Fantasy

Never take a baby dragon to a reggae concert
There weren't always dragons in the Valley deep in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica. Tonight up at the Marijuana Resort Lodge many bands were in competition for first prize of a loan of a baby dragon. They had come from far and wide just to jam with Ocean the baby dragon.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Never Trust a Talking Fish
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Evander Akintolo was the first in a long line. He didn’t start out being a dragon. But when you accept magical gifts from talking fish, well, you can just guess how things might end up.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Man of the Celestial Court
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But little Susie needed a new toy, so, as it was written in the opening words of one of the many holy books the humans had come up with in order to explain the batshit place they lived in, “It had to happen.” There weren’t always unicorns, either; it had to happen. There weren’t always manticores, jellyfish, dogs, rats, lions, cows, scorpions, whales, snails, or anything else in the Valley, really. All of it had come from the insistence of little Susie. Humanity itself had at one time been the answer to one of Susie’s demands to her father, the god of creation: “I want a creature that looks like a god but thinks like a baby all the days of its life.”
By Kathryn Carson4 years ago in Fiction
The God of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For a time, there was only war. Ruo Zhi huddled closer to his mother, fingers curling into a tight fist in her robes. When he was a mere babe in his home village, he could not differentiate what was peace, and what was chaos. All he knew was this: he was hungry, he was thirsty, he was tired, or he was all three.
By andy lilies4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Blaze
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” The statement had often been whispered by the elders to eager children behind closed doors, trailing from house to house like a gust of hope in our dark and barren land. The words echoed in the long-quiet cavernous ears of those who had long forgotten to dream, the ears of those who no longer found purpose in eyes alight with fantasy when they had children to keep out of the ground.
By Bianca Jeanette4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Dragon
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley, my darling.” “There weren’t always dragons here.” “Let us be free of the dark terrors, let dragon fire light the way.”
By Just_Another_IDK4 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Moments of Solitude
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Today, of course, there are three. Selfishly, I’m mad at them for being in the space I want to fill with my solitude. Hmph.
By Tristyn Faith4 years ago in Fiction
Academy of fire and ice
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Nor were there Fay folk in the forests or witches wherever they wanted to be. The monarchy used to be a cherished family, not an absolute power with the most gold, influence and the most robust line of skyborn. But those days are gone now, long gone.
By PhoenixXx4 years ago in Fiction
New Fantasy Fiction Challenge Prologue
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The mystics say the dragons came because we stopped offerings and sacrifices to our gods. The warriors say the dragons came because we let down our defenses and stopped honoring the fallen dead. Some scholars say the dragons are the result of disharmony among the clans of the north. The only thing that matters is that the dragons have returned.
By Brian Walker4 years ago in Fiction
The Wormholes of IO
There weren't always dragons in the valley, the sea wasn't full of Kaiju, and the mountains belonged to the goats before the Giants showed up. The world that would come to be known as IO was just an untamed wild forest planet, similar to terrain found on earth, full of perfectly normal animals that lead ordinary everyday lives. Sure the trees were always pan-dimensional beings that would whisper hints about the future, but are you sure that earth trees don't have that in common.
By Phillip Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Song of the Beautiful Maighdean
The Song of the Beautiful Maighdean There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but today Bertin was not afraid of these fierce creatures. The unseen guardians of the Path were way more dangerous for the young fellow, just starting his wizarding training.
By Nelly Shulman4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The elves had to make a drastic decision to save them before they were all hunted down. Outside the Valley, the dragons had been ruling the skies for 1000s of years. The dragons were beautiful and majestic as they flew over the lands. They had a variety of colors, shapes, and wingspans. Most were a golden brown or burnt yellow. Occasionally, you would see a red or even a blue dragon but the rarest of them all was the black dragon. Dragons weren't massive creatures either. They averaged about 25 feet in length, including tail, with a wingspan of 50 feet. Though they are playful and harmless, they are not to be trifled with when you mess with someone they love.
By Michael Noon4 years ago in Fiction