Fantasy

The First Dragon Rider
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least that's what the stories say. The stories tell us of a world now lost to time, where magic roamed free and great beasts had the ability to cross time and space, and step through rifts into other worlds. Kings hunted them, desperate to have that ability. Their greedy hearts wanted to rule dimensions, not just their own kingdoms, won by bloodshed or birthright. That was a millennia ago. Those days are long gone. Magic has long since left our world, and sealed us from the World-Walkers, leaving the dragons behind. No one has ever dared venture into the Valley, and those who were stupid enough to try, never returned. Until me. I am Nova Amara, and I am the first Dragon Rider in centuries. It's probably wise to start that the beginning, so here is my story.
By Alexandra Kirk4 years ago in Fiction
Lucid
I arose to see the vivid colors of planets only yards away from where I stood. The flowers bloomed in various shapes, sizes, and colors; though I had never seen such beautiful plant life. A soft, warm breeze tangoed with my hair and brushed my cheeks. I saw no wildlife, nor heard any birds. It was very still and quiet.
By Malaney Evans4 years ago in Fiction
If the Sky Could Dream…
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley.” I always began my introductory lecture to the Joint Exploratory classes the same way. There were a few grumbles from the larger students, but they were too well-mannered to make their voices heard this early in the semester. And that was important, to me at least. I always endeavored to be as partisan and even-handed as possible. If they'd just wait to hear what I had to say...
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
A Fighting Chance
Prologue The fog rose from the dark, sleek cobble stone street. The light from the street lamp reflected on the pavement as rain pelted down creating puddles mirroring the dark night. A man with silver white hair that was tied back in a low ponytail with a white beard ran down the street carrying a basket with a sleeping baby in it.
By Ada Zuba4 years ago in Fiction
Extinguished Knighthood
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Back before humans tarnished most of this planet, there was no need for us. That’s what I was told, anyways. I don’t think there’s anyone left who can confirm it, though. All I know is that once humans started conquering parts of Earth from the native species, we were called to keep them under control.
By Daniel Freeman 4 years ago in Fiction
Deeds of the Iridescent
I There weren't always dragons in the Valley. When Pyta, grand master of the Iridescent Order, ruled, the few beasts who dared venture so far south were met by his merciless wrath; and for many years, no others followed. Yet when Pyta fell ill, the inhabitants of the Valley were convinced the dragons would return.
By Mark Gee4 years ago in Fiction
An Encounter With The Dreadful Gold Eating Dragon...
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. This was after the elderdom of the foretime put a wild imprecation on them, more especially on their mouth where they spit fire and their wild growl; not forgetting their legs which they use to destroy when furious.
By Osei Agyemang4 years ago in Fiction
Death, the Dropping of a Flower (That the Fruit May Swell)
The Bloodbound Empress Alexias paced, and as she paced she pondered, over the dead body of the half-human shapeshifter known by many names. One of her greatest enemies.
By J Shea Forrest4 years ago in Fiction
Erelmach's Prime
He awoke to the sound of whirring gears, hissing steam and crackling electricity. "There we are, nice and easy now." A nasally voice whispered. As his head turned left to right, scanning the room - his eyes came to rest on a short thing standing on some manner of stepladder, with big eyes and bushy hair over its mouth and chin, and the slightest puffs around the sides of its head. "That's right, take in your surroundings - calm and smooth." The little thing said while it scribbled away furiously at what appeared to be a stack of paper in its hands, mumbling to itself all the while. "Right! Now let's get you up," it called out as it scrambled down and out of sight. A brief sensation of loosening near his ankles, and he felt himself begin to lurch forward. On instinct his right leg flew forward and caught his momentum, the impact of his metal foot nearly cracking the stone floor he landed upon. "Not particularly graceful, but a far cry better than your brothers! Neither of them caught themselves the first time." More scribbling on the paper stack. "Now tell me 3, how do you feel?" Without long enough to think about how he would even begin to respond, he heard his own voice for the first time.
By Daniel M Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Our village was very small and boring to me. Nothing ever really happened here. Everyone had a routine and followed it as though they were being watched or even graded by someone. One night the village shook vigorously for several minutes. Pots, pans, dishes flew everywhere. Then as suddenly as it started it stopped. Of course, everyone slowly ventured outside to see what had happened. Our parents talked to each other for a while. The children just looked at each other surprised and frightened. Soon everyone returned to their homes to clean up the mess.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer4 years ago in Fiction
Devil’s Bone Root, Dragon’s Blood, and Dogwood
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Once upon a time, the Valley was a peaceful, bucolic place, filled with apricot orchards, and soy farms, and flocks of the best egg-laying Orpingtons and Australorps and Red Stars for five counties. Was is the operative word here. Because it wasn’t peaceful there any longer.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
Not always dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There simply couldn’t have been. There had to have been a time when the Valley was just people living peacefully, tending to the fields, going about their business, without fear of any giant, scaly fuckers burning everyone’s crops down. There had to have been a time when death, disease, and overcrowding weren’t a fact of life, when people hadn’t been crammed together in less than half the space the Valley had to offer because the other half had been colonized by skulking, fire breathing lizards with an attitude.
By Anne K4 years ago in Fiction