Fable
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
The dragon of mordiford
THE DRAGON OF MORDIFORD Chapter one There weren't always dragons in the valley. Or wyverns as some might call them. They used to only reside in the hills and forest. You have to understand I wanted a pet more than anything else. I had begged mother for one until she was sick of the mere subject of animals. I could never have anticipated what came next for the little town of mordiford.
By EVA MILLER4 years ago in Fiction
Fairy Tales
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Although it was hard to tell, given they were invisible. But it wasn’t the dragons that I feared most – it was the fairies. And the Valley was never short on the number of fairies flitting around and creating havoc among the villagers.
By Tracy Kreuzburg 4 years ago in Fiction
Hound Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The humans that lived there were simple beings, who grew food from the dust and used the hides of various beasts to cover their own skins. My dragon ancestors often watched the creatures silently from their place upon the mountain peaks, finding some slight amusement in doing so, as one mind find in a hare darting from shrub to shrub. No larger than hounds, with scales of crimson, green and brown—and a wing scale hardly suitable for gliding—they would pause from scampering about in the snow to gaze down at those curious beings in the valley. Then, a sudden warm gust of air would cause them to turn their gaze upwards to the great majesties of the sky, the seven colossal dragons who ruled over the so-called “hound dragons” in a manner that the humans would very well describe as divine. These gusts of air served as gentle reminders to my ancestors that the human realm was and would forever be, set apart from our own.
By Kimberly Jantze4 years ago in Fiction
Pegasus: the world's best flying horses
Pegasus and Hercules. Pegasus and Perseus. Pegasus and whoever else was rumored to have ridden him into a great battle that would be etched down into a saga that Greek nobles and historians would make changes to and argue about for the next hundred years or so.
By Tristan Palmer4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon of Ranrikar
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Chapter 1 There weren't always dragons in the valley of Ranrikar, neither were there humans always. The dragons came before man. Man came then with his families, his livestock and his agriculture. The six dragons that lived in the valley were wary of man from the beginning, and well they should have been, for certain men were intent to destroy the creatures, saying they feared the reptiles would eat everything they had, including their families.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Fiction
