Mark Crislip
Joined June 2022
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Creosote's Wolf
The dragon Creosote let loose a smoky half-yawn, half-burp. She had a belly full of sheep and she was feeling heavy and lazy. Too heavy and lazy to fly, so she decided to walk back to her den. Or waddle. Slowly. She never hurried; dragons always had time.
By Mark Crislipabout a year ago in Fiction
One Step at a Time
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Examining the shit on her boot, she knew the valley had at least one dragon. She sat on a rock and closely examined her boot. She might need new boots after this. The particularly foul smell, sulfur and rotten potatoes, let her know the scat was fresh. A dragon was near.
By Mark Crislip2 years ago in Fiction