Fay Curtiss
Stories (2/0)
My Life as a Wall
If walls could talk, then we would tell you what we want. Yes, I am a wall who can talk, but I don't need or want food and water. Rather, I would like a fresh coat of paint, I would also be happy with simply being washed down every once in a while. Whenever I have a hole, it'd be nice if someone would fill it in.
By Fay Curtiss about a year ago in Fiction
Adopting Derek
The overwhelming scent of two humans came as a surprise because I had made sure to enchant the forest surrounding the human cottage that I own. No one should be able to even see my cottage unless that person drove up the dirt road or if that person was another dragon. One scent was quickly fading as I approached the area where the scent was strongest. It’s coming from my front porch? How? Even though I was in my dragon form, I was concealing my true size because human made objects break way too easily. I jumped onto the porch only to be faced with a human hatchling’s car seat. I slowly approached it as I was anxious that there really was a hatchling waiting for me in the car seat. Of course, what else would be in the car seat? A dog? Not likely.
By Fay Curtiss 2 years ago in Fiction