By Wicked Moon

You pad barefooted to the waters edge. There you see a reflection, but it is not one of hope, but of a weary traveller besieged with doubts and aching limbs. You slump uneasily and wedge yourself between the gnarled roots of a great Redwood. Insects spin across the stream and the sounds of the forest send you into a quiet reverie. Sleep takes you. Soon you are haunted by dreams that seem to cut and strangle what little strength you have left. Your body twitches, a quizzical bird, startled, takes flight. Is there no end to the pain you must endure? It hits you that you cannot even remember your quest! So far from home, across dunes and lands you have never seen or heard of before. Your confusion is shattered by the splash of water across your face, followed by a heavy blow and a looming shadow. You shake your head and spit blood, looking up to see...

By Tara Miller

Gorobei's shadow once again darkens your path. Is he really there or is your distorted memory playing tricks on you as you fade in and out of conciousness? Blackness envelopes you and you feel and hear nothing more. After what seems to be only minutes, a gentle touch on your poor swollen head awakens you. and through the thin slits that you open your eyes the soft glow of the firelight and the aromatic smell of burning applewood invade your senses. "Hush youngster. You mst rest. Tomorrow we have a long hard day. Go now to sleep secure in the knowledge that a sentry is protecting you."

By jake

So off he when to the place called Dreamland, but to his dream he did not go. For there, in his dreams was a battle to be won as thoughts of madness spread across his mind and the practice of murder and humor twisted around his demented mind. Could it be that he was becoming a sadist. Even though he had just began his journey, the doubt of him failing to do what was sent to do was growing stronger each day that pasted. As he woke the next morning...

By Candy D.

As the dream Journey splits the shackled mind slides farther away from reality. There is no escape from the demented self mutilation of insanity

By nivedna

Indeed,insanity...so the journey continues to the netherland.Beyond the darkest recceses of his mind...

By DragonMaster

Images flash through your mind, 1 minute you are struggling and bound in chains, the next minute you are fighting Gorobei once again. Then calm returns and you are in a study and some one is writing furiously at a desk. You hesitatingly introduce yourself, he looks up hurridly and says, "My name is Tolkien." You bow very low because every one knows he created the Dragon Islands where you once lived but every one thought he died one hundred years ago.

By nivedna_r

'Tolkien', this name plays on your mind for quite some time-''he is actually alive.''You awkwardly make your way toward his desk, cold with fear...''To-llk-k,-''don't be afraid my dear'' ''No, this can't be'' ''Here, strange one, take this book, in it you will find what you have been searching for.''

By DragonMaster

You open it and on the first page is a map but all the names are written in a strange language after that all the pages are blank. You stammer I was never looking for that. In a slow steady voice he answers "It is the book of your soul, fist is the map the second you must write for your self." Then he walks out through a sturdy oak door. When you try the handle it is locked. So you slump down on the chair in front of his desk.

By nivedna_brando

''Book of my soul.''You run your fingers down the cover, velvety, with two entwined serpents engraved in the spine. Suddenly, the serpents eminate a red spark. ''Could this be a sign? - Danger?''........

By Lisa A. Smith

Danger...no, no...This is not what of a sign of danger, but of things yet to come. This red, eminating spark must be the mark of courage and strenght which has brought me thus far. Abandoned by Tolkien, I am left to my own devices to write the destiny of my poor, tortured soul...May I make this heroic should it me my last mark upon this unearthly world...or should I create an easier existance than what has already been foresaken?

By trish

i will climb on your back you will carry me through the fluffy clouds and take me to the enchanted land there i will dream. take this book dont let go of it please keep it safe my friend i will watch over.

By Dave

I stand deep within a forest just on the edge of a large clearing. "Ahhh how I love spring" I think as the scent of new growth hits my nostrils. For the first time in as long as i can remember I feel truly "alive". I catch movement far on the other side of the clearing. Slowly I bring myself out of the forest and into the medow. Walking forward not taking my eyes off the spot where I noticed movement I catch the shine of the mid-morning sun off of long golden blonde hair...

By Lisa Smith

This site I see is much too lovely to be human. In the midst of the meadows wonderful illusion, I find this heavenly half-human, half-birdlike woman with the lockes of goldest hair and feathers of the purest snow. We slowly sized each other up apprehensive of fear and amazment. I was careful in my approach of this wonderous creature for I did not know whether she was friend or foe. I finally stood before her and knelt by her side as she spoke in a sing-song voice, "I am call Allaiah, Princess of the Moral Sky. Would you fly with me?"

By nivedna

''Allaiah, a name as sweet and lyrical.Most certainly, I would be delighted to fly with you.'' ''Well then, my dearest, take my hand and we shall sail the heavens and yonder.''...and so the lost one stood hand in hand with the princess. Indeed a princess she was, adorned with the most finest of jewels. Golden locks of hair bouncing at her shoulders. She was draped in a silken scarlet cape. Around her neck was a chain, a serpent pendant- the same pendant engraved in the spine of that velvet book...

By Tara Miller

The elven-like beauty is reflected in the glowing depths of your eyes as you gazedirectly into hers.the bonds of the earth no longer contain the two of you and an unknown power lifts Allaiah and you toward the heavens. Your view as you soar above the intensely green forests and meadows is like that of an eagle.You can see for hundreds of miles as you drift, but looking earthward your vision is so acute you can see each leaf on every tree ,so close you can almost touch them. Far in the distant towers the mountain that is home to the Dragonlord Avandis. It is into his magical world that you and Allaiah are destined to end this portion of your journey.The world slides beneath your feet as you speed forth.In the azure sky above the mountain Avar circles a black dot. Your eyes are drawn to the growing figure as you approach. Enormous wings take shape, then the long tail and flashes of light like the sparks from a blacksmith's forge leap from the ever growing form.Atiny form can be seen on the back of the great flying beast now. Your ethereal escort brings you to a halt mid-air and the two of you hang suspended thousands of feet over the top of the mountain waiting for what you now recognise as a greater dragon mount.Forty feet from the end of his fire belching snout to the tip of his tail this enormous creature is golden colored and emits an aura in all shades of the rainbow. The human on his back is there only to watch out for him and as you wait, the Dragon speaks to you without speaking. He knows of your quest and as you see his picture speech in you mind he grants you permission to enter the Kingdom of Avandis.

By £eah

His voice sounds as if many waters, he speaks in parables that are almost a riddle. " you my child are the only one that has endured such a journey" Many have tried and all have failed. I couldn't understand "how did i survive and others fail?" The beast knew what i was i thought about. He lowered his head as if to bow as if in submission. "you are the key to happiness in this kingdom, for so long we have waited, hoped and dreamed that or kingdom would live in peace, and now you are here!" The kingdom Avandis awaits! The kingdom was encircled by a solid golden gate that shown as the sun. The rider that sat upon him reached in his dark cloak and handed me 3 strange looking keys. The dragon pointed to the one that opened the gate to the beautifull kingdom. I enquired about the other two keys that were left. he answered " you have gained acess to this kingdoms fine city but in order to see peace here you must search for the respectable places for these other 2 keys" Go to the old oak tree on the ther side of the city, pace your hand inside the large opening inside the tree and you will find instructions for your next journey.

By DragonMaster

You plod sadly across the city to the old oak tree for you wished to stay hear longer.You look inside the tree and instead of the metal keys you expected you find two tiny dragons with keys on the end of their tails!!

By DragonMaster

Then you have an idea you pull the book out of your heavy purple cloak. You open it and taking a griffen feather quill out of your pocket but as soon as you put it to the paper, ink flows across the page forming a bizzare map. All the writing is in the ancient speach of the long dead human beings. You of course are dwarfish. The map is of a land you do not know.

By alice

More maps you think but is not life a path way so can you not map it.

By Fairyraindancer

suddenly you are transported back to the room where Tolkien once sat except you are alon and you are holding the book.You notice a messag scrawled across the pages it reads:Beware the visions you have seen some are real others a dream pick wisely upon your journey and give not in to hate and fury.You stare at the words reading them over and over again and the you catch it ut of the corner of your eye.A sprite or fairy of some sort.She seems so familiar but you cannot place where you have seen her before.very softly she speaks to you:seek the dragon city in the clouds they will lead you to your next task.Then as quickly as she appeared she is gone.you think to yourself Dragon city huh?as you walk out the door and start on your way the only problem is how to find the city.the book in your hands begins to humm and you notice a griffans quill wedged between the pages you open the book and...........

By Heidi

You see a dazzling map as you open the book, filled with wonderful pictures and paths. As you search for the dragon city in the clouds on the map, you try to piece together what the sprite/fairy said. "Imagination is the key to unsolving this mystery", you say to yourself, laughing a bit at the fact that it rymed. Then right as you do not expect it the troll runs back around and knocks you over. The book flied into the air, and the quill along with it. The quill falls straight into the ground and at once a magical change takes place. A gryffon! He says, "You are the chosen one, and it is my duty to take you to the dragon city in the clouds." You collect up the pages off the book, and put it back together as correctly as you think is possible, and jump on. You had barely settled yourself, when he took off, and you were suprised to hear a voice that sounded like you own screaming.

By Mrs. Sarahlee Boshey, USMC, retd.

as i felt the knife severing my cartoid arteries, i thought, Damn, Woman get up and do something. So I straddled my rifle and blew his head off, in a blaze of glory, it exploded in the snow, a little surprise for someone who mesed with a resting Vet. And we are still here to protect all of you; maybe we look old, but i telll you, we got a few cards up our sleeves, and the sleeping giant is awake, and the old vets will watch your back.some of us remember respect, and we love you.

By Fairyraindancer

The scream was fillimg your head overtaking your fear with a sort of understanding you have never known.Thats when you realize what has happened.The griffin you saw was but a spirit which has merged with your own allowing you and the beast to be one.You hear the spirit within you calling....I will be with you always call on me and I will be there.A calming sensation overcomes you as you glide to the ground landing quite surprisingly on your own two feet.You glance down at your hands and see the griffin there upon your forearm.The mark of the beast of the wind comes a voice from behind you.You whirl around and come face to face with a familiar face.You know its familiar but you can't quite place it.He stares at you in disbelief.Don't you remember me my friend?It is I Nitron.....

By Heidi

Nitron....The face seems so familiar, but the eyes are strange. You can see pain and suffereing in his eyes. *gasp* YOu remember Nirton now. It was an experience you wanted to forget...in the dungeon of Daltaza. You weren't there very long, but the other inmates always told stories of those who went crazy. It wasn't hard...no lights, no music, no contact with the outside world. If it wasn't for the other humans in the jail you knew that you certainly wouldn't have stayed sane. Nitron was in for life....how did he get out you wonder. The eyes stare into yours....cold and cruel...

By Fairyraindancer

what do you want with me you say surprised by your own harsh tone. How is it you know about the griffin on my arm? He stares at you in disbelief as if he cannot believe you are asking him these questions. Don't you remember he says dont you remember how I got to that horrible place? He holds out his arm and shows you a horrible rigid scar. I once had that same mark you now carry. But they took if they tried to bind the power of the beast to their own and it went cruely wrong...dont you remember.... Nitrons eyes begin to fill with tears as he breaks down at your feet. You bend down to console him and he continues...but it was said that only those of dracoid heritage could bear the mark and you you cant be dracoid not you.... I dont understand!! Nitron begins to back away from you with a crazed look in his eyes. You step forward to cmfort him again and the look set in his eyes startels you so that you jerk back in defense. In a sudden rush you see a flash of silver and you react on pure instinct, the next moment you are on your knees holding Nitron as the blood pools around his body....

By Karkris

You watch as the life leaves Nitrons eyes, wondering if you reacted too quickly. What if Nitron were here to save you from the evil that might await you around the next corner? What if.....ah, there are so many what ifs. Jumping up, looking around, you grab the book and rush away from this horrible place. You are searching for peace and this is not where to find it. So, on you travel, weary and troubled, wanting only to find a place to rest your tired bones.

By Fairyraindancer

you finally come to rest near a grand oak tree your thoughts whizzing through your mind mingle with Nitrons last words.....Why was he so afraid of me then....Am I of Dracoid lineage....what does it all mean?? you stagger to the shelter of the massive tree and sit to rest as sleep overtakes you and fills your mind with dream..you see amid some clouds the bird woman of your visions and try to follow her to find where she is going only to lose her in the clouds you hear her call to you as a shrill warning rips though the air....Gaurd your beast it is the key!! you turn towards the sound of the voice as you blink you find yourself sitting under the oak tree but somthing is different...very different...someone is watching you and you feel the cold chill of its darkness engulfing your entire being....

By katkris

All of a sudden you are swept to another place, another time. The landscape is forebidding and frigid. You are not prepared for this cold, so you look around for shelter. As you scan the countryside, you see some dwellings by a stand of trees. You wonder if this is a safe place or a place filled with the evil like the evil that has been seeking out your thoughts lately. You shake your head as you walk towards the dwellings. You are thinking that this will be trouble, as it always is when you find yourself placed in a new and strange environment.

By Aeschlan

Your feet make no noise on the ground as you walk. The only sound is of trees whispering in a restless wind. The dwellings seem abandoned, lonely, but at least human in a way that the surrounding landscape does not.

By Fairyraindancer

you decide to knock on the door to one of the dwellings.As the door opens you come face to face with...yourself! You take a few steps back trying to speak but no word will come. The other you stares at you in disbelief and promptly closes the door from which it came.

By Rene

As you stand there staring at the door which has just revealed yet another beconing journey. Only this journey is one into your own soul...should you choose to travel it...

By Heidi

You know that this is no esay choice. Choose the door and you may never be the "you" that you think you are again. Or you could stay out and deny your destiny. As you sleep on it, and the night turns to mmorning you open the dorr...and step inside...

By Debbie

the room is filled in an ice blue light. It seems so cold here. fear grips at you, but you know that you must face yourself. The there are others there waiting.An old man walks up to and say "My son couarge is a gift from the gods, but fear is a package from the belly of the serpent"You look at him realizing that it is you and he fades in to the icey blue mist. Now you must....

By nick collins

.......... your thoughts seem to be those of another, why am in this strange world? why all these strange dreams? surely the book holds the answers. slowly and with fear in your heart you open the tome, surely this must be a some apparition. before your eyes the book dissolves, like a mirror it begins showing an image of the doorway opening. a woman of such immense beauty emerges beckoning you towards her. surely this can't be real.........

By nick collins

dragons, beautifull women. This is all getting too much. The keys! closing the book you stand and approach the door, locked barred from the inside. There doesn't seem to be any handle or keyhole yet there is an intricate design engraved upon the door. As you examine the pattern in the woodwork the whorls and grain seem to begin to take shape. Twisting and developing into ever more complex forms, then slowly the image begins to take shape. A mighty allbeit a small dragon appears in the wood. it seems to be reaching out for something, the keys! reaching inside your cloak you retriece the dragon keys. gold or silver? pure folly there could be no way! you reach forward with a key in each hand. with your hand shaking you reach forward with the gold key nothing! possibly the silver key? again reaching forward you place the key on the door, a strange tingling sensation reaches down your arm but nothing appears to happpen. with a weary sigh you replace the keys, what went wrong surely the keys should have opened the door. so many visions of the door being open. someone ,somewhere wants me to enter. the dragon still glaring at you now seems to have a smirk on its face, " dont think your so smart stuck on a door in the middle of bloody nowhere! not some big fire breathing dragon now are we? just a pathetic guardian of a pathetic door, in a pathetic wood". god i'm talking to a bloody door now!

By Fairyraindancer

you take a step back and decide to gather your thoughts.You study the door once more and with it come to you.the dragon...it is not just a dragon but wood as well it is two that is one.You hold the keys out in front of you and gently slide the two pieces together.There is a flash of light before your eyes and as the light dies you see in your hand a new key with swirls of gold and silver.You look at the dragon who is now smiling quite radiantly at that.You place the key in the door and with a soft click the door creeps open..

By claire

"God, it's really friggin' cold. Why am I here? Remind me why I'm here ..... The things poeple will do for glory. I could be at home doing ...well, something a lot more enjoyable than this. Why does this kind of thing happen to ME? Why?! And dragons ... was this part of the job description? Don't answer that. I feel like I should be on talk-show right about now ... REALLY Dangerous Adventures and the people who love them. Christ, I could really use a San Miguel right now. Wait, maybe being inebriated around something that can probably roast me in about two seconds is not a smart idea. GRRRR!!!!! This can get really amazingly frustrating at times. Being a 'hero' isn't easy. Wait, has anyone ever told me it would be? You know, on second thought, that San Miguel is starting to look real good again ... All these frickin doors and paths!!! Could someone just buy me a map? Wouldn't this make things easier? But nooooo, can't be too easy. Where would be the fun in that? If I live through this, and I'm telling you, I better live though this, I am gonna throw one hell of an afterparty!"

By joan crosby

I am awake but I can not open my eyes for the bright light. Dont panic I tell myself. My memory starts to come back and I remember every little detail surely I have been dreaming. Atlast, I am wide awake in my bed with the sunshine in my eyes. What is this golden key on my pillow my night gown is torn in shreds, bits of twigs and leaves on my bed. I scream and scream as I notice a hideous creature at the foot of my bed. I can not move my legs to get out of bed to run away. My eyes feel tired I am drifting back to sleep but I dont want to go back where my memory takes and I dont want to stay here help me please someone.

By Fairyraindancer

as if by instinct you scream the first thing that comes to you, Korin Shakarin you scream as the sound of your voice resonates through the darkness.your tatoo is now glowing with a furious heat and your feet begin to form talons and your arms are now great wings pulling you up up and away from the danger that threatens to overtake your very soul.You soar above the frightning scene below you and notice it has vanished you glide down to land and nothing happens.You try to release yourself from the griffin trasformation but nothing happens thats when you notice and incidious laughter coming from the darkness...It laughs at you and as you step forward through the darkness you realize you have not had much practice walking of four feet.You promptly fall over and the laughing grows louder and louder untill it echos through your head pounding at your sanity.You bring your wings around your head to try and shield yourself and just as suddenly as it came the laughing ceases.you fold you wigns back only to notice you are again outside the door but there is a message scrawled accross the door it reads you have learned the lesson you needed to learn find that which you seek within your heritage....Odd you think, I was an orphan and know nothing of my heritage..Then you think of what Nitron said...Perhaps the anwser lies with the Dracoids...But where does one find a legend where does one find that which has not been seen for decades?????

By Babygirl

Suddenly a reflection in a nearby window distracts you. It is that of a beautiful young girl with raven coloured hair and a strange mark on her forehead. Something about her seems familiar but you cannot remember ever meeting her before "Leave this place before it is too late." You turn around but there is no-one there. Was she another figment of your twisted imagination. Before you have time to think a net is thrown over you. "Subdue the beast" Someone cries and you are knocked unconscious by a heavy blow.

By liz

I awake in a large open field, looking up into a deep dark black sky.No stars ,no moon , nothing.Where am i, whats happened to me?

By Candy D

What is happening your mind is screaming in fear. Is this real? Slowly your eyes focus, it is not a open feild, as the hand creeps around seeking familiarity your sense of reason slapps you back. Your a captive of the raven haired one, your locked in a velvet padded cell. Or has your ragged, worn twisted mind betrayed you again?

By Fairyraindancer

you notice you are being coralled into a large hose drawn wagon.As you are shoved up the ram[p you can smell the scent of moldy straw and thats when it happens...you feel the anger welling within you as you let out a shriek.Bouning up on your hind legs you hear the ropes that have been binding you snap.You are Free you run and head for the forest but then decide to turn and face these who would have you bound as a slave or worse. You fell your anger burning within you and at that moment you let out a stream of fire from your mouth and nostrils setting the wagon a blaze.You jump back at your own surprise and think How did that happen...the men who had onced tried to capture you are now in a panic and look as though they are running for their lives.You try and calm yourself an as you do it comes to you....What were those words I said...if I could just remember....ah yes...You shout Korin Shakarin you feelyour wings fold back and your own feet touch the dirt beneath you. You look over at the burning wagon only to see a frightened man backing slowly towards a tree.You approach the man trying to figure out what they wanted with you but he begins muttering hysterically.From what you can make out hes saying somthing about Griffins.You give him a good hard slap and he comes around a little.You sit him down and ask what his party was doing and he stares at you blankly...After a while and quite to your surprise he asks what manner of beast is this!!! What are you...a demon???Why do you ask you say and his eyes are suddenly filled with horror once again...Griffins do not breathe fire....What are you what are you...He becomes agitated and tears off through the forest and all around you is silent once again You decide to make use of the ember close by an build yourself a fire for the night and all of a sudden it hits you.....Why it didnt come to you sooner you really don't know but you are rather embarassed to notice that you are stark naked.Hmmm you think what next????

By katkris

You run to the shadows of the trees and try to figure out what to do about covering yourself up. At the same time, you are wondering why you don't feel the cold. Then it really hits you, this is all a dream, just a bad dream. You try to make yourself wake up, but it's no use. One cannot make ones self wake up. The dream has control, not you. So, you sit under a tree and rest your head against it. Before you know it you are really asleep.

By spellbinder

When you wake from your sleep,you know nothing has change at all.You hear strange noises but see no one.The noises turn to voices.You tremble and fear for your life.The Beast has sent his brood out hunting for you.I must gather my powers and fight these evil demons,fear paralyses you.What next.

By Mmmhmm

You shake your head vigorously, trying to expel the innumerable reveries and conjectures which torment you ... you wonder, is this truly a dream? Or is this, in fact, reality? Vaguely you recall the various moments in your life which you thought were times you had awoken to 'reality'...there was that rather mundane call to the counselor's office...that bizarre and discomfiting episode in which you were exposed by Candid Camera, complete with "skanky Suzanne Sommers"...now that was the *real* nightmare. Tossing these disturbing memories aside, you finally come to the conclusion that this is your actual life, the one you are leading right now. Speaking of which, you suddenly snap back to reality and realize you are surrounded by the Beast and his little helpers, who have been cunningly gathering around you this whole time...

By star_scenario

Irritated, suspicious, and suddenly exhausted, you are drained of all hope, and flooded with despondency. You look about and find you are completely confined by the Beast and smaller beastlings, who have formed a solid wall around you. Seeing as there is no escape, you resignedly sit down in a gesture of surrender. You look up at the fierce, ferocious Beast, expecting him to swallow you whole (or maybe break you into a few bite-size chunks). Instead, his nostrils flare, and he emits a bit of fire which hangs in the air, its mystical blue glow illuminating him and his strange circle of creatures. Seeing him in this better light, you realize his large eyes glow not with fury, but with pain, and he is not fearsome at all, but ineffably weary. The agony of years is in his eyes, and you realize that all along, he did not want to injure you; but rather, confront you, confront you about your past...as you slowly come to see that he is a beautiful and majestic dragon, he makes a confession: "Lu-- er, Revel Bastian, I AM YOUR FATHER..." Could this by what Nitron meant by Dracoid heritage??. . .

By Fairyraindancer

you stand there mouth hanging open and at a loss of what to say. Here standing before you is not only a possible link to your past but the one thing you had resigned to impossible....Your Father?? You were taken aback by this statement but you somehow knew what he was telling you was truth...Give my tour hand he says and you do without hestitation....close your eyes and think he tells you of what I would look like in human form. You obey his command and as you open your eyes you see before you a very tall very broad man.His skin is bluish and warrants a scaly appearance.You focus on his eyes and now you are sure this is the same being....but how did you do it you ask shocked and amazed at the same time..It was not I he says it was you you are the one who did it. You shake your head in disbelief and tell him thats not possible but he just laughs a soft laugh and begins....You look like your mother ya know....she was a very powerful white mage thats how I came to her ...I was in need of her service....Service??you inquire...Yes he continues your mother was very powerful and was quite fond of us umm Dracoids I mean..I was there to see about a protection spell..Protection spell you interject?? We will get to that later he says but none the less I became quite smitten with her and after a while we were fast on our way to a complete union the problem was her people looked on Dracoids as animals as less than their equals but your mother understood what we were and more importantly she understood that which we hold above all else...Our spirit magic and it scared her kind they were jealous of her power.When the town found out she was with child they made a plan a plan to take her while her power was at its lowest and that as the night you were born. The evil ones came to her in her weakened condition and she had no reason to fear those she though were he friends but thetook her in the night and I found her in the morning at the foot of the water fall she was a wreck and had been beaten so badly ifit weren't for her smell I would have never known it was her.He was fighting back tears hard now and you tell him he doesnt have to continue but he insist I want to tell you everything before it becomes to painful to continue...his eyes fight back the tears once again and he continues....I found you he says in the cave your mother and I used to meet in the wet nurse was with you and was frightenedso that I could'nt get a story out of her for at least half the day...finally i asked about you and with a scared tone she informed me they tried to kill you but your mother used the last of her magic to cloak you and the nurse so you could escape to safety..Why did they want ti kill me you ask....because the evil of the one he continued slowly....he saw the powerof your mother becoming greater in you and he saw the rise of the dracoid nation through you..It was said the Griffin of Fire would burn clean the impurities of the land and that my son is you...But wary of the evil one his eyes are many and his ears are always listening...Wait who is this evil one you manage to say and you father becomes deadly still and stares at you blankly....That was a name I had hoped never to cross these lips again but for you my son I will speak it once and only once more his name.....is..Gorobei.....

By Jonz

Gorobei! I scream. How can it be. He too claimed to be my father once, though he could not prove it. Much of what you have told me I already knew, but had to hear you tell it in your own words./I don't know how I knew, only that I did. But what you did say matched that which had been written. Now I understand, I know everything. I was not suposed to know anything till I came to you. This way the book and myself would remain safe. I see it all so clearly now. A big tear ran unchecked down my cheek. I remember the softness of her voice and tenderness of her spirit. She came to me many a night in my dreams speaking words of encouragement. I know now, I remember everything! Now it was father's turn to look questioninglly. Written, he said? Yes father, mother left a diary of everything. Of her love for you,her magic, your magic and what mine would be once I discovered it,s true value. But how was she able to keep it safe all these years, Father asked. She wrote down a small poem that only I would be able to read. Even if anyone else could read it, it would do them no good, for only the sound of my voice would open the book. It has still much to say. I've not had the time to finish reading it. Please forgive me father, I need time to take all this in. Might I impose upon you for a place to gather myself and get some rest. Your strength will hold as will mine for a while...

By Tracey

I awoke to a shining ray of light that beamed down on my face, making me feel warm and for a moment safe. I was not where I was when i fell asleep but I knew that where ever I was I was with my father, finally everything seemed more clearer to me. I knew I still had a long journey ahead of me only this time I was not alone!!!

By funkymonkey

Oh. It was all a dream.

By fairyraindancer

that was my first though waking up in this peaceful place...but it wasn't all a dream it was reality and now I was not alon I hvea my memory at last and most of all i have my Father. His love and guidance will help me on my way and together we will prevail......A dream??? Fancy the thought......But NO I could not,would not give this up for anything in the world... The smell of eggs and bacon flood the room and I am struck by the thought that I have not eaten anything for the last few days.....MMMMMMMMMM ....nothing could be more splendid at this moment than that......

By Roxy

If only the feelings that Im feeling now could last forever.

By katkris

What a journey it had been in my dream. Traces of it were still lingering in my head. As I walk to the kitchen the traces get weaker and my stomach growls louder. Oh, to live that life of fantasy, instead of this everyday world in which I dwell in. How mundane and boring all of this is compared to the world that is now slowly fading from my head. The beauty, the freshness, and the stark terror that was mine while I slept. I want to go back to sleep, but I know I will never capture that feeling again.

By katkris

I am sad. I want to go back to that world in my dreams. I want to feel the passion and the terror. I want to know the true and pure love. I remember those places with sorrow. I hate to live now, with what I have seen in my head. I can't stay in this shallow world, knowing that there could have been more to my life.

By Aeschlan

The kitchen faucet is leaking. The monotonous drip-drop, drip-drop is the only sound in the house. Outside, I can hear children laughing, their youthful joy carried to me on the wind. I pull back the curtains and look out the window into my garden. It is late autumn, and the leaves have long ago fallen from the trees, been gathered into piles, and burned. I close my eyes and turn my face towards the weak sunshine filtered through the cool glass, remembering the sharp scent of smoke, and the strange happiness that I always feel when the trees go to glory and I can tie my hair back, put my father's old sweater on, and go outside to rake leaves. Autumn. The short, dying, poignant time after the hot, undignified sweatiness of summer, and before the cruel blast of winter. The time when the trees sing their rattling swan song, and the death of their summer finery is at once so beautiful and yet so sad. I inhale the memory of burning leaves. I feel the woollen sweater, scratchy and smelling of sheep. I open my eyes again to stare at the naked branches, the empty flowerbeds, the shed with its efficient padlock. I sigh. Pressing my hot forehead against the windowpane, I do what I always used to do when I was a child, before I stopped believing in magic, in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, before I learned that the lies my father told me were to protect me from the world for as long as possible...I peer into the underbrush at the end of my garden and look for fairies.

By katkris

I close my eyes and remember the days of my youth. I was happy, at least I thought I was at the time. If I had known what the future held, I would have done things differently. I don't know what I would have done to change my life as it is now, but I would have done something! I yearn for those free and simple days again.The days of watching clouds roll by, of feeling joy and knowing that surprises were just around the corner. I want to tumble down grassy knolls again and feel my stomach turn upside-down. I want to laugh like I did when I got a new bike. I just want to laugh again. As I look out at my garden, I see weeds and disarray. I see that I need to prune the bushes. I see trash that has blown across the yard. When I was young I saw the flowers and butterflies. I saw my friends playing. I saw good. Now, all I see are the urgent things that must be done. I see problems and worries. I see darkness enveloping my life.

By Fairyraindancer

I turn in the door way and catch sight of my father. How strange it is to say that word. Come he says there is much to do. Our breakfast is over much to soon and my journey must begin again.Only this time I am not alone..We head out for the lost forest in search of what I am not sure.My father has brought with him a journal much like the one I first saw when my journey began.Why did you bring a journal? I ask him as he puts it in his bag. No this is no journal I assure you...It is an ancient book of spells and magical creatures an ancient book handed down by the first ones and gaurded fiercely by our kind.No human has ever sent eyes upon it and lived to tell what they saw. A hard lump forms in my throat as I say "I am Human" Not quite he says laughing rather amused...You my son are dracoid as well never forget it it is in your heart and it is the light that feeds your soul.Your mother as well knew this to be true for she her self was a quarter dracoid..this is why HE feared her so.

By Aeschlan

I cannot look at my father. I stare at the book in my hands and run my finger over the strange symbols etched into its ancient leather cover. Tears blur my vision and I keep my head down. I feel confused, my mind reels with the things my father has told me. The skin of the book feels odd - smooth and yielding, very unlike anything I have ever felt before. I am frightened, and make to hand it back to him. My hands feel dirty.

By Aeschlan

My father shakes his head, and refuses to take the book from me. 'No,' he says. 'It's for you, child. Your birth-right. You are the one.' I look up at him, and the branches of trees criss-cross over his head, reminding me of horns. A cool wind has picked up whilst we are talking, rustling the dead leaves that litter the forest floor. I turn my face away, and glance down at the book in my hands again. A shiver runs down my spine. Almost of its own volition, my hand opens the book, and the wind rises suddenly, blowing the hair back from my tear-stained face. The pages of the ancient tome start turning with blinding rapidity, as if something invisible is searching for a particular page. I have forgotten my father...words race by, beautiful illuminations, diagrams, lists, woodcuttings, weird symbols. Suddenly, the pages stop turning and the book lays itself flat in my hands. Without meaning to, I start reading, my eyes follow the words and a strange feeling of unreality sings through my brain. I am possessed by the story...

By Lilith

When I can finally tear my eyes away from the page, I find myself not in the woods with my father, but rather standing alone in the middle of the biggest, dirtiest parking-lot I have ever seen. I look around me and the grey cracked concrete stretches in all directions, out of sight into the horizon. There is not a sound. My ears strain painfully. I clear my throat and am relieved even at this tiny sound. I put the book under my arm and glance at my watch. The hands are moving backwards. I tap the glass, but they continue moving. I decide to ignore this, and begin contemplating what to do next.

By Lilith

I start walking, but feel odd because I cannot orient myself. There aren't any points of reference by which I can situate myself. As I walk along, I constantly look around me, straining my eyes to catch a glimpse of anything other than the vast stretches of dusty concrete. The sky is the colour of buttermilk - dull yellow, overcast, uninspiring. Suddenly I stop dead in my tracks and stop breathing for a moment. I can see something....but I can't quite believe what I see. I'm sure it's an....no, it can't be....an elevator? Yes. An elevator door, about fifty yards from where I stand. Dull grey doors, a keypad, all by itself in the parking lot. I can't help but burst out laughing; it's so incongruous that I feel my sense of humour coming back. Despite everything. The absurdity of life sometimes. I do the only thing there is left to do - I start walking in the direction of the elevator. I never could resist the chance of an adventure. And besides, I'm tired of wandering around the parking lot...

By Fairyraindancer

As I come to the elevator I see that there is no obvious way to go up or down so as I enter I decide to see just where down is. The elevator begins to lurch and I can hear the sound of steall cables lowering me down,but where could I bee going? All of the sudden the space goes black and I cannot see my hand in front of my face.My breath becomes ragged and short and I feel the elevator pound to a stop as I pass out.My drams are filled with visions.....so many images but what do they all mean.....I feel a hand on my shoulder and a soothing voice calls to me....do not be afraid my son I will always be with you... Mother?? I shout as I turn..Is that you?? I see a transparent figure before me and for a moment she takes my breath away. Before I can speak....Remember my son,remember..... I reach out to her..Remember what?? What am I supposed to remember?? I will always be there...remember?? Mother I cry out what do I need to remember...I reach for her as her figure dissapates and all is black.. As my eyes open I see my father staring at me,a single tear on his cheek. You saw her didn't you? But how? I ask.She was very powerful your mother,even now her spirit dwells withi n us and we are never alone.Now come along we have a long journey ahead....

By Fairyraindancer

Night has fallen and we are still traveling.Father I say we must stop for the night.We can't we are almost there.Almost....where my voice trails off. Before me stands a huge circle of stones.It is so immense it takes my breath away. Here is where we make camp and here is where we will stay untill you are ready. Ready for what? I inquire. All in Good time my son. I gaze at the stone carvings upon the monolith before me and realize that it depicts my journey,,, but how?? and these other symbols,what do they mean?? A man to a Griffon a Griffion to a Dragon a Dragon to a Spirit Dragon. But what does it all mean and How do I fit into this puzzle... I must remember... but what is it I must remember and why all of a sudden do I feel as if I have forgotton?

By katkris

I sit back among some small trees, whose leaves are whispering faint chants to me, "Remember, remember." I shake my head and look across the clearing by the huge monolith. There stands my father, looking old and used up. My eyes tear at the thought of losing him. I bow my head, softly crying myself to sleep. But, the dreams. The awful dreams that come when I try to rest. They leave me so tired and drained. I pull myself up from the depths and leave dream clouds whirling away from me. My eyes open and it is morning. I look around, surprised at the sunlight. How do I lose so much time when I dream. I was only asleep for a few seconds. I shake my head again and rise with the day, wondering what it holds for me.

By taddy_13

Then, i stepped in crap... This was the lowest I thought I would ever get. "Tomorrow is another day," I kept telling myself. "But, how soon would tomorrow be here," I thought to myself as I cleaned the crap off of my foot. I was getting hungry too. I don't remember ever eating...

By liz

chocolate ice cream. i thought it was strawberry but it was sure good. i thought to myself "When will tomorrow come? i want it to come so bad because

By frederick g grossi

the ice cream was melting all around me and in the clearing i see a path that leads into a deeper void. were it leads i well fine out until the mist around me clears i have a strange felling of rotting leaves; do i move the feeling of death falls onme like a ton of demons about to devour me. i well go then far way in the distance i see the ivory castle.

By The assistant of Iffy

Den all of a sudden iffy appeared and told all the characters to piss off. She killed dem all with her magic ray gun. Now iffy was queen, she named the place Never Never land. She made Bin Laden her king. also iffy wud like 2 say Fuck tha free world. and im all for america, fuck tha goverment!!!

By fuzzygal

while iffy was 'fuckin the government' she comes across the lunatic fuzzygal and her luxurious CHAINSAW and kills her and bin laden to shit. She takes her frying pan from her pocket and starts to collect the pieces of tasty meat from aroung the tree and starts the fire. mmm....its a bit chewy though.

By fuzzygal

and she became the new queen

By lifesaver

A loud rumbling sound caused iffy to look up suddenly from her meal. In the distance she saw a train passing. Just this side of the train was a gray haired indian wearing buckskin leggings with coat and tails. He held high in his hands a baton and seemed to be conducting an orchestra....no...oh!.." I must find the train conductor! " cried iffy.

By KoRtNeY

Then as the train keep going through the misty sky like flames from hell, horrifying screams were heard all around her. As the screams crept slowly trough her head, the idian suddenly started to change his appearence like satan, saying, "La vostra morte è il mio piacere!" meaning 'your death is my pleasure.' He looks at her as if he was curious about something

By lifesaver

iffy approaches the satan like creature with no fear. "Seems we take pleasure in the same things!" shouts iffy,as she hurls her red hot frying pan at its head. The creature explodes in a firey shower of radiant sparks and is no more! Standing defiantley with her hands on her hips, iffy cries out once again!, " I must find the train conductor!'

By fuzzygal

iffy then realises that she was the one who was dead......(as she was 5 paragraphs ago)....and she didn't rise from the dead because the lunatic Fuzzygal was eating her tasty bits of meat from the frying pan....(get with it ppl).

By lifesaver

AS iffy walks to the train station, she sees a news stand. Out of the corner of her eye she catches a startling headline; " Queen iffy is dead!" iffy takes her journal out of her pocket and reads over the past few days. She notes how she came across the lunatic fuzzygal and her chainsaw and kills her and bin laden to shit. So fuzzygal is dead! iffy taps the side of her head with the tip of her finger... so the rumors of my demise are greatly exagerated! Well here I stand alive and well......someone wrote that story all wrong!

By fuzzygal

Iffy looks around the area she's in and then realises that she's in hell.....so i am dead....she comes across a large book besides satans thorny bed side, it had a list of those in hell or those who were still alive. And yes... her name was under those who were dead and fuzzygal's name was under those who were still alive. Fuzzygal was unstoppable

By fuzzygal

Iffy became satans slut.

By SheBop

Satan awakens fuzzygal from her dead sleep, you see you are dead, but only dreaming of iffy's demise. She lives and is still in search of the train conducter. Satan silences her and condems her to a room for eternity of her mothers ranting, screatching voice Satan then returns to watch as the tales unfold before him in the never ending story.

By lost and alone

A small yong boy wallks into the station, no one is there, he slowly gazes about the room and somthing catces his eye, in the distance he sees somthing lying on the floor, he slowly begins walking toward it, untill he catches a better veiw of the object and breaks into a run, he reaches his destination but hesitates looking down, he sees a book it's velvet with a symbol on the spine,the symbol is two dragons inertwine with each other, he cauchiously bends over and picks the book up, stering derectly at the symbol and runs his fingers over it he turns it to the other side, ther he sees a lock on the side of the book , he slowly turns and right as he begins to walk away he stumbles as he catches himself befor he falls, he sees a key on the grond he picks it up and remebers the lock he walks over to a binch and carefully puts the key in the lock, and suddenly...

By SlumberingMoon

he's on the deathly ground of a desert. but this desert is somehow bizarre. it slowly takes the colours of rainbow as the sun rises. he feels just like in a dream but his senses are no less acute than in the waking world. he stares around him with curious eye and catches the glimpse of a lion. a lion looking as if made out of the deset itself. a rainbow-coloured lion with sad eyes. and he is drawn to that dangerous creature wondering why he's not afraid.

By haunted memories

as he approaches the lion, it does not look away, it's intense gaze boring deep into his soul, seeming to search his mind. he steps closer, drawn to the lion's strange aura. he puts a hand to it and...it is gone, the desert vanished. in front of him the book he has opened reveals a dark room, with a ghostly light emanating from a corner. the book grows larger and larger, until it towers above him. the room is real. he steps inside the book, towards the faintly shimmering light...

By jorg

Then the lion appears again behind him. Trying to move, he realises that he can't - he is frozen. Looking down, he discovers that his worst fears are a reality - his feet are stuck to the floor in some kind of paste.

By poo

sunddenly the world around him turned black

By By JOHN

AS THE DARKNESS MOVED OVER HIM,A VOICE CALLED OUT,TURN ON YOUR FLASHLIGHT,TURN ON YOUR FLASHLIGHT!AND AS THE BOY MOVED TO FIND THIS MAGIC LIGHT,THE VOICE CALLED OUT TO HIM AGAIN!I AM SORRY BOY!BUT I SEEM TO BE IN THE WRONG STORY!COULD YOU TELL ME WHERE THE EVERENDING STORY IS?

By wyndryder

AH! The story, the story, that which is not but is there anyway. That which can be, and cannot be. The story cannot be much and is all. Why it must be the dream and life of a small boy, on a planet far away ruled by dragon riding warriors and ladies in the keep.

By deep as a puddle in a drought

The boy had lost touch with the reality that had only ever been the insane illusion of his mind.He began to question where the edges of fantasy and reality overlap, and, as his thoughts became his tormentor,he lifted his head and screamed...

By wyndryder

YES! There it is, the mind of a boy in the body of a man 109 years young. However, as the man/boys mind screamed and reality and fantasy melded into one his thoughts returned again to a time and place that neverwas.

By Dara Kells

You see a beautiful young girl before you. Her eyes twinkle with glee as you envision the two of you, fingers entwined, dancing about while swirls of faerie dust sprinkle your hair and lashes. She smiles, her green eyes dance as she giggles with glee--her red curls float about you both as you become dizzy and feel weightless. She speaks to you in a strange language that sounds vaguely familiar. It does'nt matter, you imagine you are in love. The trees fly by in a mad race, the sky a blur, the clouds alive. Suddenly, her hands lose their grasp and you no longer see her, you are falling, falling....

By oystermafia

..falling, falling...neither up nor down nor sideways as the stars speed past. Either a very small being in a large universe or a very large being in a small universe and you can hear the ringing of her delightful laughter echoing off the walls of time and space as you speed past. Time becomes molasses, the faster you fall, the slower you go until your feet alight upon an earth just as familiar or as infamiliar as the last one, you look around....and what do you see?

By warlock

the energy of the world around them filled them and made them complete. for the first time they could see and feel and they were amazed. all of life became painfully aware to them and they were saddened by it. As the sun rose over the landscape they turned their backs and walked away from what they had waited so long for and wanted. Walked away and did not once look back..

By Dara Kells

The sky of this strange land alights with magical, sparkling, glistening, dancing stars. The clouds float, suspended in a violet sky. Birds sing from far off somewhere. Their song an eerie play of beautiful voices, mournful and strange.The trees sway on imaginary legs, leaves like cotton candy adorn their hair. You look about in wonder at this strange place, yet feel at home, somehow.

By warlock

The shining stars bathed the youths with life giving light but they ignored it.. they who had traveled so far and saw so much were now ready to abandon it all for they realized the fraility of life..hand in hand they walked toward the rising sun and with smiles on their faces and songs in their hearts they,,,

By Dara Kells

...turn to each other, the girl whisps to vapor and is gone. You hear her laughter, from far away. As her voice fades you look at your own hands. They are craggy and old. You place both hands to your cheeks..only to discover that your skin is dry and crepey, the skin of a very old man. You feel sad and lost. You look at the trees and they seem despondant with your despair, their leaves lose colour and droop..you weep and feel a great loss.

By oystermafia

The tears fall to the earth at your feet and beneath the rocks is a stirring...it vibrates slowly from grass blade to grass blade, to hill and to heather. The salt of the tears has moved the spirits that dwell between Heaven and Earth and in your heart a flame is planted. And it grows. From inward out as the creaking, brittle bones are consumed by the hunger of the fire until you are nothing but a dream, and out of the ashes rises the new man reborn.

By warlock

and the age old journey that so many have taken begins again and with it come the knowledge of all the previous trips and the mistakes that came with them. yet dose one grow from those mistakes or dose he repeat them dose he know that he made mistakes or dose he just think them a dream.. deep in the eart the rumbles of life awaken and the ground trembles with the tread of feet, birds sing and rain falls, grass grows and oceans make waves.. night falls and with the sun of morning comes,,

By Dara Kells

..a new dawn, and with it a sense of loneliness so profound it reaches the very depths of your soul. You imagine hearing the laughter of children from some far-off place. The sound warms your heart and you feel young again. You again observe your hands, their lines are clean and smooth. You look to the heavens and feel so alive. In the distance you hear hoof-beats...they are getting closer...

By oystermafia

In the stillness the hoofbeats sound like the thud of Vulcan's mighty hammers beating the glowing steel on the unyeilding anvil. Eyes reborn focus on the mists, so still moments before, now they swirl as if scattering before the vanguard of a maddened zephyr.....still the hooves resound, nearer, nearer: the smell of power creeps into the nostrils, the laboured breathing of the mighty steed pierces the silence.....from the dimness, bathed in darkness, cloaked in fould dungeon, the rider appears before the newborn man....

By warlock

the sound of sunshine shattered the large field causing the fawn to scrunch closer to the ground beneath its blanket of tall grass. fish feeding on frogs eggs amongst the lillies and cat tails quickly drifted to the bottom of the small stream they called home. birds stopped their singing and insects their chirping and buzzing. the wind froze and for an instant time stood still but then it passed. the fawn rose to m unch tender green grass and the fish resumed their meal, birds sang and insects buzzed and the wind played a beautiful song across the tall grasses of the meadow. and so it was untill the thin black line was seen at the very edge of the field, a black line that crept closer and closer.. the fawn found a place to lie down and other life forms scampered and crawled away. the fish went to their borrows for they knew that soon came the night and with the night came........

By Dara Kells

..the lone rider on a nightmare black steed. Her raven hair blowing about the shoulders of her armour of bones. The horse's mane entangled with the rider's, the two seemed to meld.The horse withdrew and it's teeth shown in a terrifying display. The rider glared at our hero with a fierceness that could only come from crimson orbs. And in a thunderous , terrifying voice she cried...

By fuzzygal

..."oh my gwad, fuzzygal is that you, ur the bloody lone rider. I thought iffy killed u and u were in hell with satan having a whale of a time! Oh this just gets better and better."

By xfilesalien

I am watching as this "neverending story" circles the drain. Around and around, in a neverending spiral, winding down into the waiting arms of the "drain zombies". I melt into the cloud of blunt smoke that surrounds me, forgetting what I came here for. Join me, dazed and confused. Enter my world for awhile.

By adshiva

the rider sat motionless, the black steep made a soft whinnee, then a little harumph, then shown its teeth, but the rider sat motionless. "fuzzygal? you sho dont seem to act like the fuzzygal i once knew!" and then she saw the drain circling and circling, like aneverending story wink* wink*. 'where did that come from?' she asked herself. 'what is that?' she asked further to herself, 'miniature zombies living inside da drain. oooh there scary but not threatening considering how small they are.' she looked back at the steed, still, motionless, still motionless, the rider was not at all humoured. black, the wind picked up and blew the ruffly fabric she wore all over, and also her hair, her hair blew around the contours of her face. the wind stilled and there was silence....

By fuzzygal

....during all this so called silence and motionless sitting, something strange appeared 2 happen, well fuzzygal felt the need 2 pick her nose, there was a strong breeze which acciendentaly forced fuzzygal 2 wipe her boogers onto the lone rider. fuzzygal sat there laughing her head of for the next 1/2 hr. hahaha

By wyndryder

If a body sits in one place long enough the neverending story becomes like a house between worlds. Before long your third eye begins to see shadowland ghosts of things that might be somewhere else, or might be right beside you. However as you reach out and try to touch one of these beings you realize they are real and you are the ghostly being. Which brings to mind,"can I pick my nose if I am not real."

By Rayne Tigerheart

So you slump down onto one of the rocks, ready to put your mind to work and figure out the mysteries of life, especially the mystery of the nosepicking. What you find is that you sink through the rock and end up with a great big lump of sandstone poking quite innocently through your stomach. You look down in surprise, for this is obviously the first time it has happened to you. You know the rock is real, for there is a snail sitting right on it looking at you curiously... so does this mean you are not real? If that is so, then how come a few minutes ago that rock seemed very solid and not willing to poke quite so happily through your stomach?

By wyndryder

And maybe in your arragonce of superiority you do not realize that the reason the sandstone is poking thru your stomach, is because you are a figmant of the snails imagination.

By Jorg

And that snail, that very snail in who's mind the boy was currently residing, was scraped into the ground by a shoe. The story took yet another suprising twist as a hedgehog scuttled towards the squashed remnants of the snail, licking his hungry lips - for his long, Blaine-esque wait for food was over.

By Jorg

Then a voice spoke from behind him - and he turned to see a man with a tall purple hat, and glassy eyes. The man uttered a philosophical quote that would prove whether or not the writers had ever read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - he said: "Where is fancy bread - in the heart, or in the head?"

By Storm

"ahhahaa" he laughed immediately after he asked this ridiculous question pulling a loaf of of rye from his pocket. "Did you know that Johhy Dep is going to play Willy Wonka in a remake of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?" All you creatures need to get grounded: you are all so trippy that truly I must be on my way. It was interesting I say and off he walked through an old screen door that slammed shut as he left. "Too many drugs, too many drugs. Oh my oh my. Can't they see it's a circus anyway? hhaa haa"

By Jorg

Seriously? Johnny Dep? ....er... said... the boy... or the snail... or someone... I lose track: "I predict that he will make a good Willy Wonka." Then, out of the dark mist that surrounded them, a man stepped out, hobbling on a peg leg. A wide-brimmed hat sat upon his brow, whilst a parrot contented itself by nibbling at pieces of the dreadlocked man's ear.

By Jorg

"I," spake the visitor, "am Johnny Dep. You may know me by my alter alias, Willy Wonka." "But Johnny," interrupted the snail, "You must be confused - you're not in Pirates of the Carribean any more... it was just..." Johnny staggered back, stabbing himself in the eye with his hook as he attempted to force his hands over his ears. "No!" the pirate shouted, "Don't say it!" But the snail did say it: "It was just a movie, Johnny. Just a movie." And the world spun around Johnny Dep as he tried to make sense of this new world, this new life, which had been thrust upon him with no due warning, and the snail laughed aloud.

By Jorg

Johnny pushed himself away, and half ran, half fell out of the doorway. Grabbing at the nearest passer-by, he stared madly into their eyes, and gave a wide grin. "Look at me," he shouted, "I'm a pirate! I'm a pirate!" The short, plump businessman stared at him, wide eyed, before dropping his suitcase and running as if from an assasin. Johnny's hook was dangling from his wrist, his hand now fully revealed, and his eye-patch was hanging down by his cheek. The parrot had flown from his shoulder, and his hat was tilted at an angle. Tripping over his peg-leg, Johnny flailed for another pedestrian. "I'm a pirate! Look at me," he screamed - "a pirate!" The woman gave him a pitying look, like that which one might give a stray dog, before hurrying away. "But I'm a pirate!" shouted Johnny again, "A pirate!"

By Razer

As Johnny's voice fades into the distance, you look around. You find that instead of a dessert you are in the middle of a city, neon lights and huge tv screens are all over the buildings. It seems very Bladerunnerish, until you realise the symbols on the buildings are japanese. Sundenly sirens sound and the people who (you did not take much notice of) start running toward entrances of underground stations. The ground shakes like an earthquake, then it shakes again, and again like something is walking. A man runs past shouting Gojira!!! You think, where have you heard that name before? Then it comes to you Gojira = Godzilla. You look up, as the roof of the building oposite is ripped off, to see Godzilla standing there towering some 400 feet above you.......

By Jorg

Johnny looked up, and rubbed his eyes in utter disbelief

By Razer

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy, thought Johnny. Sudenly realiseing he was thinking Queen songs. He looked around Godzilla and Japan had gone, he was on a stage in front of thousands of people. Behind him an orchestra started playing the first bars of Bohemian Rhapsody. I'm not a singer I'm an actor he screamed into the mike.

By ~~~xfilesalien~~~

The crowd yelled and threw produce at me. I ate a tomato while escaping out the side door. As I stood in the warm sunlight I thought of the past few days...snails, Godzilla, sandstone!! "What the hell is happening to me? My substance changes as quickly and as often as my mind. It must be the drugs that overlord gave me, damn him!!" I shake my fist into the air, then walk to a small tree and sit under it. Soon, I am fast asleep, lost in dreams of reality.

By sang

they went far but he thought he lost the whole gemstones and he thought it was his faylt but it was not his fault at all.

By fuzzy

Johnny suddenley bumped into someone - who he thought was god....

By fuzzy

he looked at him and said... ''hold on mate...u dont exist...u never have and never will, so get ur ass up out of here''

By fuzzy

the stranger confusedly looked on at johnny and replied, "if god doesn't exist to you, why did u think i was God???". All of a sudden Johnny disintergrated into nothingness, and only the stranger was to be left...well for now anyway.

By Inkognito

As the stranger turned away from where Johnny had stood, a rumble shook the ground. Worse than any earthquake, louder than any clap of thunder. The stranger ducked to avoid falling pieces of debris and as he did so he saw the woman who he had been attemting to find until Johnny got in his way. She was....

By ada

tall, dark haired and beautiful but there was something odd about her. The stranger stared at her, intrigued, then it hit him... she had really big feet...

By ada

He stared in morbid fascination at the enormous canoes she had for shoes. She whirled around and caught him staring and let out an agonised wail. "Why oh why was I cursed with such huge feet?! I will never marry with size 17 feet. I will be alone forever!" And she started to sob. The sobbing rose to choking levels and as it did, the very air seemed to vibrate. Soon she was screaming like a banshee. But when she realised that he really wasn't go to quit staring she stopped abruptly and asked "Who are you anyway?" The screaming had caused gaping chasms in the ground. The stranger stepped foward to shake her hand and introduce himself, but as he did so, he slipped on a large dog turd and fell into the steep sided gorge. All that the woman heard was his voice trailing off... "I'm called Bob, Bob I saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy"...

By Bob

The woman then ate the remains of the dog turd that the man had stepped in.

By ada

Are you seriously called Bob?!?!? Don't you know that you just fell off a cliff?!?!?

By ada

Anyway, the woman continued on her journey (that which she was on, as although the stranger, or Bob rather, had been trying to find her, she didn't give one about him). She walked north and soon found herself under the boughs of the trees in that which they called "the really dark and spooky forest". And she soon found out why it was so named when a hairy faerie jumped out from behind a tree. The faerie said...

By wyndryder54

you do realize my dear that all your screaming and wailing has opened a crack straight to hell and every thing i have imprisoned there for the last 1,000 years has been released and will make this dark forest look a haven of safty compared to where these things will stride?

By ada

The woman, (who we will call Laeida because I would much prefer to be known by my real name than called "the woman", as I'm sure she would) knew that her destiny was clear now. The faerie shimmered, started to fade, then in a blaze of light transformed into a woman, beautiful as and more so than our own fair lady, but her hair was glossy chestnut unlike Laedia's raven black and it cascaded in loose curls about her shoulders. An elfen woman, her eyes were emerald green and she wore a black velvet cloak over a blood-red dress. (Her feet must only have been size six or seven at the most, perfect for her medium height! Laeida looked on in dismay at this sight!) "I" she said in a soft voice, "am Eoifa, daughter of the forest. I am a sentry and will protect you on your journey..."

By Lia

Meanwhile in the distance a echo of song is heard faintly as the wind carries the sweetest notes thru the hill seeking a long lost love. She stands almost nude in a behind the curtain of a waterfall as the soft cascades of droplets almost dew like cleanse her and anoit her skin and mingle with her silent tears. Her voice ever clear sings only to him but makes even the hardest hearted man take note and listen. Stirs of happier times flood the saddest of hearts as her own is mending itself in the prism of sunlights play on the dew clining to the vines surrounding the crevice where she bathes. A shift in the breeze captures her voice and he hears her calling to him , beckoning him her way. She crushes flower petals into her hair and smooths fragnant leaves into her skin ... all over her body thru the thin wet cloak she wears. A sudden shiver shakes her being he is headed her way she senses it knows he remembers answers inwardly her call to him. His travel is swift his journey sure her arms await. His blood surges spurns him on, true love never dies and once he holds her again looks into her eyes kisses his lips he knows he will never depart from her again regardless of luring done by men or demon. His love consumes him his gratefulness abound there is hope it is never to late there shall be no love lost. Goosebumps form on her milky skin and she saunters to the edge of the crevice to greet the warmth of the sun. To lay clad as she is in the soft moss to dry to whisper to be his audible beakon to await her lovers return.

By wyndryder54

As with many men who are consumed with love or lust, sometimes the fine line cannot be seen nothing will stop him from his ladylove. As sirens lure and broadswords cleave and battleaxes swing there is nothing to keep the man from his love except far reaching waters and long tracts of land for this man is an adventurer and he has gone far and long before he hears again his call for his love. For though she is only one score and eight his space time treck has been 1 tenth score, on his return the girl child he left behind will be 2 score and eight while her love will still be 1 score and eight. And in his eyes she will still be the girl child he left to go wandering.

By candy d

Jerk awake, not from a deep sleep, not even a sleep or dream, it’s this vessels soul cracking.. Reflected image mirrored on the ponds darkened glass splitters, slivered dreams spliced by a love lost. Hearted torn and sold as a false

By wyndryder54

............................image of what is ever sought but is seldom found for true.

By ada

Head spinning and feeling as though he is on fire, he stumbles aimlessly coming once again to rest at the edge of a deep pool, dangerously close to the water's beckoning edge...

By wyndryder54

And he falls through a shimmering watery pool and falls into a dry sandy desert after being fully immersed in cool water, he exclaims................

By ada

well bugger me!!!

By wyndryder54

For after landing in dry..........................hot.......... ....................shimmering with heat waves as far as the eye could see sand..............he realizes....... that his throat is still parched and there is not a drop of water to be seen except for what can not be reached over his head.

By stacey

trust in yourself. Listen not to the words of others, but search deep down for a voice. It's a voice stronger than all others, a voice that will guide you through your journey, if you believe in it.

By ~~~xfilesalien~~~

He looked around the dry, wind-driven, sandy dunes. Nothing but..... he squinted his eyes; then; not believing what he saw, he ran west. At first he thought it might just be a mirage, but as he came closer, he realized it was an oasis. A beautiful, cool oasis with a beautiful, cool pond in the middle of it. He reached the pond and lay beside it. He slowly dropped his hand in the water and rubbed some on his face, already feeling better. He slowly drifted off into another time, another world.

By celtic faerie

He awoke as the sun was setting, a crimson ball on the western horizon. As the sky darkened and the first stars began to appear he felt a slight chill in the air and drew his cloak closer to his body. Warmer now, he felt that he could sit there all night, but he knew that if he was to survive in these parched lands, he must travel by night...

By TJ

As he traveled the parched lands-how many nights now??-his strength began to wane and he was assaulted by a monsterous thirst! Disjoined, spechtral images raced each other behind his eyelids with every blink. A bad dream?...an hallucination?...he didn't think so. But this damn thirst! He'd never felt anything like it. And yet, didn't he pass an oasis already? Or was it real? He couldn't tell the difference anymore. Then, suddenly...a shadow flashed past him to his left. Was that real? He thinks, "This is a dream. I know because I've had it twice before". Then the searing pain in his throat...then...blackness. When he awakens-how much later he doesn't know-his horrid thirst has returned with a vengance! But something else, very strange, his night vision is greatly improved! And his eyeteeth are very long and sharp. Suddenly he realizes--it is NOT water he thirsts for.

By Jamie C.

Fighting to overcome his growing panic, he tried to remember how he had become what he was. He could remember the pool through which he had fallen, the first days in this arid desert world, but nothing in his memory explained the transformation. As a child he had heard the old stories about the Undead - stories which alternately filled the children of his village with terror and wonder. He had never believed the legend; now he was a part of it . . .

By gutterflower

In this legend, his world instantly transformed into a sky, ful of stars and planets, he took a ride on a shooting star, in an attempt to try and get away from this, he wanted to be free of stories encapturing his soul into some kind of fantastical fire.

By celtic fae