Fantasy

Building Dragons
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Miss Perserkin, the tour guide at the Royal Victoria Museum of Bio-Technology, said from her place at the front of the pack of new University students. They seemed to get younger every year. She tried not to hold their age against them, although it did mean that their attention spans weren’t all they could be. “As I’m sure your professor has told you,” she nodded towards the class’s instructor, Professor Abramowitz, standing off to one side, “the first dragon created in the Valley was an anomaly.” And this was where she always tossed in her little joke. “Barnabus Montheile was a very naughty little boy!”
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
The Tamers
“There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley.” I began, looking into the eyes of either of my grandchildren. Their big brown and green eyes stared up at me in wonder as if they didn’t believe what I just said. To them, it would have seemed crazy. Their whole lives, and indeed, even in their parent’s lifetime there had always been Dragons around.
By Teresa Hickey4 years ago in Fiction
Mismatched Eyes
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." Blastion paused, fighting his fear down so that he could say what was true. He tightened his arms and pulled her closer to his chest. "And maybe, there won't always be." Horror spread across Alessia's face. No, no that wasn't what he wanted.
By A. Keson4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Riders of Paranon
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The valleyway was meant for a free humanity, protected by the Warrior Men from anything that looked like it could be a threat. The sorceresses of Paranon could stay to the mountains and work their witchcraft on one another all that they saw fit. The dragons and likewise beasts just basically existed to themselves away from a humanity who might misjudge or misuse them. The FIRST of the dragons to arrive in the Valley of Paranon, the smallest of the young, did not arrive there by accident...
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Fiction
A Sky Full of Fire
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, so it came as quite a surprise to people when they arrived. It had been Old Man Thomas from down the round who had discovered them. The poor bugger almost had a heart attack seeing the gigantic creatures making a home, in what had previously been, an abandoned farmland. The panic that had ensued when Old Man Thomas came stumbling into the village, almost getting knocked down by the postman's van.
By Joe Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Warrior
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. ( This story is inspired by series of Beth Crowley songs very Dark and gothic)
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Fiction
The King Makers
There weren't always dragons in the valley, their cries piercing the silence, their shadows racing across the ground sending a thrill of fear and awe down the spine. But Hester was there the day the dragons returned.
By Frances Leah King4 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Not until a beautiful princess moved into the old castle. It had always been rumored that there was a princess that had lost her parents very young and had been taken away from the castle. The castle and Valley had been quiet since then. But about 21 years later, the princess showed back up. She quietly moved into the castle and never caused an issue. But now the dragons were becoming more and more obvious. This fantasy world was meant to stay hidden but the princess refused to stay hidden. She was quiet, but she was powerful.
By Sara Caramella4 years ago in Fiction
A Fairy Tale Ending
I // Dragon Sighting There’s a crowd of people around you, pressing against you on every side. An elbow jabs into your stomach, drawing a sharp hiss from your lips before you can stop yourself. You duck your head to avoid the eyes of those who looked towards you at the sound. You aren’t a big enough attraction to distract from the focus of the group, and they quickly turn away. You move through the crowd as best you can, slowly twisting your way around people to move to the front.
By Harrow4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean in December. Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I feel the same slow, sly smile spread across my face that never fails to come out of hiding when I think about the Valley. The Valley, where the giant golden hills look like Midas himself ran his fingertips over each blade of yeast-colored grass. The Valley, where sailboats with masts so tall it’s shocking they don’t scrape the sky churn and slice through the rough river’s water. The Valley, where at the mouth of the river she boasts her teeth in sword-shaped bursts of white foaming water to greet the start of the ocean. She is angry and angsty, roaring her siren’s call to everyone stupid and in love with her enough to try to set sails on her waters.
By Kayla 4 years ago in Fiction
The Serpent Of Pankow
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t always demons in the sky. There was a time when giants walked on land as well as across the bottom of the sea, and fey minstrels had not always danced around old trunks in dark forests. According to Geomancer Sect, the Meng Fanxi floodplain hadn't even always been a valley - but that was going too far back for Kang Ahn. In the then and there of a presently humid evening, ripples pulled into a saurian hump behind the aristocrat’s weathered gondola. Scales glistened briefly in the setting sun, and the creature submerged.
By Matthew Melmon4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of the Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Or rather, there were never dragons in the Valley. Sure, there are drakes, little flying reptiles people keep as pets. Some as big as a hand, others as small as a shot glass, bred in myriad arrangements of colours from shimmering purples to deep calico. Even the rarest Fire Drakes, so named not because they breathed fire, but for their translucent orange-red hue. All available at your local pet store. And then there are the dervils. They are about the size of a badger, and just as vicious. Normally you run into them in the alleyways or popping up from the sewer grates to feed on rodents, felines, and small dogs. They don’t fly well, but sometimes, right at dusk, you can watch them glide from the tops of the skyscrapers. There are some who keep them, but you have to have a license, and for the most part, are only used as pest control in the agricultural districts.
By James Bell4 years ago in Fiction