Fantasy
Dragon Tales
Dragon Tales 'Trey' “There weren’t always dragons in the land.” As always he began his blog. The thousands of people that flocked to his platform looked for that one line that began his tale of flying mythical beasts. Not many people were as brave enough-or as his father would put it-stupid enough to go looking for them. Others ran or peaked out from darkened windows when the dragon arrived. But not him, not Trey. He was fascinated as well as all the others but his fascination bordered on obsession. Besides, what kind of blogger would he be if he didn’t give his audience what they craved, a glimpse of the dragon? That’s right Trey, blame it on the obsession of others.
By Jeanie Delascasas4 years ago in Fiction
Who's a Dragon?
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once upon a time we were all just plain, boring humans but that’s not the case anymore. It’s funny, not even the oldest of our elders were alive when they first came. And they’re really old. Like really old. Gran would swat me with her tail if she heard me say that. A grin stretches across my face as I think about her. Good old Gran. She told me our story first. The story of how the dragons came to us, how we became part of them. It’s been passed down mother to daughter for generations.
By Darelle Cowley4 years ago in Fiction
Nowhere
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There wasn't always a Valley, come to think of it. Not really. But that scarcely mattered. After all, countless affairs have come to pass in places that don’t exist. They fade into murmurs. Whispers carried by the wind, or symbols suggested in tree bark; stories woven through constellations, in a twisted fairytale, on an old map. Foreign yet familiar, like the crackle of a fire. They speak of other times, in other worlds. Of the Valley where Aureliana stood, a place that wasn’t at all, and whose inexistence rippled beyond the merely tangible to stun the very threads of reality.
By Kristina Briede4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon’s Queen
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Caitlyn was not sure what was happening when she heard a loud screech. And then another, and another. The next thing she knew, her mother appeared in the back garden where she was playing, screaming for her to run inside. Her mother came running as fast as her legs could carry her, grabbed Caitlyn by the wrist and ran with her into the house. Caitlyn could see the panic and determination on her mother’s face when she shuffled her into the safe room just inside the sitting room.
By Alison Eubanks4 years ago in Fiction
Aging Out
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” the weakened voice wavered out of the mildewed darkness. Between the bars of the basement (dungeon?) cell, Cali could barely make out the shadow of a bulky body, of crippled limbs and tail and damaged wings. “When they came over on the big ships, they brought us here. It was 1811 when we arrived. They told us we would have a better life here, in the wide open countryside and empty mountains. We upheld our end. But your mother…we should have known better. Never trust a human.”
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonfire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They appeared one day in history, the skies turning dark with their shadows, and claimed the Valley for their own. Until they were driven out. The dragons fought with incandescent rage, raining fire down upon the Valleyfolk with a vengeance that none had seen for an age. Many stood and fell against their wrath, until the Valley was little more than a burnt husk, blackened and charred in the sunlight. Bodies of man and dragon lay buried beneath the ash, alike in death. The last dragon perished mere decades ago, at the hands of human soldiers. Its death cast a pall over the Valley, tainting it. No one dared to enter the cursed place – until now.
By Ash Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
The Change
It was a twilight night, the sun not yet below the horizon, not yet risen but somewhere in between. She sat there, at the edge the dock, in this twilight, waiting for him to come up from the waters of the lake. He had brought her here, on their first date, to fish and harvest a meal from the lake and the forest. Mushrooms, berries, and herbs, to season and cook what the lake gives. And to go with it all, of course, Ma bottle of Merlot.
By Charlene Moorehead4 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact it hadn’t always been a valley. Once it had been a great city. The greatest of the continent- the world even. Kings would travel vast distances to look upon it. Coveting its opulence. Vowing for their own kingdoms to one day transcend its greatness. Until the notorious king of the great city got too greedy and took too much. His arrogance became greater than his city and he ultimately lost sight of his own mortality. We were only too happy to remind him. The very day one of our kin became enslaved we took to the skies. Our dragon fire devastated the eminent cities across the extensive continent. We saved the great city for last.
By Natasha Byrne4 years ago in Fiction
The Box
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But then again there had never been anyone like her either. The box was small and uninteresting as it sat on the thin lightweight trolley, and she couldn't understand why she had been called out of her classes to deliver it on foot to the airport. The University had delivery people, and now she was missing vital information about her finals for this ridiculous task.
By Diana Trezona4 years ago in Fiction
