Mystery
Scales and Steel
The terrestrial globe that we have become accustomed to calling Ailoon knew for thousands of years the hatred that existed between two of its largest congregations of Humans who wandered the length and breadth of the continent of Ei: to the northwest lied the fearsome Frevoss Empire, an ever-changing and resilient nation, due to the inadequacy of its inhabitants in the use of the Magical Arts; to the southeast stood the Reitian Federation, an economically stable, proactive nation, kind with its states. The latter, thanks to its - albeit sparse – armies of sorcerers and healers, managed to take back the territories that the Empire took away from it in order to compete with it in the maritime market.
By Tana Crimson3 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning of Darkness
The roars of the Orc horde could have been heard from beneath the mines of Dresebul, the deepest mines of the world. They flew forward in a rage as the people of the small village of Fawnlight, within the land of Asterine, screamed and ran for cover. This small fishing village stood no chance against the onslaught as the Orc horde overcame them as a shadow cast from a setting sun overtakes the land. Fires erupted, people scattered and screamed as they attempted to escape their fate from the large apex predators viewing the village as prey today. Smoke filled the sky, the once stark crimson of a sunrise now marking a day of bloodshed. A young woman with a fresh gash upon her forehead cowers behind a dying horse, her small sweating hands exacerbating the horse’s temperament from a giant axe wound at its nape. Within her grasp, her younger brother swaddled against her chest. As she attempted to run, she is knocked over by the panicking horse, almost like a candle in the night, giving attention to a group of Orcs as she attempts to flee. She scrambled up on her feet and ran further and further, tears flew down her face, her breath caught in her throat, the burning sensation of the smoke caused her to choke, the burns of the fire were fresh upon her back. She still saw the stuck face of her mother seared into her memory. The sword wound in the young girl’s abdomen created more tension as she attempted to flee. The Orcs were gaining, their grunting to one another now a perfect harmony of understanding on how to corner their next meal. The sobbing of the young woman was overcome by the screams from behind her, the clumping of heavy feet gaining upon her, and the now dead silence in front of her. She hurried forward still, sheer willpower drove her until her foot caught on a decaying log and she fell into a wide birth of uprooted and torn down trees. She buried her burnt and scratched face into her hands, as she attempted to cocoon her young brother with her quivering body. She struggled to breathe as she cried, awaiting with torturous agony of what the Orcs had in store for her and her brother. After what felt like an eternity, she rolled over and wiped her eyes, looking in bewilderment at the group of Orcs staring past her with dumbfounded looks painted on their bloodied faces. She turned around to see a very large golden dragon, its neck curling backward like a cobra preparing to strike, its tongue flickering in and out while its hands spread wide, showing massive golden scaled wings in between its long and outstretched fingers.
By Sean Hubbard3 years ago in Fiction
Entries From Douglas A. Lawson's Private Journal
Preface In 1971, Douglas A. Lawson - paleontologist and at the time a graduate student at UT Austin - made a discovery that would revolutionize our understanding of the evolution of flight. The following excerpts from his private journal have survived time and oblivion, and are revealed to the public for the very first time.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
Little Blue
she touched my breast with her Rough hands. The same hands I had caught a glimpse of her grip the basketball with. I watched as she plow past the girls on the court. I was nervous about when she asked me on a Date, all those times in the locker room after games did she feel my stares…Tiffaney wrote in her diary eager to fill the pages with juicy details of her first date with a Female… Sam liked Tiffaney before she got exposed as a Lesbian. Now since Tiffany was known for the Rainbow lifestyle Sam was confident enough to ask her out for a date.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon and the Boy
Abandoned and alone, he looked around at the endless thick brush and deep forest. He was too young to wonder how he was there but instead, he wondered why he was there. He had on a simple hand-cut top and bottom made of wool and linen as well as a pouch around his waist made of leather. The pouch had only one item in it; a dagger.
By Bodey Miller3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon and the Boy
Abandoned and alone, he looked around at the endless thick brush and deep forest. He was too young to wonder how he was there but instead, he wondered why he was there. He had on a simple hand-cut top and bottom made of wool and linen as well as a pouch around his waist made of leather. The pouch had only one item in it; a dagger.
By Bodey Miller3 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 50
The hospital lights were bright as the doors opened, the cranked-up AC welcoming me inside. Standing by the receptionist desk was T, who had been leaned over the counter with a clipboard in hand before he glanced over and waved for me to come by. "Lex! Hey!" He smiled, "Came to see your dad?"
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
Dagolin's Destiny
The cliff village was a rough and rugged place, where the winds howled through the crags and the rain beat against the rocky cliffs. The sky was always overcast, and the sun struggled to peek through the thick clouds that loomed overhead. The villagers lived in huddled wooden huts along the cliff edge, looking out over the tumultuous sea that beat against the shore far below.
By Arthur Impostore3 years ago in Fiction
