Just Your Ordinary Bookworm
A Collection of Poems
A Dragon Roared Within the Night A dragon roared within the night; A spectacle to be seen. Her neck was long and her scales were white.
A Stop at Cherim
They watched the pale rings of light round his lanterns as they dwindled into the foggy night. Suddenly, Frodo laughed: from the covered basket he held, the scent of mushrooms was rising.
Dragons: More Species
In my last document, “Dragons: Common Species”, I listed the three most common dragon species (water, forest, and fire). I have since then decided that knowing three types of dragons is not enough. One should endeavor to learn as much as they can about such creatures, in case you happen to run into one of them. So I have collected more of my (very scattered) notes, and written this to help you know what to do if you run into a mother dark dragon and her younglings.
Dragons: Common Species
What do dragons look like? Where are they found? What are their habits? With so many types of dragons to learn about, a field guide is very useful. Unfortunately, accurate field guides are very rare and very expensive. For this reason, I have compiled the characteristics of three of the most common dragons.
Naamah ran. She saw the forest ahead and knew that, if she made it to the border, she would be safe. She heard the hounds behind her and the shout of a man. Her father. With tears streaming down her face, Naamah ran even faster, ignoring the bushes that scraped her skin as she fled past them. When the noise quieted to the fall of her own feet and her own sobbing, she slowed down. She then began to navigate the forest with care, searching for a little waterfall.
Tips For A Minecraft Dungeons Player
I have found it hard to progress in Minecraft Dungeons, especially now that Mojang has merged its launcher with the Minecraft launcher (I spent almost a month trying to figure out if I had to re-buy the game). Because of this, I have decided to put together a list of tips.
“Clarrissa, are you ready to go?” called her mom from downstairs. “Yes, I’m coming,” grumbled Clarrissa. “Come on, Rudolph. We have to climb Cadillac Mountain.”
Of Gingerbread and a Key
On my sixteenth birthday, my grandma gave me a little black notebook to “keep track of daily life and to remind me of what I had to be thankful for.” A tiny thing, small enough to fit in my apron pocket and covered all around in black leather. It had a real silk string, too. How she came by it, I couldn’t then guess. Everyday I’d write a little something about what Ma was making for supper or how the crops were growing. Until the day my grandma died, just two short months from when she gave me the notebook.