Alexandra Prohoroff
Bio
I’m a very amateur writer just trying to find a way to make my words to sing aloud for you the same way they do for me.
Still uncertain of my place in this world.
Stories (2/0)
It’s going to be the death of me, I know it.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, however every couple of years there would be a winter that would bring out the frost from your breath, and everyone would know to be on their guard as the dragons would surely come. The city I’m in is small enough that everyone knows most people but not small enough that I can walk from the town centre to the suburbs without having to account for a hour and a half walk. Located in the North of America is a town surrounded by trees and mountains. This town is called Spokane. It’s been about two hundred years since there were any dragons to have existed actually and it was way before my time to know what it was like without them. From what I have read and watched from the classic Hollywood era of films before the world was introduced with dragons, night crawlers and the death pox; people considered most of the things we deal with now as dark myths told in folklore to symbolise something else. Now I live in an age where most people fear other aren’t people, that there are monsters disguised in the flesh of humans being able to copy the behaviour enough that it may fool you to your death. And yes death pox is a thing and it’s still not the worst thing out there.
By Alexandra Prohoroff2 years ago in Fiction
