DragonsDragons.Dragons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Unfurl for the first time.
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Breaking free from earths hold.
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.
All nations praise them
And they do not exist?
Fools, they are about you!
Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon
Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in na
DragonsDragons11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
fifteen dragons in flight, gliding through the atmosphere.
each with their own abilities,
each with their own color, and size,
each with their own nature,
with their own destiny...
DragonsDragons still exist.Dragons10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
They're still out there. They hide from us. They don't really need to, as we live too fast to notice them. But they still hide from us, just to make sure.
You see, they like observing us. We interest them unendingly. They love simply hovering over an open mall, or following someone at a distance for a short while. At night, they return to their clan home and tell the other dragons what they have seen. Gossip, if you will. If you're interesting enough to them you might have a whole family silently watching you.
If a dragon likes you, it will protect you from physical harm- a big jump to the sidewalk from the middle of a busy road might well be dragon-assisted. Ideas, too. What do you think made the apple fall on Newton's head? Dragons, if they know what you are after, might just nudge hints in your direction. Whether you take them or not is up to you.
There are two types of dragon: Occidental (Western) and Oriental (Eastern). The Occidentals have wings and use them
DragonsWhere did they come from?Dragons12 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Where did they go?
Questions to which answers,
No one seems to know.
Beautiful and gentle,
As much as a flower.
They soon disappeared,
Due to man's lust for power.
Only those now
As rare as sages.
Can truely find a dragon
In these modern ages.
Once these creatures
Where the protectors of us all.
Sheltering great civilizations
Until they disappeared, leaving them to fall.
Everyone I know
Is a dragon you see.
I look out for you,
You look out for me.
Dragons will be with us
Through the reaches of time.
In fact there's one sitting here,
Teaching me this rhyme.
dragonsA creature of myth,dragons7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or so many believe-
They fill fairytales,
And haunts the past.
It's fierce eyes,
Gazing upon you,
staring into your being-
It's fiery breath,
The stench of lost souls-
Dried blood upon its talons,
A victim of the past-
The dragon's burning heart,
Driving his wings-
To spread his will-
To soar through the sky,
claiming it as his own-
The creatures driven,
By they're own being.
DragonsThe dragons just kept getting cuter.Dragons3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet.
They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows of dragons pressed against my laptop from all sides. Some I enjoyed looking at. Others were a reminder of some mistake I'd made. Putting the horns on before the eyes. Making the legs too thin so it tilted drunkenly while baking. Not realizing that some clay changes color as it solidifies.
What to do with them all? I couldn't keep them even if I'd want
Imagine DragonsThis story has been fully voice-acted. Scroll to the description for the audio.Imagine Dragons2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
...And here I am, walking up these large stone steps. Climbing up them, literally, as they were not made for humans to traverse. I would have been tired of ascending them each day, if not for the fact that I was no longer human. You see, I am what they call a Dragon Hunter. I happened to be one from the icy north and as such, this entire army of armour-clad Templars brought me along to exterminate the demon dragon that was said to plague these frost-bitten mountains.
The Icy Peaks of Teruel, or so they called them. Really they were just a collection of very large and harsh mountains, in which nothing dared to make its home. There was no wildlife here, no trees, not even the barest hint of a stone bug to be found. There was literally nothing here, except for a blind belief that a demonic drago
StreetsideStreetside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it trembles, a
crooked form caught
in a black sea,
stagnant now the
still waters rumble
with the passing of cars and
unmoving eyes, casting deep
shadows over its
it croaks, a feathery wing outstretched,
a mouth, wide open
unable to utter a single
Origami Dragons - Sherlock x ReaderStacks of thin, easily folded paper lay around the floor of the living area in Baker Street. She had ordered around five packets of origami paper in one week. Her excuse was to stock up in case she ran out of paper too soon. Mrs Hudson had grown used to the odd behavior that took place in the apartment that she had rented out to the boys - and girl. She had even given the young woman a box to contain the paper dragons in so that they wouldn't rip.Origami Dragons - Sherlock x Reader11 months ago in Romance More Like This
Her anxious fingers fiddled with a new sheet of paper. It was polka dot, a little different from the usual plain blue and green. It was smaller than the rest when she had fully folded it, twisted it and tore the paper until it was finally another one of the many origami animals that she had created. She set her new creation onto the coffee table, gently tapping its head.
"How many of those have you made in the past two days?" Sherlock asked, picking up the one that had collapsed on the floor.
"I don't know," She replies. "I think I lost count
dragonsthe dragons are creepingdragons12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
along my garden
they are not very big
but their teeth are sharp
Master says they are friendly
I hope she is right
for they are peering into my window
and their teeth are sharp
colors of all sorts glitter
like wet jewels
O! how they are pretty
but their teeth are sharp
Poto has one as a pet
caution my friend!
some of your animals are missing
and their teeth are sharp
dragons rest on roofs
a drive on mine
the timbers are creaking
and their teeth are sharp
Dawn of the DragonsDawn of the Dragons4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Dawn of the Dragons
In the Unova region there was a deep dark cave, inside there was a teenager that was scarred for life with the claw marks of a black dragon that radiated blue light under the full moon.
And a boy, also in his teens ventured through tall snow capped mountains. He had unbelievably adapted to the icy weather.
But they were not the only ones. A brunette in her teens had adapted to incredible amounts of heat. Like a Flareon, she moved quickly. And like the boys, she did not know what had awaited them in the future.
To be continued...
DragonsIn my dreams I ride on dragonsDragons9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Of fire and dew, blood-red
And pure white. In my dreams
I have the confidence to love my body,
But this is dream-shown in the way I flaunt it
And in the way They want it
As They want others. I am
Not the stunted one, second-best with the speech impediment.
I do not compete endlessly with those
Of the bee-stung lips, fragile bones sliding
Smoothly under untainted skin. My dragons and I,
We soar through clouds made of the souls lost
To the soul-less. Our sun is hidden beyond
The mountains in the distance. Those tall towers
With words carved into them,
Words I cannot read from this distance. We
fly closer and the soul-clouds crowd us
Whispering of poisoned lands, pulsating earth
Riddled with pox-marks. A bit higher then,
Away from the tainted soil. The words are
Readable. A Wilfred Owen quote?
"I have paid the price to live my life
On the terms that I have chosen"
Between a world filled with instant beauty
And passionate, fleeting love, and my
Dreams of soul
The Dungeons and Dragons GeekAnd in our group there was a Dragons geekThe Dungeons and Dragons Geek9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His skin was white, and his body was weak
But what he lacked in strength and body mass
He made up for in knowledge of Wee Jas.
He warned the others about her powers
His truthful teaching went on for hours.
After he was done, the Pardoner said,
"You and I are brothers, my good friend!"
"Dear sir, are you accusing me of lies?
I swear to Vecna my words have no ties
They are free and true, Nerull strike me down.
You say we are brothers? To that I frown."
There is no loyal a man than the geek.
Just ask the elves, orcs, or dwarves: they'll shriek
And talk of his goodness and vast wisdom
Surpassing that of a silver dragon.
Even Erythnul will show him pardon
For his path has been chosen by Fharlanghn.
He is destined to help those most in need,
To spread the word and sew the seed
Of Gods and Goddesses seated most high,
Which can be hard, since he hardly sees sky.
Where Be Dragons?Where Be Dragons?11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where Be Dragons?
'Here Be Dragons'
The old maps do proclaim,
Places beyond name.
Far over teeming, turbulent, ocean swells
Be lands of magic and mystic fable
Where all of dream's strange bestiary dwells
And where may exist the supernatural.
And from thence come glorious, fabulous tales
Sagas of sorcery and great, sweeping quests,
Legends of treasures, artefacts of vast power
Discovered in hidden, death-guarded, chests.
There are shining places of a beauty beyond dreams
And harsh regions of danger, nightmarish and cursed.
Ancient ruins cast shadows, as shining cities stand tall,
And knights may do battle as the dead rise from the earth.
So as I stand here upon this storm-weathered cliff
My heart reaches out over the raging sea wild,
And I think, what of these magic lands of myth
That I was told of as a child?
Whilst the restless charm of the limitless waters
May yet still stir imagination from its lifeless trance,
The momentary beauties of these well-charted quar
A Meeting between the DragonsA Meeting between the Dragons7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The First meeting between the two Dragons.
To Selena459, the girl with a loyal dragon and an enthusiastic imagination.
My heartfelt thanks to her for drawing out pictures that dicpicts my various adventures in the fantasy world, as without her, those adventures may have never came to life. .
May fourteen, in the year 2008. That particular day is as clear to me as an extreme high-resolution photograph. It was the day of my inevitable birthday (which I look forward to every year), it was the day my parents jumped with joy (I wonder if they did), and it was the day I finally came into existence into this world known as the Earth, (I was eternally grateful for that) which is a single planet spinning in a Stellar Galaxy known as the Solar System.
In the many years I spent on this planet, I have seen many things ordinary people did not see. I have seen whole countries annihilated in the name of justice. I have seen computer systems that got hacked into i
The Dragons EggTHE DRAGON EGG *Collab*The Dragons Egg6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The two men walked in the room, immediately followed by their lawyer. They all sat down in front of the table, the lawyer on one side and the two men on the other. The lawyer carefully placed his bag on the table, and took out a bunch of papers. He coughed to get the other twos attention. So...are we ready?
Yes, Im ready. One of the two, a man in his early 20s, spoke.
The other man, probably in his 40s, nodded. Just hurry up and read the testament, I dont have all day
Have patience. The younger one spoke. The mans doing his job, you cant rush him on that.
The other snorted. Alright...its your house after all...please mister, continue
The lawyer coughed a few more times. So...today we are sitting here to read the testament of Mister Roy Mandson, who passed away three weeks ago, on September 13th 2010. Two people have been called here: his
DragonsMythical Monstrosities or Fairytale Friends?Dragons8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Silver scales flashed in the sunlight at the beast bellowed, and kicked off, beating up clouds of dust as it rose high into the skies. Midnight black shone dully as the larger circles higher, malevolent red-yellow eyes fixed on the smaller, slimmer beast far below, rising steadily from the ruined village. The Silver roared, gold eyes narrowing as it opened its mouth, a blast of fire leaving its gaping jaws, red flashing through the silver scales. The Black didn't avoid the blast, letting the red orange fire wash over its scales, melting them, healing as the Black dropped its lower jaw in a dragon's grin, before folding wings, plummeting to catch the other in its claws. The Silver screamed as the Black fastened its jaws around its neck, attempting to cut off the windpipe, acidic blood flowing harmlessly between its teeth. The Silver kicked out, struggling to keep its wings out of the way as the Black took the blows, scales healing
When Dragons Die"It's on the beach!"When Dragons Die2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's on the beach.
Amy Dale fingered the pack of cigarettes in the baggy pocket of her jeans as she moved with the rush of the crowd towards the lake, her mind fuzzy with shock. Could it really have come to this? After all these years of hundreds of people searching, working, chasing, probing, trying to pin down the elusive Loch Ness 'monster' - after all her years of work, studying and scraping by and manuveuring with difficulty through her scanty network until she was part of the latest team sent searching for it - all of that ended like this?
It washed up on the shore?
She left most of the crowd behind at the first ring of policemen trying to keep unnecessary people away from the 'monster.' Flashing her ID, she slipped through them and went forward more slowly, the wet ground squelching under her rubber boots. The bulk of the dead creature was perfectly visible now, rising in a steady curve above the heads of the people surrounding it, pointing and talking
Masks, Desire, and DragonsHiccup had never really believed in fate, being a man... boy of science and mechanics himself. However, he was sure, as he flew high above the island, that it had been his destiny to find Toothless. It could be coincidence that Hiccup's prosthesis fit perfectly into Toothless', but this was simply too hard to believe when they were soaring so high above their home. There was an amazing aura of peace around them both, and it was ripe for the breaking. "Okay Toothless," said Hiccup over the wind, "let's try something a little more fun." He stood in the stirrup, pushing down on Toothless. They both went into a dive picking up speed quickly. Right before they hit the water, Hiccup and Toothless pulled up. They sped up into the air, quickly breaching the clouds. They came out on top. The view was beautiful; the morning aurora was shining bright green all around. They bothMasks, Desire, and Dragons5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dragons BloodYou are an art journal,Dragons Blood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all scraps of paper and profound quotes
of those you say "I'll fucking know one day",
because you love to shock me
with even more profound profanities
and those watercolor fingers
you use to shut me up.
Gently. Always gently.
You leave me moon-eyed;
Dragons Blood still lingering
in the wake of your
heartbeats against mine.