Fable
The Dragon of Ranrikar
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the valley of Ranrikar, neither were there humans always. The dragons came before man. Man came then with his families, his livestock and his agriculture. The six dragons that lived in the valley were wary of man from the beginning, and well they should have been, for certain men were intent to destroy the creatures, saying they feared the reptiles would eat everything they had, including their families.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Fiction
Mothers'
Today is a special day for all mothers'. The years culmination of a grand event called motherhood. I never really knew how much i appreciated my mother, until this day. And when this day comes to an end, I will know that it will be all for naught. Watching this scene play out like a short end of a mozzarella branch.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
Fools and Sages
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They arrived before I was born about three decades prior to my birth. Galya Farja was a peaceful place before that, or so I’ve heard. They say the dragons came because the people were too sinful, too self-indulgent, too savage. The Metanoia people were the ones who lived here before but now they are called Drearians by the Benin people. The Benins showed up a little before the dragons. The Benins blame the sinful savageness of the Drearians for the dragons’ arrival. This is what we are all taught in school from the first day to the last. I was raised by my father, the head of agriculture of the valley. My mother was a Drearian, and she was killed in an accident right after I was born, so they say. My father and her never married, he married his own kind and had my half-sister, Tamar. I’m a half-breed and there is only so much my father’s power can get me. I work at the pub in town. Alcohol is forbidden and I don’t mind that, we serve cider mostly and other drinks. It’s mostly just a place for all the Benin men to come after work to avoid their boring lives at home. The Benin women do not come to the pub. Drearian women do though, along with the Drearian men.
By Raine Fielder4 years ago in Fiction
Iron Rookery
The stars weren’t out yet. She passed the time with hope. Hope is a thing of the future, where she was from, and it felt surreal to travel back only to sit around and wait. Her name was Saire (sigh-EAR) and she nestled atop the Arrol Gantry, 228ft in the air.
By Matthew Daniels4 years ago in Fiction
Timpul trece
Time passes in front of my eyes ... yes, we argue, we hide, we lie, we offend and this is not perfect. Everything you do hurts me a lot, no matter if it's the first words or gestures ... even a "I love you" hurts me, I feel like you're saying it just because I told you first or out of obligation not to I feel bad, not that there won't be days when I tell you I love you and you just tell me no matter what your time ...
By Bogdan Elena4 years ago in Fiction
The Man, The House, and The Gnome
Once upon a time there lived a man who inherited his ancestral house. The house was a Victorian style, with enough bedrooms and living space for comfort, but not so spacious as to feel empty when there were no guests. The person, named Adam, loved everything about the house. He loved the rooms, and the back yard spaces, he loved the kitchen and living space, he especially loved that the house’s age gave his parties a kind of extravagant flare more modern homes lacked.
By Judah LoVato4 years ago in Fiction
