Fable

Nasitrlan Day
The fourth rounded moon after the third cycle of winter, a signal etched against the black of night surrounded by the gleam of speckled twinkles. A signal that would pronounce the day of holy celebration. The day the first dragon entered the earthly universe: Nasitrlan Day.
By James U. Rizzi3 years ago in Fiction
Níðhöggr
The winds rolled through the fields of Ithavoll, gently silenced in the hush of the treeline. There under the dim light of the cosmos he slithered and crept into the deep quiet.
By Jack Stoneman3 years ago in Fiction
The intelligence of dragons
How smart are dragons really? The question had pondered scholars for many years and it would elude them for many more, for humans are not great at seeing intelligence in other species.
By Patrick Turnbull3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Child
As a dragon, time is meaningless. Mountains rise and fall to me like the changing of the leaves. I have had to find new homes over time because the landscape around me has changed so much. However time still means nothing to me. I have never understood the fascination of the creatures who lived and died with how much they accomplish in their time. Perhaps it was being removed from the cycle of time and life that kept me from this fascination but it was not something I often thought of. However, something that I had spent much of my time on was medicine. I couldn't tell you why but I did. I knew the anatomy of every being that had ever lived as well as how to cure every plague or illness that had ever been.
By Josephine Mason3 years ago in Fiction
The Serpent and the Sage
The dragon was born in embers, It died in fire and darkness, It was reborn in in searing light, And it faded away in soot and ash.
By Jordyn B3 years ago in Fiction
Dagolin's Destiny
The cliff village was a rough and rugged place, where the winds howled through the crags and the rain beat against the rocky cliffs. The sky was always overcast, and the sun struggled to peek through the thick clouds that loomed overhead. The villagers lived in huddled wooden huts along the cliff edge, looking out over the tumultuous sea that beat against the shore far below.
By Arthur Impostore3 years ago in Fiction
Fairytale Ends
Once upon a time, there was a knight because there is always a knight. I don’t think I have to describe that guy to you because, honestly, they all look the same. They have blinding shiny armor that they make some poor esquire polish daily. They carry long swords that they sharpen every night like their masculinity depended on it. With every step they make, there is an annoying clinking sound, and every time they speak, there is nothing intelligent to be heard.
By Amanda Fernandes3 years ago in Fiction
Quintessence of Dust
And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne.
By Emily Marie Concannon3 years ago in Fiction
Satori and the Town of Great Fortune
The black dragon of magnanimity hermetically concealed itself amongst the tall trees. It observed the small boy alone in the middle of the forest and strategically followed the youngster as he continued to walk on the outskirts of the mysterious town called “Great Fortune.”. The Alchemist named Nirva gave these orders. After vigilantly watching, It suddenly flew right beside the boy.
By Anthony Weir 3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon of the Grand Wood
She had the universe in her eyes. Her deep purple irises, flecked with blue and gold, were full of the infinite wisdom passed down through the generations before her. How could a creature so ancient and beautiful come in a form so strange?
By Blake Holden3 years ago in Fiction
A Game of Tag
Teeth gnashed at the heels of a young Elias as he ran laughing through the forest. The ancient maw of the enormous reptile stalking after him did nothing to quiet the toddlers squeals of excitement. In the back of his mind he knew his mother must be frantically searching for him at the edge of the wood. It would never occur to her that he could be deep in the forest on such a grand adventure. Yet this small flicker of worry couldn’t pierce the crushing of twigs and laughter escaping Elias’s lungs at this new form of game. Vines sprung from the ground below, entangling his little legs and turning his waddle of a run into a tumble down a rather steep hill. Mud splattered his face as he fell, matting his curled, russet hair, and small cuts formed on his rosy cheeks as twigs scrapped against his face; yet the smile still held as he skidded to a stop.
By Elena Scaringe-Peene3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 71
The lady poodle that was laying down had curly and fluffy grey puffs on her body where poodles usually have them . The biggest difference was that the rest of her fur was tan . I’ve never seen a dual colored poodle before . She was a beautiful older lady but something about her was menacing though . She gave me a sharp piercing look and said aggressively . “ You’ll die here today wolf ! “ The floor under me started to cave in again but this time I shot my drill into the ceiling of the roof after jumping up . The room was now split into two . The side she was on still had a floor but my side was exposed to a funnel like hole . I had no doubt that there was another Silver fish tunnel connected to it . How were these traps activating ? I thought to myself . That's something I'll have to figure out . Right now though , I should focus on my enemy that is at hand .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction