Series
Warrior Hall
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Phillip always passed the graffitied line on his way to the games, its small letters etched in the glass precisely, beautifully. It made an impression: the care the vandelizer took to get each letter just right, and even more so the fact that The Alliance hadn’t caught them. That was rare.
By Cara Loften4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 4
Read Chapter 3 Here Listen to this chapter here Miriam must have gotten on at the last stop because it was only about half an hour before the train reached the station at Faraday. Key pulled Mat's crutch down from its spot on top their bags. "Do you..." she trailed off.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
Resurrection Bay
Three hours later, about twenty-five percent of the boat had thrown up due to the rough waves and the weather was quickly worsening. I was down thirty dollars in my bet with Clark of how many wedding guests would get sick in the first half of the tour. We’d just finished serving lunch. I’d stolen myself away from the galley for a short break to scarf down the marinated chicken wrap that Clark had “artistically designed” – his words – for the lunch hour.
By Stephanie L. Moreau4 years ago in Fiction
The Monologues of Margo McClain - Part 1
I came here alone. I snuck out and I walked the five miles to this pastel hellscape that is Westwillow Behavioral Hospital. To only be greeted by my father's car waiting in the parking lot with my father leaning on the tailgate. My father was always one for a good mystery, but this time, he knew exactly where I was going. After we silently glanced at each other, we walked into the hospital lobby together. Not uttering a single word.
By Lorie Akers4 years ago in Fiction
Dragondawn
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. This was a mantra which Zhang Si had grown accustomed to hearing repeated throughout his life, though he had never known how it was truly meant to be interpreted. Clearly, it was - at least at its surface - an objective fact, as as old as dragons were, they were not eternal. On the other side of that, however, the dragons had been there longer than any other race could remember. Si, the youngest Zhang, had lived in the Valley for his entire life, and the same could be said of every dragon he had ever met, which included his father Zhang Shu, who was entering soon into the second millennium of his reign as emperor. Before Shu, his own father, Zhang She, had ruled over the dragons for over three thousand years, living his entire five-millennium life inside the Valley.
By HN Alptraum4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley of Novem
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Just lush meadows and fragrant flowers. A crystal clear stream runs through it from the nearby snow-capped mountains. The Valley was quite peaceful. This was a nice place for Laco Dracul to relax. Laco was a mystic dragon with a long slender body, covered in silvery-white scales and large crystallize crusted leather wings. Being the only dragon on this majestic planet made him feel quite lonely. He has been searching for a friend for thirteen years. Someone he could talk to. Someone to go on fun adventures with. What’s the use of climbing the tallest mountains, without having a friend to enjoy the moment with? The sound of the water cascading over the rocks harmonized with the gentle winds, creating a sound that Laco finds relaxing. If only he could share this moment with a friend. Once rested, he returned home to his nest in the desert for dinner. He liked the desert a lot. The warm sands were quite soothing on his cold scales. There’s no greater feeling than burrowing down and watching the sunset. Well, except the Valley. When he returned home, he ate his dinner of fresh greens and bugs that he collected while exploring a dense forest. After he finished, he burrowed down into the soft earth when a loose scale broke off into his dactyly.
By M.L. Lewis4 years ago in Fiction
