At dusk, villagers watched the crimson sun bleed into the mountains, where smoke curled from hidden caves. “They’ll wake soon,” whispered the elder. No one moved. One child left a carved offering at the cliff’s edge. Moments later, clouds churned. Wings split the sky. The dragons had remembered her name.
Nina is 11 years old, and lives in England, United Kingdom. She is an avid reader. Nina loves both the classics (Tom Sawyer, Pride and Prejudice, A Christmas Carol) and contemporary literature. She particularly loves fantasy and stories of dragons. She placed third in the W.J. Kite writing tournament in 2022, and was published in the W.J. Kite anthology.
Well done, Nina! Very well done! So exciting and so well written.
Very vivid. I can hear the beat of those dragons’ wings in the air…
wonderful imagery, Nina!
i have a feeling this story is the beginning of something bigger…
Awesome writing, Nina.
You have creativity beyond your eleven years. Keep those words flowing. ❤️
Great work Nina!
Remarkable for a child.
Like Oliver Twist, I am left asking, “Please, may I have some more!”
Compelling imagery… breathtaking suspense!
Beautiful imagery – I was there on the mountainside with them ♥️
Well done! At only eleven years old, you’ve created a lovely story, with strong imagery. I hope you continue to write.
Well done Nina. ❤️ it. Great hook for the start of a story. I’d love to know what happens next.