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Hatching LoveThe sun glared down at me as Granice, a dark blue dragoness, dragged me by my paw down the street. "Seriously Granice... why do we have to go to the park today?" I whinned and she looked back at me with a smile prominent on her muzzle.
My heart melted instantly when she looked at me like that. Her eyes held that wonderful sparkle, her teeth gleamed, and the love that radiated from her was more than magical. "Its for a special occasion Drackon... trust me you are going to like it."
"Fine... what is this surprise though? You have me on edge... STEAKHOUSE NIGHT!?!" I exclaimed, my stomach grumbled his agreement with me.
Unfortunately Granice shook her head and replied, "Its even better... life changing moment ahead, so be happy."
I nodded to show I understood and put a forced grin on my face. Suddenly we stopped by an icecream shop and Granice looked at me. "Can we get something to eat... I am starving." She put a paw to her stomach and held it there.
Shrugging I pulled out my wallet from
Dragon ThoughtsHere are some random thoughts that I had...
A bowl of rice sits neatly in front of me and I sit there staring at it. "Oriental dragons... they must like rice... right?" I look around and my dad and his fiance are staring at me like I am nuts. Dad lowered his spoon that was partially to his mouth and said, "For god's sake... just eat it."
During a fun cruise on my dirtbike the following thought crossed my mind, "Why am I too lazy to fly right now?"
While writing a commission I had to pause and ponder, "I need to get a new keyboard... my claws have finally done this one in."
Sleeping was a pain for me... the reason was because I put the soft things under the hard things of my hoard. Remember folks; do not put the knives on top of the pillows.
Granice and I were cuddling when she told me the shocking truth... hatchlings do not grow on trees. You don't want to know where they come from... I had trouble sleeping (not because of the hoard this time.)
"If I am flying and I get hit by a plane.
The Forest The Forest
Moonlight filtered through the trees as a young woman wandered aimlessly through the dense forest. An eerie silence hung over the land and nothing dared to break it.
The woman stopped beside a tree and leaned wearily against it. "Oh Sassy," she said, "How did you get yourself into this?"
No answer presented itself to her at that moment. So Sassy brushed her long, brown hair from her eyes and pushed away from the trunk of the tree. "This was supposed to be a fun trip a relaxing visit to the woods but all I get is more stress." She cursed her bad luck.
Her feet moved tentatively forward and the damp leaves quieted her movement. Soon a gentle, but steady, rumbling could be heard. It sounded familiar to Sassy. Instantly she stopped and
Draconis Rock Draconis Rock
Rock 'n Roll that is the only thing that I live for. Loud music, head banging, partying it was all for the spirit of the music. My parents disowned me for my unnatural love for ear bleeding loud music. They called it trash, but I call it my life force.
Nothing would stop me from buying CD after CD of the stuff. It was funny because I would go home and my mother would yell, "JASON YOU SPENT YOUR CASH ON THAT CRAP AGAIN!?!"
I would just nod and rush past her to my room so I could listen to my new disc. I am sixteen; don't I deserve my own lifestyle different from theirs? Many parents would disagree but the kids thought different. Parents were controlling and that will never change.
One thing that would change though was
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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