Fable

The Curse of Riding Dragons
The toddling princess lacked any expression as the king placed her gently on the historic Stone of Ora. King Dolant and his small host of 10 had ventured deep into Hankor Forest- the thickest wood on the island. The forest is filled with every type of creature under the sun. They can be small and harmless like buzzing cranes or riggals. They can be large enough to warrant some fear like a forest fox or impact mole. They can be an obvious threat like a grizzly bear, or they can be something so complex that they cannot be put into any specific category.
By Brian Rosen3 years ago in Fiction
Envisage
It was a cold, dark night during late summer, in the heart of the forest a ferocious red dragon was feasting on a freshly caught sheep from the nearest village. The dragon was the size of a school bus, with terrifying spikes all down its back, sixty sharp pointed teeth, and long sharp claws on each of it's four feet. It's eyes glowing purple and steam blowing from it's nostrils. It had enormous wings on either side and a long pointy tail.
By Dylan 3 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Castle - A Short Story
From the highest peak of heaven, he hears a human’s cries. The dragon guarding the castle had not heard a human speak for hundreds of years. The cries are coming from In a land of moss-covered peaks and valleys lush with trees looms the fortress of Tapekeeness Kingdom. The dragon’s heart is immediately moved. Following the cries coming from the land, the dragon moves.
By S. Spencer3 years ago in Fiction
Quetzalcoatl
“Teta, we do not have time for stories.” “This one is important!” his father protested. “I would like to perform it for the Speaking of the Elders tomorrow.”
By Sophia Georges3 years ago in Fiction
HEART OF A DRAGON
I witnessed the atrocities and horrors of war. My small village was an idyllic oasis nestled among the forests and pure waterways and greenery of the countryside. We played as children do, uninhibited and free in the beautiful natural environment gifted to us by our forebears.
By Tom Demar3 years ago in Fiction
Outcasts
It was sleeping on the ground, waiting. Alzagoth tilted her head, teetering backwards and inhaling stiffly through her nostrils, the furnace in her lungs growled.
By Kieran Egan3 years ago in Fiction
The Silver Blood and the Last Dragon
It was a warm and starry night in the forest. The moon and stars were shining over the space between the pine trees like a light bulb, bringing all of the vegetation into the spotlight, for all to see. Only a light breeze was swimming along the trees and vegetation, as everything else stood still.
By Pircalabu Stefan3 years ago in Fiction
Old Love
Old Love By the law of the Great Treaty the toddler’s life was forfeit, but Ezakalis could not bring himself to kill it.
By Oliver Alexander3 years ago in Fiction
DRAGON CHILD
“Lizard?!” the small boy cooed between his two thumbs. “What’s he talking about?” Darby moaned. “Yes, lizards,” Enid said, smiling and tickling the small boys feet as she gave Darby a slight nudge.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
What if Medusa was a Black Woman?
They say racism wasn’t for the Gods, but I know the truth. It started with them. We see the same story play out time after time. Innocent Black woman exists. White man uses his power. Robs her of her innocence. White woman blames the Black woman. If the story sounds familiar, then you’ve probably seen it before. Colonizer and the colonized. Slave owner and the enslaved. Poseidon and Medusa. All stories as old as time itself. You just have to really hear them to know they’ve always been the same.
By Mary W3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 68
We all made our final preparations and started to get ready for our mission. One of the doberman guards cast a spell on all of us that gave us night vision . Most of us were of the dog race so we already have good noses . Our sense of smell were second to none . Only a few animals and beasts had a better sense of smell than us . The bat witch didn’t need anything , because bat people excel in the night already . Bats use sonar mostly to their advantage . They achieve this with echolocation . Bats can hear better than any race on this world . Their smell is top of the line as well .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Gully
With a tattered towel Belinda dried a terra cotta mug, then lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and reached overhead to hang the mug from a row of hooks above the bar. Directly ahead, through cloudy windows framed in warping wood, she watched the early evening sun high on the horizon. A quick rap of knuckles against the counter came from the end of the bar. Belinda turned her attention towards the sound, and the man motioned her over. In a hoarse voice, he said, “Fill ‘er ep, and gimme a bowl of whatever you got.”
By A. Crossan3 years ago in Fiction