Novel Allen
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You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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When dragons cry
"Are you crying dragon father, there are droplets falling from your eyes. Can dragons cry, I never thought so". The young man was casually leaning against the great body of his parent. He touched the liquid that was trickling from the great brute's eyes, rubbing it between his fingers in wonder.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Purple and theTelepath
The mysterious and beguiling Knorr forest was bathed in an enchantingly seductive purple haze tonight, mused Dylonthe, the lovely dark purple female dragon. It is as if nature became enraptured with the color of my shiny scales and decided to be at one with my essence. Dylonthe smiled at her presumptive audacity. As she strolled leisurely along the forest floor, seeking a tasty morsel of deer or some other mouth-watering nibble, she felt the call and pull of the jungle-like undergrowth.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Which witches are witching
Far, far away in the bewitched witching, most scary, bizarre, frightening, startling, disturbing, unnerving, disconcerting, intimidating, chilling and shocking of all the petrified forests, lived the TEN SISTERS OF THE SCALDING CAULDRON. Witches most alarming.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
A child, a cat, an owl and Dragon
The forest was dark, eerie and foreboding. Light and night cast ominous shadows upon the ground, feeding the imagination with thoughts of witches, faeries and innumerable bands of night crawlers just waiting to pounce upon the unsuspecting and innocent passersby. Fear played and danced betwixt and amidst the many limbs, branches and leaves of the trees. The sky above wore it's most portentous orange glow. Evil eyes glowed in every bush and thicket, as creatures great and small scampered hither and thither, cowering in the undergrowth, peeking curiously at the folly of anyone who dared be out on such an eerie and gloomy night as this.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight and Fyre
Arcania was an exceptionally beautiful dragonian land. It's new conceptual age of domed and unusual architecture was a marvelous creation . The dwellers here were of many varied shades of loveliness. Green, pink, red, purple, yellow, black, gold, white tinted and variegated colored dragons of every comprehensible hue and tone basked in it's happy grandeur. Many magical and happy thunders and flocks who lived and thrived contentedly in their little slice of paradise, found great peace existing here with each other.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
