Love

WHEN HE IS MARRIED
As the sun was setting down, my eyes were slowly closing at the warmthless of the sun, hitting me. As I was drowning in my thoughts, suddenly, my mind was thinking about someone I can never forget. And that was the first and ever love of my life. It may sound childish because back then, I was only a 16-year-old girl falling for someone who didn't even know me.
By Sarahh3 years ago in Fiction
Rabbit that wants to eat the moon
Bunny knows a secret. The moon hanging in the sky is edible. When the round moon climbs to the top of the hill, you can reach it as soon as you stretch your paws, take it off and take a bite, your mouth is full of sweet and juicy good taste.
By patton3 years ago in Fiction
HEART OF A DRAGON
I witnessed the atrocities and horrors of war. My small village was an idyllic oasis nestled among the forests and pure waterways and greenery of the countryside. We played as children do, uninhibited and free in the beautiful natural environment gifted to us by our forebears.
By Tom Demar3 years ago in Fiction
Phoebe's Ride. Top Story - November 2022.
Every Saturday Phoebe rode her bike. Morning or evening, she would find herself taking out her blue bicycle and knotting her hair low enough to fit her helmet comfortably.
By Bec Fletcher 3 years ago in Fiction
Squiddy Lives a Little
Squiddy Little was middle aged at fifteen, the poor little cunt. He stood five nine soaking wet, all mum dressed and spit fringed. Like a pile of wood, life was stacked against him. He wanted to soar with the eagles but you know gobble gobble. At seventeen having recognised futility at an early age, he dropped out of uni like a Beasts of Bourbon song. He sort of preferred to use an indoctrination institution of his own choosing. For a while after he had that Andy fuckin Dufresne look in his eyes, right at the end of the Shawshank Redemption. His load, whilst light was still his to bear and personal problems are personal.
By Bren3 years ago in Fiction
On the Edge of Rose River
1 – The Rose Birger dropped from the clouds silently, his scales gleaming with condensation. He enjoyed the feeling of the mist on his face as he flew through the dark mass of water vapor. Soon the clouds would let loose a torrent of rain, bright streaks of lightning, and rolling thunder that will shake the earth. Birger could feel it as he flapped his massive wings and filled his eyes with the beautiful country before him. The sun was trying to break through the clouds, and even managed to shine through for a few short minutes.
By Floyd Doolittle3 years ago in Fiction
Castle and the Human
A grown dragon finds a lost- or abandoned- toddler in the forest. This isn’t the first time this has happened, or so legend has it. But, this is the first time Castle was there to see it.
By Rebecca Celia 3 years ago in Fiction
Spirit's Found
There had always been dragons in the valley… …at least, until the reign of Reginald Gunvald. The mighty dragons of the ancient land of Alicae were the guardians of the Calicor- the Heart of the Heavens. Not only did the heart protect the dragons and guard their territory, but its power served as a beacon for the dragons, giving each a piece of its power that allowed their spirits to become one.
By Lizzy Rose3 years ago in Fiction
A Cure For Immortality
She was the shape of innocence when Proteus first laid his eyes upon her. Two-feet tall with well-rounded cheeks and golden ringlets scattered across her head, she was dressed in a pink t-shirt and denim overalls. There wasn't much of her to begin with, but her tiny stature was dwarfed even further as Proteus approached, his body assuming the giant shape of the child's worst fear as he pushed the forest's foliage aside.
By J. R. Lowe3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 68
We all made our final preparations and started to get ready for our mission. One of the doberman guards cast a spell on all of us that gave us night vision . Most of us were of the dog race so we already have good noses . Our sense of smell were second to none . Only a few animals and beasts had a better sense of smell than us . The bat witch didn’t need anything , because bat people excel in the night already . Bats use sonar mostly to their advantage . They achieve this with echolocation . Bats can hear better than any race on this world . Their smell is top of the line as well .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Terramyr
The Black Keep towers into the cerulean sky, casting an oppressive shadow over the surrounding landscape. High above the townsfolk in Castletown village below, surrounded by black pointed spires, obsidian-sculpted archways, and a twisting maze of dark corridors, King Hothgar Tassedothe, followed by a retinue of men, slowly ascends the steps of a narrow walkway upwards toward the dark dome-shaped structure of the Imperial Council chamber.
By Dylan Crice3 years ago in Fiction
City of Embers
1. A Sylvan Encounter It is generally known that dragons are both the oldest and the wisest creatures to inhabit the Universe. Theirs is indeed a distinction that enjoys special pride of place amongst all living things. Not only do they attain fantastic old age, but their kind and gentle nature has made them the guardians and repositories of the world’s knowledge and wisdom. On a cool mid-October morning just as the leaves were beginning to turn and woodland creatures stirred sleepily in their burrows, the dragon Easton settled down on a rocky outcropping near a small fountain to contemplate his own existence. His long snout, now covered in a dusting of white scales, which have been protecting him for the last four hundred and sixteen years lay on the very edge of the rock so that the smell of the water entered his nostrils and filled his senses entirely. He had travelled far to come to the Resting Place and his limbs were tired and weary. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, drawing in of the world around him and with it, its secrets. He was tired down to his very core. Tired of the universe of men, who were incapable of governing themselves without fight or prejudice. Tired of the years spent trying to teach them of right and wrong, good and bad, of sacrifice and humility. But tired, mostly, of a life spent in studious solitude. Night after lonely night of pouring over books of spells and magic weary with fatigue. He longed - more than anything else - for companionship, for anyone with whom to share his discoveries and experiences. He would be quite content, he decided just then, to fall asleep and never wake up, to drift off with the smell of the best of the world replete in his senses and the sound of the flowing water filling his ears. The idea struck him as singularly unique and he determined to search for the Flower of Sleep that would grant him respite from his lonely existence. So determined, he roused himself from the rock, leaving behind the fast-flowing water and its magical soporific sounds and set about with renewed energy to locate the little flower. He had just turned onto the path that led to the lushest part of the valley, when a faint sound came to him, halting his progress directly. He turned his ear this way and that, testing the air for the ephemeral note that seemed only a second ago so distinct amongst the other sounds of the forest, but heard nothing. He continued on his way and before long it came to him again, soft and sweet and gentle, carried on a leaf-filled breeze that barely stirred the tops of the great trees. Again, he paused and listened. And this time it seemed somewhat closer. He tested the air, this time with his forked tongue and chuckled as he recognised - beyond a shred of doubt - the sounds of a young human child at play. Careful so as not to disturb it, the great dragon crept up to the place where the child was murmuring to itself in a glade of grass, and stood watching it in silence. Seconds passed, then minutes as the great dragon stood there, mesmerised by the musings of a child lost in the trappings of its own imagination. There is nothing more beautiful, he thought, than the happiness of a child spell-bound in a world of its own creation. He might have stayed like that for a long time, were it not that his thoughts turned to the child’s safety and, glancing furtively around, could discern no guardian or parent close at hand. He stepped into the clearing and as he did so, the child turned its saucer-like sapphire eyes up to him.
By George3 years ago in Fiction