Jordan Dugdale
Bio
she / they. Aspiring fantasy author. 27. dog owner. homeowner. Just trying to find my little niche in the world.
Stories (6/0)
By the Decay of the Pear Tree.
Our pear tree was rotting. It was subtle, at first. No one noticed when one of the pears began to brown, when the grass beneath it began to die. It was subtle enough that when we pulled the pears from their branches and bit down, none of us noticed that they already tasted too ripe. The pears sustained us when we played out in the fields, when the warmth of the sun tired us out and we took shelter beneath the tree.
By Jordan Dugdale3 years ago in Fiction
Liquid Courage
The world changed when the glamour lifted. No one is certain what caused it, or what happened to make them come forth from the darkness they hid in. Rumors say the faeries that cloaked the world from the knowledge of the supernatural world retreated with their magic. Others say they were simply tired of hiding. Humans have names for them in legend: elves, dwarves, witches, dragons, vampires, werewolves. Some of them were more dangerous than others, but they learned to adapt and coexist with each other. It was a rough start; for nearly a century humans and nonhumans fought each other, unable to accept that there was a way to live peacefully in coexistence, but soon laws and treaties were formed. After the fear and the wars and the bloodshed had settled, earth was prospering under the love and care of humans and nonhumans alike. The merfolk were aiding in cleaning up the oceans. Sirens songs had the highest ratings on the charts. Vampires worked night jobs that no one else wanted. Werewolves got paid leave each month and crime was at an all-time low. Dwarves controlled the mobs and mafia and oil companies, and elves were bringing back forests and were the world’s top models. Peace, however, never lasted.
By Jordan Dugdale3 years ago in Fiction
Etched Stars
The universe is a cold, dark place. It goes on, forever, and ever, and if you’re not careful, it can suck you away, erase you from existence. There’s nothing that can change the fact that one day, the stars will go out, one by one, dying as they fade from the sky we so desperately love. We look up and see death, the slow death of the universe as stars explode, or get swallowed up by black holes, or get overrun by alien races we know nothing about. And yet, we wish upon these stars. We look up, and we see hope. We see life. We look up at the stars to escape the lives that are so desperately clouded in darkness.
By Jordan Dugdale3 years ago in Fiction
Hear Us Sing.
The sun breached the tree line above, bathing the forest floor with a nurturing warmth. Fawns trailed after their mothers as they grazed, luminous blue butterflies fluttering from flower to flower in tranquil peace. Wind’s fingers whispered through the hair of the trees, the quiet lilt of wooden flute filling the air with melodic song. The source of noise proved to be a woman, hair like fire, eyes an emerald sheen. Her fingers carried across the instrument with grace, tendrils of the willow tree's leaves laying rest about her head. The music poured life into the air, the forest responding with silent happiness. Another joined her, this one’s skin tinted dark by the sun, almond brown pigmenting her gaze. The woman of fiery hair was Daiyn, as the trees seemed to murmur her name, and the second woman was Melia. They were dryadic folk, faes and caretakers of the trees. Many hundred dwelt within the trees; their song kept their beloved forest thriving, kept their souls from withering. Such had been the way for many centuries, such would it always be.
By Jordan Dugdale3 years ago in Fiction
