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The Price of Survival
“This war is your fault,” he accused, much to Lentoria’s shock. “If you hadn’t mated outside your own species, and just accepted the proposal, none of this would have happened.”
By Lillianna Nightveil3 years ago in Fiction
A Preface to The Stirring of the Oak
In the Year 949, when the powers in the leaves were waxing full, in the shallow reaches of Caldaria (known to Passians as the Darkwood), and just across the Urf from Hildor, a young toddling boy hid in the happy hollow of a m'apple tree.
By liell3 years ago in Fiction
Bob was Right!
He had been thinking long and hard about his retirement plan. His life just isn't working for him anymore. He wasn't much to look, but he a very kind man. In fact, so kind that he and the battle-axe he calls his women didn't get along much. Every day while making breafkast he says his mantra:
By Susan Eileen 3 years ago in Fiction
What We Find in The Woods
I am awaken by a tapping on my snout. An insentient peaking of some inferior creature who either has not a clue whom they are dealing with or is so simple they could not careless that I could roast them alive with only my breath.
By L. M. Williams3 years ago in Fiction
Dragonfire
Chapter 1 The villagers knew to never venture into the forest unless they wished to meet their end. Their small village was nestled in the mountains, overseeing nothing but the thick forest below. The forest was known to be the domain of a dragon. To their left was the Kingdom of Ayr, and to the right was the Kingdom of Zeya. Neither had claimed the small village in the mountains, but it was only a matter of time. They bordered two kingdoms and would hold a tactical advantage for whoever dared claim the spot. The villagers believed that the dragon stopped the kingdoms from invading – that it had claimed that village as its own territory, forbidden to both kingdoms. They had never dared to provoke the dragon.
By Emilie Turner3 years ago in Fiction
Victima Draco
Disclaimer-following story contains dark subject matter It was the chaotic life that got young Tim into the situation. He was a savant and at age three was constantly hiding in the woods during one of his parents heated fights. He hated having to hear them fight. He was too young to know what divorce was only that was something his parents needed. Why they fought he had no clue. One bitter cold day he ran into the woods and wept. He did not realize how cold and hungry he was. He came back to his house only to find the door locked. Consumed by his anxiety he did not go inside but wandered back to the woods. He tried to make a makeshift blanket using leaves. It was roughly forty five minutes in the cold when the dragon approached.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Fiction
A Resting Place
Below is an excerpt from a short story titled "A Resting Place." It is a story about family dynamics and how that impacts people differently when dealing with grief. It is inspired by some of my own experiences and the neighborhood where I grew up.
By Jennifer M. Ward3 years ago in Fiction
Cold Night & Warm Heart
On a cold night, in a dark forest at the edge of the valley of old kings, the woods were awash with activity, and the scratches, howls, and calls of the creatures that dwelt there.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Dragons of Paranon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley; and THIS dragon now stood directly in the path of a weak boy and an innocent girl. The bravest and loudest of the boys had been right to fetch the warriors in time. Why, with decisions like this, he’d make a fine warrior himself one day…!
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
The Shack: Gifts and Apparel
Today, at work – I work at ‘The Shack: Gifts and Apparel’ in Anchorage - I was arranging a new display in the window. Teddy, our taxidermy beaver, was getting a fresh fair isle sweater and matching beanie that I finished knitting just last night to wear, when a man entered the store.
By Kendra Marya3 years ago in Fiction
An Empire of Betrayal & Order 4
Screams full of anguish, the fresh smell of blood, the sound of human flesh being torn apart, and numerous bodies lying down on the ground…That’s the kind of vision Dastan and Arol viewed as they reached Elys village.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
Embers of Defiance
Morning broke over the rolling green hills of fair Cyphrol and the warm rays of the rising sun cast long shadows beneath Lyrigor’s massive form. The great red dragon eyed his target; a small out-of-the-way kingdom that lay unprepared for what loomed over its eastern horizon.
By Hank Ryder3 years ago in Fiction