Tails of Tragedy_Echoes of Warmth_Your Story_I am Staussey, Dragon
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Tails of Tragedy
The medley of the summer wind sang a tune of good fortune. Though this day was like any other for me and my daughters, Yena and Frost, it would be like a dream day for anyone who lived outside of our bubble, my family’s slice of paradise, untouched by the scourge of the outside world. I admit, though, I sometimes had fun with Humans that strayed too far from their lumbersome lodgings. Humans and Quasis (half animals) mix like oil and water, as the former like to say. The more worlds collided. the more tragedy was invited to each other’s doorstep. I had not had encounters with humans at any gre...
Echoes of Warmth
The darkness has fallen. It had fallen long ago, really. It first came years ago, when the creature nobody could see arrived. It was there, they knew, lurking in the shadows, forever unseen. It was larger than they had imagined, as large as the world itself, and it came with its gaping maw as it descended on them. It howled, a noise that sounwww.onedoor.ccded like wind, just on the edge of hearing. Its mouth was studded with black shifting teeth, sharp and unyielding. It sunk these daggers into the world, surrounding them in chilling, hollow darkness. Nobody knows if the darkness came over years or in the ...
Your Story
You do the thinking.Or do you? Did you prompt yourself to think over this question the writer has posed you? The writer thinks not. The writer argues the thinking happened on its own, and even now, is happening without your so-called will with all its so-called freedom having a say in the matter. Or should the writer say, ‘In the “grey” matter?’You didn’t find this joke funny. Or maybe you did. Some of us did. The writer certainly hopes you did get the pun, but can’t always count on the probability of us having the required brain functions, past experiences, light heartedness and a good sense ...
I am Staussey, Dragon
Warning: contains a bit of gore.From the height of my mountain aerie the voices of the men reached my ears from far, far below. They sounded angry and full of righteous malice…but it wasn’t a sound I’d not heard before. As a dragon of the Gemutlich Order, I had been blamed and hunted and followed by these types of voices all my life.I peered out over the edge of the cliff that was my front stoop, not worried that they would see me, for this cavern was higher in the sky than even The Zugspitze, the frosted tip of which I could see 75 miles to the north. I saw the men with my keen dragon’s eyes,...