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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
Slayer's Son Chapter One Slayer's Son
Light, from an open window, gently filtered down onto a mess of brown hair. The owner of this hair was hidden under a blanket, on a bed. Sighing, the sleeping lump, in the bed sat up and the blanket fell down to reveal a boy almost going into manhood.
He rubbed his tired eyes, and stretched his slightly muscled arms.
Slayer's Son: Prologue Slayer's Son
A woody smoke filled the small tavern's noisy air, as the warming fireplace heated the merry atmosphere. The sweaty, bald, barkeep wiped the counter and watched the four men sitting across the room. His well rounded middle was constricted due to his dirty apron.
The four men were the only visitors, mainly for the fact that it was well past one in the morn. They sat in the far left hand corner, laughing and drinking ale, their good moods kept the barkeep happy. This was better than the usual fighting that occurred at these times o
Timeless War Timeless War
War is always destructive on both of the opposing forces. Yet it is still needed at times; when diplomacy fails. War can only go so far though, and when both sides have taken casualties beyond what they had intended, the stakes are raised.
The war we are about to go into happened a long time ago and it almost brought both of the species to extinction. The year is thirteen twenty-four; the location is unknown to today.
What we know from this war has been presented
*BEEEEEEEP* "You have got to be kidding me they set an alarm today of all days?" I mumbled still half asleep on the old green couch in my father's living room.
There went my plan for sleeping all day but they were going to have to deal with Mr. Grumpy-Dragon all day now. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" screamed my little eight year old brother.
My ear fin twitched in pain from the sudden loud noise and I rolled over throwing the pillow over my head. Why did they say it was my birthday anyways? They should now us dragons are hatched not birthed like humans its hatchday to me. I settled in my new position and attempted to go back to sleep.
This plan however was foiled as my little brother's friend got up and screamed with him "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"
"Oh god no it begins can't I just sleep through this day?" I moaned
They giggled as my little brother played with my tail and jerked on it trying to get me out of bed. I had to get these kids off of me and I had a
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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