Fable
The Dragon Slayer
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. I have faint memories of a childhood without them; the Peace Years, before the beasts returned to quell the serenity of our village. I was privileged (a word my mother used) to be born into a world without fear. It wasn’t bravery, however, (she made certain to remind me). I had simply never faced the chaos of a tooth's edge or the scorch of fiery breath. To my mother, I was spoiled.
By Mina Wiebe4 years ago in Fiction
My husband sucks…
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The myth though… that always existed. But why where dragons such a shocking concept? Was it because of their sheer size we couldn’t fathom them in our finite minds? We always new werewolves existed. We never questioned the existence of pixies. Heck we even bury our dead with chains around their feet so they won’t come back as vampires. That’s why it’s so hard for me to believe how shocked I was that day. I mean… I’m a blue blooded gypsy for crying out loud! I am imbued with magical power! Not just on the surface but courseing through my veins. I should have had better discernment. I should have seen it coming. Maybe I did know. Maybe I thought it was better to deny it. Perhaps the southern Romanian soil was calling out to me… but was it a warning? What was it saying? Why was I trying to ignore it? Was it fear? Is it fear now? How can I save my family, my people, my blood? I don’t even think I can save my own neck at this point. There has to be something I’m missing. There’s something I’m not understanding. I have to try to remember how it got to this point. What is the last normal day I can remember? Think… think… think.
By Candy Girll4 years ago in Fiction
Holy Duct Tape of Atenveldt
The Holy Duct Tape of Atenveldt – Cave Troll addition: The Book of Armaments, the lost chapter, verses 9 - 31. Lo, in the days of old, when the Dream was new in the minds of humanity, a wondrous discovery was made. The names of those right noble, divinely inspired gentles are deeply imbedded in the legends of the West and East Kingdoms. Their discovery, more valuable than gold or jewels, having provided devoted service was named in the much abused Latin: Taporium Ductus Sanctus, becoming known in the vernacular as Duct Tape.
By Kitty Fermengs4 years ago in Fiction
Part Two: The Adult Learns a New Game of Snakes and Ladders
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” When Yaya uttered this sentence four-year old Oliver knew it was time to put away his waffle block constructions of a stone crusher, excavator and crane. He was soon ready for bed. After two stories he was ready to close his eyes and let his mind's eye imagine as his Yaya began another Golinda and Gallopatrot adventure.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Ch.1 Maige Beatha
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Towers now climb from once fertile soil, and scorched earth has become of the people’s arable lands. Great men with scales for skin and stones for hearts accrue their wealth through the sale and labour of their countrymen.
By Wray_written4 years ago in Fiction
Journey Of The Mind
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The fact that I could now see them told me the boom shrooms in this region were getting stronger. Boom shrooms were the hallucinogenic mushrooms that grew naturally in the valley. They were also my people's drug of choice. One of my favorite past times was taking an eighth of boom shrooms, walking up the north mountain and seeing what new things my mind would create as I overlooked the beautiful valley. I had seen some pretty outlandish things, but never dragons until that day. I sat on the mountaintop and watched them for hours as they twirled and flipped about in the bright afternoon sky. They came in all colors and sizes, temperaments and designs. I knew they only existed in my head, so I applauded my own imagination for creating them. After a couple hours, I decided to head back down the slope and engage the magnificent creatures. I was curious to see what else my mind had in store for me. Many flew above but seemed not to notice me. The first one that I encountered on the ground was enormous. It was neon orange, nearly 5o feet tall on all fours, with it's spine being lined with bony spikes 5 feet tall. I stood and stared in awe as it cleaned it's scales with a rough looking tongue that was double my size. After a few moments, the neon beast turned around a it's deep, ocean blue eyes met mine. It waited for me to speak, but I had no words. So it filled the silence with a booming voice,
By Luke Woodruff4 years ago in Fiction
The Chalciren
Make sure to check out the narration video! Without further ado: There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Long ago, a people fought valiantly to drive them from the land. They called themselves the forerunners, and they would not give up what little peace they found. Swords gripped firm and shields held high, they fought doggedly to whatever ends, and from the ashes of dragon fire, they stood victorious. The defeated dragons admired the forerunners bravery despite their dispute. This was not the first of the forerunner's hardships.
By Ryan Benjamin Coakley4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Over Oklahoma
There weren't always dragons in the valley. My Grandfather taught me about such things at a young age. My father, lost in the great war, never believed him. I however, was a wide eyed boy. Looking to take in the world with all it had to offer. A happy child with a full imagination.
By J.D. Brooks4 years ago in Fiction
Jakuchō and the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Actually there had been dragons in the valley for generations (and indeed throughout the country) but only as engravings on the temple and shrine walls, as guardians at the wells where pilgrims cleansed their hands and mouths before prayers.
By Geraldine Maclurcan4 years ago in Fiction
