Har dar be dragons!
Once, it was said, a very long time ago, this was the land of dragons. The land was covered in their magic and majesty as they soared in the skies above and…
"You know what this place needs?" Franz asked from behind the stump acting as his pulpit. The forest around him seemed to have grown into a natural amphitheater. Large willows were intertwined behind him, reflecting his voice back out towards the audience among the trees. "It needs more dragons." A rustle spread through the assembled crowd. It started with the trees, and seeped out from there. The children of the trees trilled to each other across branches, while the children of the earth rumbled between the roots. With a wave of his arms, and a stamp of his hooves, Franz quieted the crowd. "I know what you're thinking, but allow me to expound." The mass of attendants seemed ready to resume complaining, but the trees shivered their consent. "I'm sure you've all seen it. The magic no longer flows in the trees. Stalworth is as dry as a rock. If we are to rectify this, then we will need dragons. As for how we bring them back, well that's easy." Franz paused, holding up a quill. "We write about them."
Once, it was said, a very long time ago, this was the land of dragons. The land was covered in their magic and majesty as they soared in the skies above and…
Stalworth needed dragons to be written about. It was a state of emergency. John sat at his desk, thinking about how to write about dragons. He got up and found…
“Ladies, work it like you own it!” Esmerelda deQueervane called out from behind the curtain. The music thumped like a freight train on acid, and she was loving…
They inundate every culture’s legends. Why? Because of that foolish pipsqueak of a lizard with wings - the yellow dragon. It’s his fault. His curiosity could…
They lived in the mountains for centuries, never leaving their caves. Now they were coming out. They slithered down to Stalworth. For Drakia had hear some…
To the east everyone Aurora knew was being killed by fairy tales. Their screams were fresh in her mind. Atop the great rock she wept and waited for a legend…
Flying on Stalworth’s back was always a thrill, always different, and always scary. Stalworth was the first dragon to come through the rift and was so named…
They will light fires, All over time, They’ve been around forever, But they’re in their prime. Their bronze hides protect them, From any natural thing, Their…
“Surely, when the season’s right, they’ll ... just get on with it?” the newly appointed Assistant asked as he struggled into his bulky fireproofed suit. The…
His dull ancient eyes watched tentatively as the boarding party came ashore his island. It wasn’t the first time he would have had to deal with humans…
A cautious flick of the tongue, testing the air. Is it safe? It is. Move now, quickly, to that rock, now that hole, now that log. Exchange some furtive glances…
The crowd erupted with a roar of anger. The townsfolk of Stalworth had not written a single word in centuries. Words were powerful. A sentence was an act of…
But, if Imagination is real, what if it spills over? Trickling into a parallel Storyline, existing right next door. All we have to do is allow them through…