Fable
Nima and the Human Boy
s an abandoned toddler in the forest. “I really don’t want to do this,” she muttered under her warm breath. Nima didn’t know why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn’t her fault her brother decided to be a total idiot and fight a troll when he knew what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Fiction
You Are No Dragon
"What is your name, child?" asked the dragon, smoke swirling within her nostrils and fire burning in her belly. "Iduna," said the small child, round and supple from a diet of milk and honey. She smiled as she bit into an apple with her fresh, white teeth, leaving tiny bites in the golden skin of her favorite fruit.
By Emily E Mahon3 years ago in Fiction
The Rain Maiden. First Place in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge. Top Story - November 2022.
A thousand years ago a drought plagued the village of Shan Yu. Not a drop of rain had fallen on the village in three years. Believing Shangdi was angry with the villagers, they danced in his name, praying for storms and rain to fall on Shan Yu. But after dancing for seven days and seven nights, not a single cloud appeared in the sky.
By M. Fritz Wunderli3 years ago in Fiction
The Boy, The Beetle, The Burning (Chapter 1, Draft 1)
Ancient bones hold strong, despite the pains brought by dropping barometric pressure. It was a cool day, which he did not like. He had just eaten and needed the heat to help his digestion. Mist kissed his keeled, mottled scales and wove through the woods. Something was in the air. Something else.
By Elisabeth Balmon3 years ago in Fiction
The Trifecta
Yemo's eyes opened slowly . He was on his back looking up to a green canopy overhead. He laid there for a minute, eyes focused on the scenery. A light mist hung over his head and weaved its spell through the thickened branches. Where was he and how did he get here? He could not recall the day before, or many days before, but his mind tried to drift back to years gone by. He was old as the mountains, no doubt about it. He could not remember the day or the time, or when he was born. He saw some visions of something when he closed his eyes, a figure here, and battle there, but hard as he tried straining, he could not identify where he was now and what he had been doing.
By compassion243 years ago in Fiction
