When a Dragon Weeps
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” Sarah said to herself as she stared at the huge claws in front of her. “Now I guess I get to be eaten instead of beaten.” She heard cursing behind her, Doug had stopped chasing and tried to back pedal from the creature in front of the one he was after.
Dragon Rider Betrayed
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” Liam muttered, “There weren’t any in this region until Malek brought them here. These beautiful creatures became tools of war. War between power hungry kings, war that made nothing better, only more death and more heartache. “Why can’t they see what is happening? Why are we always being ruled by one ruthless maniac after another? Everyone outside the palaces struggle just to feed their families while those inside wallow in their luxury and greed.”
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley?” Richard growled, mostly to himself. “Hey, you little snit, stop popping me with those, those, whatever you are shooting at me!” He once more smacked at the smoldering ember on his pantleg where the tiny dragon had shot a smoking something at him. He hoped it wasn’t dragon snot. “Hey” he dodged another one and shook his fist at the creature. “What are you following me for? Obviously, I can’t give you whatever you want, HEY,” He cried out as another tiny fireball shot at him.”
Dare to Love a Dragon
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley?” The young girl asked the man she was following. Since the path was easy to follow, Freesia had fallen behind instead of leading, Tyson had three time the stride. She was almost elf size and sometimes was not taken seriously. Tyson on the other hand, he was never one to toss a person aside simply because of one’s status or stature, and this child he saw as his own, she would never lead him on with a false claim. She also knew how important finding this egg might be for him.
Remarkably Real Me
How am I supposed to write a story on the real me? I can write about just about everything else but the real me is taboo. I can write about animals, people, makeup, politics, and sex. I can write about Satan and witchcraft, Harry Potter and Zombies. I can write about plants or pets, and relationships and movies everything except what is the real me.
Chapter 1 Liz ran, she ran for her life, but they kept coming, her breath came in gasps now, her lungs were burning. They were relentless fueled by the blood of her father they could taste hers. Tears blinded her eyes, her legs were spent, her heart broken. Why had they turned on her, why had her own clan so viciously attacked. Her father wasn’t much of a father, but he had given his life to give her the chance to run and she had, she had run for days, but they had finally found her. Now she felt the pressure in her chest as though her heart would burst.
Frozen Dreams Making her way slowly through the melting snow, Annie began to realize she may have waited too long. The chill of the early evening was becoming deeper, and she pulled her wrap tighter around her frail neck. Resolutely she trudged on, her thick rubber golashes crunching in the icy grass, they were beginning to take on the cold, only the two pair of wool socks kept her feet warm against the frozen elements.
Sadie wasn’t sure what she was looking at, the body was so mangled and dismembered. The hair was brown she could tell that, but the face had been ripped completely off. It appeared as though the limbs were ripped from the body and then piled up. She had seen her share of murders, bodies in all stages of decomp and by all different means, but never had she seen this. Blood was pooled everywhere and spattered on the sides of the covered bridge where the body lay piled in the center of.
The tiny girl walked along the edge of the silent water. It was early, too early for most folks to be up, but Tina was always up before dawn and no matter how hard they tried her parents could not teach her to sleep late. So, they resorted to a tracing device inside her shoes. This vacation Tina slipped out every morning and walked the shoreline of the lake seeking adventure. Every other morning, she had to settle for the small frogs, fish, or occasional turtle to give her something to talk about.
Aging Taking care of momma is not as easy as one thinks. As age creeps up on momma, age also creeps up on me. Momma is moving into her late eighties now, that puts me in my late sixties. She has been slipping quicker lately, unable to express what she wants makes her less insistent, but it also makes it harder to care for her. She teeters between “I don’t care” and “I won’t do it.”
Forbidden The darkness had just covered the path, the was but a sliver of silver hanging in the western sky. Tiny hands and feet appeared, but only to the sharpest eye. This little one was well versed in the art of concealing oneself. She slipped across the path in the black shadow of a very large oak tree, traveling on all fours making it difficult to distinguish the nature of the tiny creature. Silently removing two stones allowed room to slip through the wall.