Fantasy
Sleepless Dream
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. I opened my eyes. Was that the last thing Geoff had said to me? But that wasn’t the question I should have been asking myself, as I turned my head slowly, cradled by lush, green grass. I appeared to be laying in the center of a mushroom circle. I reached my hand out cautiously to touch the white-gray mushroom head, only to find my arm covered in a thin layer of baby-blue mesh. I sat up, looking down at myself. I was wearing an evening gown? I surveyed the area around me, finding an open field of grass, with small bushels of wild flowers every few yards.
By Myrna Collins4 years ago in Fiction
A Battle Waged and Lost
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Few are alive to remember a time before them — before weapons of war cleaved the mountain in two, and the balance of power shifted away from the humans who broke it. Change didn't come immediately; as most things do, it came gradually.
By Caitlyn Clendenning4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons in Our Barrio
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there wasn’t much in the Valley. Strip malls, taco stands, stone throw from Mexico and an hour from the beach. The Valley wasn’t the best but to me it was great and now I’m not so sure. It started not to long ago people became sick something was in the air that was affecting the community hospitals became overrun to the point that it became better to stay at home and pray for recovery. No one knew what caused this, those affected stated they smelled sulfur and heard thunder before heeling over out of breath. All around the Valley men, women, and children it was random no one seemed to be at risk but everyday someone healthy would end up inches from death. The world all over began to report cases no real cause, no real answers.
By Pete Mares4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons in Gausus Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Hundreds of years ago there had been peace and quiet interrupted by wildlife that existed only in balance. But—you can’t tell a good story about a boring and peaceful valley where every creature is happy and only good things happen. Where is the fun in that? You need adventure and action and screaming!
By Marla Cheldelin4 years ago in Fiction
Hunter's Folly
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Their homes are in high mountain caves, far from the reach of any creature travelling on foot. On warm spring and summer days, not a sign of scale or snout can be spotted in the thick green forests of the valley floor. The best time to find them there is late autumn through the heart of winter, when the chill forces their usual prey into warmer boroughs. The great lizards can be found nosing into hollow trees and underground dens all across the snowy landscape. Accustomed to being the hunters, not the hunted, it is not difficult at all to catch one of them unaware. The real trick, Peter knows, is killing one before it has a chance to turn its teeth and claws to the fight. Novice hunters rarely survive more than a few seasons if they don't learn that vital little skill. Peter learned it at his uncle's elbow as a boy, and has been a drake hunter for decades now. Edward, on the other hand...
By E. A. Reece4 years ago in Fiction
Dance of the Blades
The boy deflected the strike and pirouetted, striking his assailant on the back. He took his stance once more and deflected another strike, then another. Aurelius Ambrosius was merely fourteen years of age, and yet he was learning the dance of the blade. Seo Mordrel grinned at his pupil.
By Ethan H. Gaines4 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderings of Gwen Crossing
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The Peony Valley was not a pulled-together city of any stripe at the time, it was a wild and verdant land rich with rubyfruit and the titular fluffy flower that grew well under the shared stewardship of different nomad clans.
By Chris Revelle4 years ago in Fiction
