Fable
Dragon Tongue
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Hell, the most we'd get down here would be Crawlings when the swamp spilled over. Oh right, you're not from here. Crawlings are spider-like creatures the size of hounds with faces resembling that of crocodiles. Their scales run around it's whole head and body but it's legs are hairy, spindly and webbed-like, like a Vampire Squid if it had spiders legs. Oh phoenix-toes, where the hell are my manners; I'm Vince. I'd say it's nice to meet ya, friend, but I'm not entirely sure you or I will survive the attack on this town here so let's forgo the pleasantries at the moment and focus on the task at hand. Getting the slippery-frog-knuckle out of here!"
By Tony Stone4 years ago in Fiction
LA CURANDERA
LA CURANDERA The Healer
By Eladio Del Castillo4 years ago in Fiction
The dragon of mordiford
THE DRAGON OF MORDIFORD Chapter one There weren't always dragons in the valley. Or wyverns as some might call them. They used to only reside in the hills and forest. You have to understand I wanted a pet more than anything else. I had begged mother for one until she was sick of the mere subject of animals. I could never have anticipated what came next for the little town of mordiford.
By EVA MILLER4 years ago in Fiction
Fairy Tales
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Although it was hard to tell, given they were invisible. But it wasn’t the dragons that I feared most – it was the fairies. And the Valley was never short on the number of fairies flitting around and creating havoc among the villagers.
By Tracy Kreuzburg 4 years ago in Fiction
Hound Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The humans that lived there were simple beings, who grew food from the dust and used the hides of various beasts to cover their own skins. My dragon ancestors often watched the creatures silently from their place upon the mountain peaks, finding some slight amusement in doing so, as one mind find in a hare darting from shrub to shrub. No larger than hounds, with scales of crimson, green and brown—and a wing scale hardly suitable for gliding—they would pause from scampering about in the snow to gaze down at those curious beings in the valley. Then, a sudden warm gust of air would cause them to turn their gaze upwards to the great majesties of the sky, the seven colossal dragons who ruled over the so-called “hound dragons” in a manner that the humans would very well describe as divine. These gusts of air served as gentle reminders to my ancestors that the human realm was and would forever be, set apart from our own.
By Kimberly Jantze4 years ago in Fiction
Pegasus: the world's best flying horses
Pegasus and Hercules. Pegasus and Perseus. Pegasus and whoever else was rumored to have ridden him into a great battle that would be etched down into a saga that Greek nobles and historians would make changes to and argue about for the next hundred years or so.
By Tristan Palmer4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon of Ranrikar
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the valley of Ranrikar, neither were there humans always. The dragons came before man. Man came then with his families, his livestock and his agriculture. The six dragons that lived in the valley were wary of man from the beginning, and well they should have been, for certain men were intent to destroy the creatures, saying they feared the reptiles would eat everything they had, including their families.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Fiction
Mothers'
Today is a special day for all mothers'. The years culmination of a grand event called motherhood. I never really knew how much i appreciated my mother, until this day. And when this day comes to an end, I will know that it will be all for naught. Watching this scene play out like a short end of a mozzarella branch.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
