Fable
MILY THE MILLENNIAL - Chapter 1
MILY THE MILLENNIAL | I. Roots and Factors. Copyright 2021 by Kailey Ann. All rights reserved. This is the first chapter of a #metafiction novel by Kailey Ann, read aloud by the author. Discover more about this story at HEDERAREADS.COM.
By Kailey Ann4 years ago in Fiction
Kalderbloom
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Once upon a time, dragons were a rare sight in the small kingdom of Kalderbloom. They usually stayed nestled in their secluded caves atop the cliffsides of the towering mountains, mesas, and plateaus surrounding the locale. They only came maybe two, three times a year to scavenge for livestock or take a dip or drink in the rivers and lakes of the closed-off vale. It was a quieter, more peaceful time.
By Logan Totherow4 years ago in Fiction
Clarion
She smelled like Christmas. Piercing the late July city stench of sweat and tar, Keith noticed notes of peppermint, cinnamon and clove emanating from the woman pressed at his side as they waited to cross the intersection. As the little white man appeared in his electronic box and the cuckoo that signaled a north to south crossing began to whistle, she pressed something into his hand and whispered in his ear with a faint Germanic accent:
By Penny Fuller4 years ago in Fiction
Living with dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I mean, there weren’t always red and black dragons in the Valley. The original dragons were golden. The town villagers had begun to mine for precious metals, and extra chemicals leached into the water sources the dragons used to drink from, thus causing these creatures to shed their outer skins. Underneath their old, discarded skins, iridescent-colored skins would emerge, which shone in the sunlight in hues ranging from baby blue to petroleum blue; pearly whites, shimmering pink (especially the female baby dragons)… and metallic silver colors.
By Paulette Pagani4 years ago in Fiction
Tails From the Gate
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, until that damn gateway showed up. Before it started spewing the scaly bastards left and right, I would like to think this was a peaceful place. A peaceful place, with flowers and little woodland animals, stuff like that. But now this place is full of them fighting and burning everything to the ground. We don’t know if it’s the breeze coming off the mountains or the smell of armored tanks leaking diesel fuel keeping them here, but dragons call this valley home now. And it’s up to the Fifth Division infantry to evict them. Truth be told no one has been able to kill even one. They kill themselves more than we have ever been able to even make a dent. That is until today, an injured one was spotted and we’ve been tasked with killing it off.
By Kenneth Boutte4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Tongue
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Hell, the most we'd get down here would be Crawlings when the swamp spilled over. Oh right, you're not from here. Crawlings are spider-like creatures the size of hounds with faces resembling that of crocodiles. Their scales run around it's whole head and body but it's legs are hairy, spindly and webbed-like, like a Vampire Squid if it had spiders legs. Oh phoenix-toes, where the hell are my manners; I'm Vince. I'd say it's nice to meet ya, friend, but I'm not entirely sure you or I will survive the attack on this town here so let's forgo the pleasantries at the moment and focus on the task at hand. Getting the slippery-frog-knuckle out of here!"
By Tony Stone4 years ago in Fiction
LA CURANDERA
LA CURANDERA The Healer
By Eladio Del Castillo4 years ago in Fiction
