It was her favorite story, that she remembers, but she would be hard-pressed to retell it now, faithfully, as it had been told to her. All she could recall were frayed, sleep-watered images of a forgotten castle in the middle of a wild forest, stone statues, crimson roses, and a dark, animal presence never seen, but which stained her memory of the tale, even past its edges to the daylight after.
Ava ZavoraTags: fantasy beauty-and-the-beast
Come closer, my dears, let me give you a warning,
Of the fate that befalls those who stay out past morning,
In the darkest hours before the dawn,
When witches roam and demons spawn,
And children die with spirit gone,
Magicked away in the gloaming.
Tags: poetry dark fantasy magic fairytales
What happened out there?”
“I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.”
“A dragon,” he repeats, scandalized. “Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?
Tags: humor random fantasy dragons drunk
She started life with a number, not a name. Class: S, No. 13295. She has them memorized by rote, though nobody ever calls her that. The Scientists feel foolish addressing her in long, bewildering strings of alphanumerics. They have told her so themselves. To save time, they simply call her “Snow.
Nenia CampbellTags: fantasy snow-white sci-fi fairytales retellings
I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim,
My darkness is composed of him.
Tags: poetry dark fantasy horror horror-romance
Nissa, you have a kind and bold heart, Follow it, and you will never go astray.
Brittany OldroydTags: fantasy dragons elves juvenile-fiction segolia
This was a great magic. Festin had no more performed it than has any man who in exile or danger longs for the earth and waters of his home, seeing and yearning over the doorsill of his house, the table where he has eaten, the branches outside the window of the room where he has slept. Only in dreams do any but the great Mages realize this magic of going home.
Ursula K. Le GuinTags: inspirational home fantasy
Fantasy elevates ordinary and eternal problems of young people into stories via the language of myth. It turns “No one really knows me” into “I’ve got a secret identity.” It turns “I don’t understand why other people act the way they do” into “I’m trapped in a faerie realm.” It turns “my high school must have been built over the mouth of hell” into “my high school must have been built over the mouth of hell.”
There are certain things in life that are glorious, and they are glorious for everyone. There are more that are hard, and they are hard for everyone. We like to see these things retold, but with dragons.
Tags: inspirational writing fantasy dragons
I write--because I must write.
Taryn A. TaylorTags: romance fantasy paranormal
I remember my own childhood vividly...I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn't let adults know I knew. It would scare them
Maurice SendakTags: fear imagination life fantasy childhood
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