Fable
Dagolin's Destiny
The cliff village was a rough and rugged place, where the winds howled through the crags and the rain beat against the rocky cliffs. The sky was always overcast, and the sun struggled to peek through the thick clouds that loomed overhead. The villagers lived in huddled wooden huts along the cliff edge, looking out over the tumultuous sea that beat against the shore far below.
By Arthur Impostore3 years ago in Fiction
Fairytale Ends
Once upon a time, there was a knight because there is always a knight. I don’t think I have to describe that guy to you because, honestly, they all look the same. They have blinding shiny armor that they make some poor esquire polish daily. They carry long swords that they sharpen every night like their masculinity depended on it. With every step they make, there is an annoying clinking sound, and every time they speak, there is nothing intelligent to be heard.
By Amanda Fernandes3 years ago in Fiction
Satori and the Town of Great Fortune
The black dragon of magnanimity hermetically concealed itself amongst the tall trees. It observed the small boy alone in the middle of the forest and strategically followed the youngster as he continued to walk on the outskirts of the mysterious town called “Great Fortune.”. The Alchemist named Nirva gave these orders. After vigilantly watching, It suddenly flew right beside the boy.
By Anthony Weir 3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon of the Grand Wood
She had the universe in her eyes. Her deep purple irises, flecked with blue and gold, were full of the infinite wisdom passed down through the generations before her. How could a creature so ancient and beautiful come in a form so strange?
By Blake Holden3 years ago in Fiction
A Game of Tag
Teeth gnashed at the heels of a young Elias as he ran laughing through the forest. The ancient maw of the enormous reptile stalking after him did nothing to quiet the toddlers squeals of excitement. In the back of his mind he knew his mother must be frantically searching for him at the edge of the wood. It would never occur to her that he could be deep in the forest on such a grand adventure. Yet this small flicker of worry couldn’t pierce the crushing of twigs and laughter escaping Elias’s lungs at this new form of game. Vines sprung from the ground below, entangling his little legs and turning his waddle of a run into a tumble down a rather steep hill. Mud splattered his face as he fell, matting his curled, russet hair, and small cuts formed on his rosy cheeks as twigs scrapped against his face; yet the smile still held as he skidded to a stop.
By Elena Scaringe-Peene3 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Quezton and Anshir
Chapter One: The Stars Wisdom As the King tucked his ill son in the crib, he pulled out an old book with a sigil of a white Dragon that his father read to him as a child called The Stars Wisdom. His child’s eyes began to drift into dream, but the King continued to read as he held his son’s hand.
By Justin Contreras3 years ago in Fiction
Lessons In Spoken Flame
Part 1: Lovers Painted Blind Two bodies entwined in rhythmic centrifuge thump against damp earth, flattening over clover blossoms and weevils in their rapturous downhill wake. The young lovers barrel into a woodpile near the edge of Feeding Forest, where none, at all, were permitted. Never.
By Jessica Berkmen3 years ago in Fiction









