Fantasy

The Dragons of Valley High. Top Story - May 2022.
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, and let me tell you: it was so boring. Of course some people complain, but some people are always complaining. For instance, when I was just a little kid, there were all kinds of heated arguments because our school officially changed it's name to Palmer Valley High. For the hundred previous years the school had operated under the name of a Confederate General. Gag. You'd think that people would understand why that had to change, but you'd be wrong.
By Littlewit Philips4 years ago in Fiction
Forest wonders
Before you close your eyes, let me tell you a tale. A story full of magic and wonders as far and wide as you could dream. It starts in the middle of a beautiful forest valley. The valley is home to all sorts of funny creatures beyond your imagination. Creatures like a Flappelump; an elephant like animal with green fur and wings flying around and trumpeting out loud for everyone to hear. You can also find if you mind your step, teeny tiny blue toed Hopperkittens hopping around and hiding under leaves. All these beautiful, strange and magical creatures lived together in harmony. The valley had trees stretching so high up that the leaves tickled the clouds floating over them. These trees were also home to some of the valley’s amazing creatures like the spotted penguin squirrel or better known as a Pengski that made its nest deep in the tree’s branches.
By Domenique Snyders 4 years ago in Fiction
The Lord and Saviour
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There are stories passed through my family from my great grandfather’s time that speak of the first days that the great kites descended from the skies, a time before when humanity was free. The great ones had come when they had completely exhausted the wastes of the north for every possible resource they could have, the very land left hollow and dead in their flying wakes. Each one’s individual greed pushed them to attempt to take more and more a diseased obsession that only made them emptier and paranoid inside. Constant infighting between the Lords had withered not only the land, but their very species to the brink of non-existence to a point when only their strongest competitors were left. Kings of rubble,
By Ryan Wilkins4 years ago in Fiction
Twilight Valley Salon
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The Valley was the tiny hair salon in the corner of the strip mall. Its full name was the Twilight Valley Salon, but no one paid it enough attention to bother with the proper naming. Truthfully, the small town of Dorbridge questioned how the salon was still in business.
By Sam4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Doctor
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Sightings occurred perhaps once every four or five years, and they were always unconfirmed—rumors, whispers, drunkards’ boasts. However, two years ago, a gale slashed through the rent of Mt. Anaximander that shook even the soundest structures to their cores. It had rolled over the Great Cataclysm without warning, hot and full of churning ocean water like an expanding balloon ready to burst, and when it started, the rain was loud enough to drown out one’s voice entirely. The people of Constinalta scurried towards whatever shelters they could find. All night the rain came, and in the morning when the skies cleared, a very different town greeted the people, and far to the east, on the outskirts of the Gryndyn Forest near a line of stately oak trees abutting the shores of Lake Arbogast, a sheep rancher discovered the battered bodies of eight barely breathing, half-dead dragons.
By Alex Politis4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Undone
Prologue - A Better World There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But when you were building a better world, some people inevitably paid a higher price than others. It was all about perspective.
By Philip Peterson4 years ago in Fiction
The Robot that Loved
I once knew a kid. She taught me about the human life. She had the knowledge of a 1000-year-old elephant. At least, that’s what she said, I don’t know what an elephant is. She showed me how our world crumbled in the hands of the Higher Beings. How humanity smashed into fragments like a vulnerable mirror. She helped me out of my distorted views. She told me she wasn’t scared of me. She didn’t mind my weaponed body, built for the kill. My only wish was to keep her safe. I did. From everyone but myself.
By Jolene4 years ago in Fiction
Coins of the Realm
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But as everyone knows, dragons are notorious hoarders of treasure. Is it any wonder they flocked to this yearly event on the eastern edge of the Great Smoky Mountains?
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
There weren't always dragons in the valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The fire hissed and burned my raw skin. Smoke filled my lungs and my hair singed in the fuming air. My sword scratched at the scales of the giant beast, and the steel boiled, chased down my arm and peeled my skin to the bone. The dragon was as dark as a shadow. It snarled and growled as I swerved from the fire that poured out its mouth. Its claws cracked the stone beneath my feet, and its wings were a turmoil in the air around me. It had scales as big as my hand that burned at the touch. Sweat covered my body, and my skin was set on fire by patches of red burns. As I ripped its throat open with my dagger, blood poured on my head, soaked the skin down my back and burned my throat. I heard a screech that echoed through my ears. I stumbled with fatigue and teetered on my heels. The big scaly wings of the dragon thrashed me to the ground and whipped at my limbs. I felt the smoke cling to my throat. My breath quickened as I scrambled on the ground. I stood to observe the beast and stumbled. My eyes burned from the smoke, and the air's haze incapacitated me. I coughed and choked on the thick smog. As I reached its head, I trailed my fingers along its scales and horns. My fingers burned, and I jittered in the heat. Its eyes were open and dead, with a look of solace. I wept as I looked at its lifeless eyes and wings that looked so frail on the ruined ground.
By Eva sutherland4 years ago in Fiction
The Trigone Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact, there was a time when life was nonexistent in the valley. For where these trees and shrubs now grow their roots once was a site of sorrow. Nature, as the merchant and his traveling envoy consisting of several royal guardsman could see, was nothing short of a miracle considering the legend that all peoples of this land carry with them. Though many winters had since passed, what the locals call, "the Arrival" none who were there that fatal morning, including this very same merchant, will ever forget what had happened.
By Preston Isham4 years ago in Fiction
Yea Though I Walk
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But then again, there hadn't been a need for them. No need until now...until the new society took over. It had unseemingly crept up from the gutters like a black fog, saturating every crevice and nook, choking all the good out of this place where the only truth left in our world was so cold and bare and ugly that even the strongest among us turned face away from it. All the darkness left was a soul-less abode where our children would never be allowed to grow up in freedom. The dragons would make sure of that.
By Shirley Belk4 years ago in Fiction
Fate-speakers of Ruugan
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The Treaty of Gildglen, which established the marchlands on either side of the gorge around the Crystalsteel River, allowed the Dragons of the Conclave only to enter the Upper Holdreach Valley to take tithes from the herds there once a year, in late-grass season.
By J. L. Dodgson4 years ago in Fiction