Flamingo Myth Novels & Stories

Adrelda pointed toward the sky. In their line of sight, a dense black mass loomed—huge in number, yet perfectly organized. "Flamingos." "Every single flamingo has a fully armored soldier on its back. Is this an air force?" Adrelda was full of admiration. Monty explained, "Supreme Snow, we've tamed several flamingo flocks and paired them with our most agile warriors to form a 100,000-strong Flamingo Air Troop!" Before Gideon could comment, the ground began to tremble. A thunderous wolf howl shook the air.

Harappan's used script, not ideograms, nor did they have an Ibis in any way, shape, or form. "Ibis...they must have meant 'Flamingo'. Those are native to Western India and the Persian Gulf," I kept the word-play going. "Wait," Sophia held up her hand. "Does anyone know if there is now, or ever has been, a flamingo species native to Pakistan?" she addressed the crowd. "Yes," a mocha skin beauty resembling Rhada volunteered. "It is the Greater Flamingo." "Not as great as your l...colorful recounting of events," Sophia narrowed her eyes playfully.

“Had to deal with Natasha first. She swallowed the bait—hook, line, and sinker.” Tamara raised an eyebrow. “How much this time?” “Cool cash baby,” he said proudly, sliding onto the bed beside her. “And she thinks I love her. Can you imagine?” Tamara burst into laughter. “That desperate witch still believes you care?” She rolled her eyes. “She must be more stupid than I thought.” Rumero grinned. “She even showed me some fake NGO stuff. You would’ve loved it. Homeless kids, sad music, the whole emotional scam package.”

Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.

“Uh, well, they’re okay, I guess. Though the one-legged standing thing is a little weird. Like, why only stand on one leg when you have two? And don’t forget the beady eyes. They’re a little creepy too.” Rae’s head snapped up and she burst out laughing. I stared at her, lost. What was going on here? I felt like I’d been dropped into an alternate universe as soon as I caught sight of Rae dancing through the window outside and the disorientated feeling wasn’t going away. I liked to joke around, but I usually liked to know what we were laughing at. “Oh goodness, that’s amazing.” Rae swiped at her eyes as she sobered. “I meant the musical group, The Flamingos, not the actual birds.”

Shana slips through my fingers as her smile reemerges. While I give her the minute she requested, I close the living room window. Before I do, I glance out and up. The space between the buildings isn’t large, yet up in the sky is a full moon. I think of an old childhood story about wishes. I’m not sure what makes me think of it, but with my hands on the windowsill I look up to the moon. My mind tells me it’s children’s fables, that I used up my quota when I was young.

Anne was sitting by the stream, with Martel’s stone head and an uncorked bottle by her side. “I-I’m s-s-sorry. I s-saw a fire. There c-could be someone out there, b-b-but I’m not going to step out. H-h-honest!” After a pondering pause, she tilted her chin. “Ah, that must be a foxfire.” “L-like a glowing mushroom?” “Not in this world. It’s a kind of mythical fox. The one you saw might be attracting a mate.” “Oh,” I nodded now that got solved, “guess I’m heading back.”

I saw it going up, my refuge, in a haze I lost it all, I lost it in an inferno, ablaze." "What do you think?" Aelanor looks at her companions. "It has to be some kind of bird, wings, plumage, feathers," Saayan offered. "Thunderbirds, Griffin, Adarna, there are so many." "Those are mythical creatures, Princess Saayan, they don't exist." Aelanor said. "They do, indeed, Princess," Pylaieus broke in. "What is myth in the human world is history in our world."

However; there was a particular myth beyond the wildest of imaginations; more fantastic than the others combined… This myth was just a rumor for some, but a truth for many who witnessed it– And lived the day to tell its story. ~O~O~O~ "You mean to tell me there is a dragon locked in the Voiceless Mountains?" "That's what I'm saying, forehead!" "… you're unbelievable."

Many Years Ago (Part 2.1) ARAHEEN The Dragon. Years ago, stories of a winged creature flying through the night sky spread like wildfire. Their people said the salamanders had unleashed it as a weapon, striking down garrisons and supply ships once thought to be impenetrable. Yet no survivors emerged from those attacks to confirm its existence, so their people had conveniently dismissed it as a myth. Until recently.