Young Adult

Watch Your Back; Honor the Old Ways
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Some time ago they stayed hidden in the distant shadows in the dark patterns of the mountains of the Earth and while that happened humanity was allowed a brief respite; an opportunity to flourish and grow. In the early days, some people still believed in the value of magic, and there were a few shamans who would actually go forth to pay tribute to them so that they would stay at the forest edge but from time to time, as with all villages some folk; a precocious adolescent or the curious toddler, would find themselves making way into the depths of the forest to become a sacrifice that the shamans had no control over.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Garrettsford Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. For years beyond counting, dragons resided on their own continent: an enormous and rocky isle to the north that people referred to as Citrine. It was so named due to the unusual shade of yellow of a dragon's eye: a yellow that could catch the light and was found nowhere else in nature apart from the citrine stone.
By Ashley Britten4 years ago in Fiction
The Pumpkin Killer
“AND THE WINNER OF THE GIANT PUMPKIN CHAMPIONSHIP ISSSS….” the emcee tantalized. “For your sake, I hope it’s not Mrs. Hart”, Leia turned to look at Renata.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Cave
Drip, drip, drip. The sound of water splashing on the cave floor echoed as Cam sketched in his pad. Deep in the damp cave, his village bustled, the lanterns in each house and along the road the only source of light. Every chance he got, Cam was at the mouth of the cave, sketching everything he saw from the smallest bug to large predators prowling by.
By Deanna Houghton4 years ago in Fiction
Silver Bloods
Note: This is chapter four of my gothic vampire romance novel! Chapter three is up in my previous post: Elvira’s Ghost. If you missed chapters one and two, plus the content warnings, visit the post titled: Death’s Clock. I also have a post containing the synopsis for this story.
By Gabriela V. Rivera4 years ago in Fiction
Pity Me Not
“Put your good boots on,” Sherah snapped, at her young brother. “Got us a bad man, needs t’ be kilt.” The boy answered to Kemuel; it was a Biblical name, as was her own. He was just turned ten, three years younger than his sister, and nearly as stubborn as she was. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and bounced upright in his bed, glaring in bewilderment and irritation.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
The Great & Cacklin' Glakin
**** Little Leeplu the lug squatted in a puddle, her face buried in her hands, tears splattering between webbed fingers. Beside her lay a small bell, its leather loop grotesquely severed.
By Jason Hauser4 years ago in Fiction
Elliot
Miss Maxwell, are you among us? Can you honor us with your presence? Today, if you can," I hear in a dream the strong voice of a man.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Fiction
Love at the first coffee stain
don't know how it happened but it seems like it only takes a second for you to fall in love with a person irretrievably even if you don't realize it from the beginning. That's how it starts you, him, her and ... a coffee stain! everything is possible.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Fiction
Compromise revenge
I am in my last year at the most prestigious high school in the city. My mother is friends with the director here and that's how I managed to get in. To be a normal and important teenager. Because I have a lot of friends here. And people really seem to like me. Especially Frederica. She's been my best friend for three years. And that's because she's my cousin. She's Corinne's niece, and I was lucky enough to have her around. Have someone my age by my side. But we have different courses and we don't spend much time together. But at home ... at home we are inseparable. Today there is more noise than usual in the corridor. That can only mean two things. Either the high school will have another inspection, or ... we have a new colleague. I never understood where this enthusiasm for new students came from.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Fiction
What's so Wrong with me?
He knew. The moment the other man stepped into the room – the man his ‘friend’ never spoke to him about and always tried to avoid addressing directly. The man with large broad shoulders, covered in muscle which was hardly covered by the suit that was far too tight for him. He knew he liked him. Or more realistically, had liked him.
By Jane Wheeler4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Lore
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but I have always been fascinated by dragons and hope one day to see a real live, fire breather with wings, the size of its body equal to that of four horses. Oh but to dream.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Fiction