Series

Dragonally
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Within the crevices of the Valley, you can find yourself eye to eye with the redeyes. There's a secret that lingers in the alleyways that the redeyes live and gather at dusk to remain out of sight of villagers. Two years ago you wouldn’t find any of the dragons within this Valley. The creatures live outside of the Valley within caverns as assets and they would assist travelers in establishing a way of unit control. Dragons were on the verge of extinction with troubling illnesses due to the ownership of the capitalist. Many rules have changed since The Blast the population has decreased in size by four multiples. The Valley has grown smaller, buildings are not refurbished due to the government not providing funding. The Capital has not returned to visit the Valley to question the disappearance of the dragons as if they ceased to exist in the first place.
By Kristian B. Delpilar4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 10
Minutes later, my doorbell rang, “Open the door, Miss Shade,” Sergeant Willoby called loudly, almost pitifully outside my door. He must have slipped in when someone went out.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
8th Ticket. Tom
I continued shuffling through the letters we sent each other looking for the beginning, middle and end of our relationship. All this correspondence held a vast array of emotions. One minute I’m laughing five minutes later I’m crying. It was exhausting and after 24 hours of reading I wanted nothing more than to fall back into bed and sleep. Why was I torturing myself with this stuff, why was I holding on?
By David Parham4 years ago in Fiction
Bard: Chapter 35
The streets were crowded and noisy after the performances were done, and while Trista would have liked to wander with her classmates and see all the marvelous things the festival had to offer, she didn’t see how it could be done. Even just making her way back to the college was a gauntlet of closely pressed bodies and humans knocking her aside. One man even turned right into her, not looking before he moved, and bumped his head against her horns.
By Rena4 years ago in Fiction
Fate's Left Hook
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Golden fire would only mark the start and end of long days. No one squinted a wary eye into the summer sun. Jewels and other shimmering metals were an act of boldness, not a pledge of loyalty. Graves remained closed and steel was only in a good sword. But most importantly, there were no drakes that could chase Arcaster of the Seven through the jungle at this ungodly hour.
By Austin John Gruver4 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of Mishelle Gold
Good Morning Diary, It’s been another busy few days. I've sold only the one house in Florida — $3 million to a lovely couple, she’s pregnant with twins and he’s just started a very nice job with nice pay — good luck to them both! Jack has settled on being the Headmaster of his school but said he won’t be touring anymore, having too much to learn and do on his father’s estate (which he’s already started, reading through the “Inventory”). Mum is so excited about us moving into the “Big House”, she can hardly contain herself. She said she’s going to give up her dancing and come and help me (which I will appreciate, especially at the start), but whether she can live with us there — I’m not sure. Jack says to ask his father.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 years ago in Fiction
Thank You For Today
Dying was not pleasant. If you were lucky, you wouldn't remember the sensation of dying or the weird terrifying visions that come during limbo before one would wake up. Most were not that lucky, however. The memories would haunt them both in dreams and consciousness. Following them for as long as they lived until their luck ran out, and they had their final death. For in this world if you had good fortune, you had multiple shots at life. There was a force in the world that would heal a person at death’s doorstep, and they be at peak health being able to continue on with their day as if it never happened. Nobody knew for sure how many they had, a guess at best, but there was always a hope for another shot. The nightmares were always a constant, it was a question of whether one would remember it or not.
By Jackie Mallery4 years ago in Fiction
Desert of time
Ashton and Kossar rode silently toward Sandvale city. The road to Sandvale was bumpier than usual, mainly because Kossar has been putting off getting new wheels. Even with Ashton telling him repeatedly to get it done. It was a little game Kossar liked to play with Ashton, to see how far he could test Ashton's patience; Ashton was not fond of that game.
By Michael Bryan4 years ago in Fiction
Song of the Earth
Prologue There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They came and went like flocks of geese, but in a peculiar pattern. One which failed to follow the changing of the seasons and left the growing human populations of the Valley increasingly befuddled. A brave shepherd once ventured up the fertile slopes to question a beast four times his size, but although he spied an intelligence in its vermillion eyes that he had never found in his sheep, the beast seemed incapable of human communication. Still, the shepherd returned to his village alive and unsinged and eventually an astute farmer noticed that his crops always fared better when the dragons were at home, and their preference for wolf as part of their diet kept many a flock of sheep in swelling numbers. And so, for centuries, the small settlements of humans coexisted in harmony with their occasional neighbours.
By Han Eliza4 years ago in Fiction
Vitraleous: Shattered
It had been 2 years since his father died, and every day was a new lesson and an old story. He learned the history of Vitraleous and the age of Unity and Magic, the one great age before the war of the 4 points. He learned of hunting beasts and tracking migrations. He learned to make the woods and surrounding maintains part of his everyday life. His favorite subjects, however, were always the arts, the way to use the refined mind's eye to reflect an image or expression. Whether it be paints on canvas or movement of the body; he found both beautiful in their own way. But his toughest and most rigorous training was that of combat, that which his mother excelled at and the older he became the more arduous the trainings became.
By Eric Colon4 years ago in Fiction
The Heir of the Varcolac
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Before the sky was alit by Green Flames Man ruled the blue grass hillside. Man’s conquering of the Varcolac was to be the end of battle between nature and evil. Yet, the Green Flames burn.
By Clayton Cook4 years ago in Fiction
Tale 6: A Night by the Forest
A Night by the Forest “Come on then, lassie, tell me once again… Something came after you, but you don’t know what?” If Senka were able to see, she woudnt not have missed, even with her inexperienced eyes, the mocking expression in the eyes of her questioner. The enormous man raised up his waterskin, and gulped from it an amount that only he could call a sip. Then he smoothed out the two long sides of his mustache before addressing Senka again: “Talk, poor lassie, talk! Come on, string me along once again!”
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Fiction