutes, so there wasn’t much time to examine any walls. However, she was quite positive that the crack was not there a few minutes ago. Her eyes, veiled by petal-like hair, focused on the crack, wondering about it as she sat in silent thought. A single ray of sunlight hit the grey toned skirt that made up her visible body, leading her to realize just how late in the day it was. Well, time to get up.
By Samantha Rhyalynn Hendrix4 years ago in Fiction
Entangled lives
“Howard! Have you seen my necklace?” A delicate voice rang out from the last door on the right. The silver bell of a voice was paired with a silver bell of a woman. The voice was accompanied by the sounds of brushing her long silky pale hair that shined like the full moon glowing at the highest point in the summer night skies. A soft diaphanous dressed woman sat at her vanity looking over herself for the hundredth time this evening. She was dressed in pale blues and greys that melted into one another when she moved. Her skin looked like porcelain without a bump, crease, or wrinkle out of place. Her face was long and slender but not without its beauty. Her hair was a pale yellow that glowed in the light. Part of it fell down her shoulder blade, like silk on her satin skin. The other part was held up being prepared for the late evening routine.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Fiction
In Plain Sight
In spontaneous realization I became aware of my rather unbecoming manner of questioning, some might say I smelled blood, I on the other hand was merely enjoying the sport of the hunt. Unjustly but consequently, I had earned the moniker of Boy Scout for an unusual talent, as well as reserving judgment and comment until a pivotal point was reached.
By MN4 years ago in Fiction
Emergence
CHAPTER ONE Mathanera, The Duchess of Brahn was a mere seventeen-year-old girl. She sat alone in her study with nothing but sorrow on her face. She was alone now. She had no family left. She had come into her position less than six months ago when her brothers both mysteriously vanished.
By Dorothy Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Mitigating Circumstances
Chapter 1 Day 1 – New York City “It will be a great place if they ever finish it.” - O. Henry Mike Gulf arrived at Best-Ride’s shop in North Bergen, New Jersey, at 6:00 a.m. and said good morning to several of his fellow drivers. He proceeded to replenish supplies required for his tour and performed a routine safety check. Mike grabbed a cooler and filled it with ice to load bottles of water and various flavors of soda he planned on selling to the passengers as the trip progressed. By 6:30 a.m. he was headed for the Lincoln Tunnel and downtown Manhattan.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction