Fable
From Lips as Red as Roses
The lips of the goddess of love dripped down into the Earth. This binding power of love brought life from the deadness below. From it we came, us the bees, arose from the redness of her lips and they pressed against the dead Earth. This is the story of how my world came to an end.
By Emily Marie Concannon4 years ago in Fiction
Dig a hole and fill it yourself
The third uncle was working in the city with some people from the village. This day, there is a fat contractor to find someone to dig a hole, three uncle they follow the contractor to the site a look, this land of special soil, must be manually dug column pit, and very high requirements. The third uncle negotiated the price with the other party, and as soon as his sleeve was lifted, he went straight to work.
By Thu Hà Khương4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Legends
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Some days the great beasts patrolled the vast skies above, sunlight glinting blindingly off their metallic scales as they soared effortlessly over the ridges of the surrounding mountain tops. Other days they drifted lazily in the rivers and streams that slashed through the Valley, knowing that not a single creature had the courage to confront them, even in their leisurely state. Today however, was a different day, a special day. While most days the dragons were seen in handfuls at a time, if they were seen at all, that was clearly not the case on this day. Today, the great muscled beasts appeared throughout the Valley incessantly. Diving from behind clouds only to land softly just in front of the tree line, looking around to see if anyone had noticed their dramatic appearance. Slowly revealing themselves from a perch they had long been occupying, as if by magic they had appeared out of thin air. Or emerging by other means from the depths of the earth or surrounding water in some over dramatic fashion as if to one-up their many other predecessors. No matter how elaborately they all appeared, each and every one of them waded in to the tree line, anxiously gathering in the Valley’s dense forest of ancient trees.
By Judy Herigstad4 years ago in Fiction
The Vale of Strangeness
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. For a long time, the rolling green fells of the mountain reach lay dormant, serene. Its fertile ground home to many a farm and grange. For the people of the valley, it was a simple place, quiet and secluded; perhaps it is the nature of the Outside to appear where it is least expected. On such an occasion, when the membrane between worlds becomes so thin as to grow translucent before dissolving completely, from some strange hinterland the noumenal fingers of an unseen hand may reach into the realms of the mundane. And so, on one quiet late spring eve, such a thing did occur in the dark blue skies above our quiet mountain valley.
By Bruce Jayasinghe4 years ago in Fiction
Return of the Dragons
CHAPTER ONE Fall of the Kingdom There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The dragons had controlled the summits of the dome mountain range expanding throughout the country of Arbizol. They now lived scattered, in fear, at the base of the mountains with rouges roaming the valley hunting and slaughtering them. Now in hiding, they are a people barely hanging onto survival. Their demise began the day their opulent castle fell. That tragic night they lost their Royalty, the only fire-breathing shifters in existence. The deep-seated Dragon King, Darmeuth, had been the most feared and revered ruler in the nation. When he was murdered in an ambush, this left every dragon in the kingdom to fall to their knees in grief. In a form of inter-species telekinesis, they could feel their dragons cry out in pain at the loss of their King. The worst of it was, the Queen, Prince, and Princess lost their lives to the same monsters. That is as the story is known. Few know the unremitting provincial matter that occurred inside the dragon’s fortress walls.
By Charlisa Simmons4 years ago in Fiction
The Bloodline
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there was a time not long ago that the word dragon was used to reference reptile-like, fire breathing serpents with enormous wings that existed only in Folklore. A mythological creature that’s fate would be met by a brave knight that arrives at the reptiles guarded castle only to slay the beast and save the princess within.
By Kayla LaFleur-Mosier4 years ago in Fiction
