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Shadow & Scales
It was twilight in the forest of dragons. Time for Basal to hunt. The green dragon stretched his wings in the clearing. He looked back to see his mate Sylva, her wings sheltering three new hatchlings nuzzled up to her warm belly, bits of shell clinging to their lanky frames. Basal thrummed with pride and delight.
By Dave Trumbore3 years ago in Fiction
A Letter to the Firestarter
Dear Firestarter, We can all see you, we've been watching you since you began. In case you didn't know we were here before you and we will be here after. We witnessed your rise, your setbacks, your guilt and your lies. We witnessed you start the fire.
By Donny Foleya day ago in Poets
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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