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Danica Crown is the heir to the throne of the Fairywoodlands, as well as the commander of the nation's armies. Living in a world of great magic, the fairies share neighbors with the elves, dwarves, and humans. Beyond the Great West Mountains lie the great expanse of land controlled by vigilant...
A mountain was named after dolphin's nose as it looks like it from a distance sloping into the Indian Ocean on eastern coast of India. Small caves at the foot of the Dolphin's Nose were home for various sea creatures and accessable at low tide. Juggernaut narrates from his boyhood memory what...
By Jennifer Brighton
The tide is rising...
Poetry | Updated Aug 20, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Liam Strong
The full meaning I wished to make of this work were the toils and hardships of human life, however little I actually mentioned them. The idea came from some songs I heard by a band that I love. I don't like the title I have though, I need a new one.
The next of the DTC novels, after the events of DTC Dawn Rising. Will begin once Dawn Rising has finished editing.
Poetry | Updated Sep 23, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
Dettol, an amber colored liquid used as disinfectant. Juggernut received a full bodywash with Dettol water from his mother after he purchased a yellow jockey shorts.
By Diana Christina
"A lion biding its time in the face of man, a tide."
Everyone loves the beach! Here's a simple poem in thanks for all the wonderfull things the ocean makes us feel.
By Willow Brook
being a victim is not the truth of the matter, but a lie put in place from birth.
Poetry | Updated Mar 20, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Poetry | Updated Feb 9, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
The first Dragon Tide Short Story. Join Noble Team, nine Dragonling soldeirs, along side with Alexander, their captain. Experince the Great War with the fairys in their eyes, and in their great struggle to protect those they loved.
The clean, crisp autumn air stirs as you hear a rustle in the night. Footsteps as light as a cat's streak through the undergrowth, the wild scent of the ferns mingling with the scent of living beasts. The moon silently watches over you as you see...