One day, one dragonI woke up bleary-eyed and wooshy-tailed as usual for a Wednesday morning, to the tune of my alarm clock beeping away like a jack hammer through my head. With a low growl I punched the top to shut the thing up, and heard the crack of breaking plastic. "Damn it, third time this week." I muttered to myself as I rolled out of bed, landing on all fours on the carpet. Great start to the day, eye's barely open and I was already causing wanton destruction.
So whats the first thing a dragon does when he wakes up? Why take a dragon sized stretch of course! I ebtn my rear legs in to stretch out my forelegs, followed by a slow rearing of my neck to get the cracks out of my spine (crack, crack, crack), before one quick flick of my tail and a wide yawn- which was a bit naughty since my yawns are loud and wake up the neighbours. Living in an apartment is better than a cave in some ways, but it does mean I got to behave otherwise it's back to the moldy cave on the beach for me.
Forever in ShadowsPanting heavily, but still smiling, I overlooked my handiwork. The portal machine was still in large pieces, but the red sparks spawning from one of the more sensitive parts of the machine told me that reusing it was an impossibility. She could no longer find me, not now, not ever.More Like This
I now focused on my surroundings. I was in a basement- and, with panic, I realized it was completely unlit, as well as colorless, but still able to be seen in detail. Only a broken lamp and a variety of wall-attached counters were visible. Crushing down my panic, I told myself that the lighting conditions could be a coincidence, and that I hadn't somehow ended up there
Shaking the thought from my head, I realized that there was only one way to make sure, and set about beating on the closed basement door with the crescent wrench. After a mere three blows, the door gave way, and stairs took its place. I followed them up, and was met by a sight that furthered my fears.
There was still no light. The
IronHeartDoctor Shraimer calmly analyzed the man before him.More Like This
The man was tall, sticking up out of his chair almost as if he were standing. He had black hair and black eyes, pale skin, the ghost of an unshaven beard. He looked handsome, but tired, in a way. His face looked strung out, as if it had exhausted itself in some action earlier that day, week, month or year.
"Mr. Wes Reginald?" said Shraimer, looking Wes up and down. Wes's clothing looked as if he had been through a tornado- although, Shraimer remembered, he looked a good deal better than a number of the others who had come to discuss their issues with him.
"Probably me," said Wes, pressing a hand to his forehead and looking tired. "Been a long time since I've been called that, Doc. Just call me Ironheart. Everyone else does- did." For a flicker of a moment, the corners of Wes's mouth pulled down low, and his eyes sagged. In the next millisecond, he looked exactly the same as he had before.
"We may as well start there. Why did 'everyone
SeasonsSummer had left me in December, which was a concept that, after the initial heavy depression, could have been seen as more ironic than sad after three years. I had yet to advance past the "depression" stage yet, however.More Like This
"Another one, please," I muttered to the bartender.
He gave me the evil eye, but placed a glass of brown something-or-other before me. I gulped it down without a thought as to what it might have been. In all honesty, I didn't really care what it was, or where I was, for that matter. A typically dank, dark, badly-smelling lit bar on a bad side of a bad town, presumably. It was empty, save me, the happily glaring bartender, and a single unconscious, muttering drunk leaning against one of the barstools. From what I could tell, he was muttering about someone named "Hungry Joe," and complaining about cats. Again, I couldn't possibly care less.
I looked into the newly-emptied glass and saw Summer reflected back at me, then at the bartender and drunk with the same results. Th
FragmentsWhen Pluto disappeared from the night sky, few noticed. Actually, that's an exaggeration: no one noticed, aside from those who were specifically tasked with watching Pluto. Besides, it wasn't a planet, so it in turn was not a priority. Scientists gave the news to the media, who ran it on a slow news day. No one really cared, because, quite simply, space was not of an interest to anyone, anymore. We had already gotten to the moon, so why would anything else matter?More Like This
Pure idiocy. They were entirely wrong, in every aspect. Pluto's disappearance should have been a warning for a race that was seemingly oblivious to anything and everything happening in space.
I'm incorrect, they were right in one respect. Pluto was not a planet, but it also wasn't a hunk of space rock that had happened to become entrapped by our sun. It was a probe.
The question that no one asked until it was far, far, far too late was: What was it probing for?
When it finally did come back, Pluto brought a good number of fri
I WillI will protect you.More Like This
I swore during life to protect you.
You stabbed me in the neck. That's ok, I'm sure you didn't do it on purpose. It doesn't matter, anyway; I don't particularly mind.
Besides, you couldn't have done it on purpose. You handed me the blade after you stabbed me, which you only would have done if you still appreciated the fact that I needed my knife. If you had done it on purpose, you wouldn't have cared, and just taken my knife. A man in blue came to the door a few minutes after you gave me back my knife. You say something to him, but you're sobbing like a little girl. I can't quite catch what you say.
A few minutes later, men in tucked-in white clothing appear and carry me onto a gurney. They throw a blanket over me next. I appreciate this as well; it was awfully nice of them to think of my own comfort. For a few seconds they pull the blanket away from my face; I've been brought outside on the gurney. A flicker of confusion passes through my thoughts, but your lovely
Shell-ShockedWar is hell.More Like This
No matter what Uncle Sam tries to tell you, no matter how many pieces of 'support our troops' propaganda flit across your television, no matter what anyone may tell you about the glory of battle, it's hell.
It doesn't matter if it's been five years or fifty years since you were last in combat. The screaming of the soon-to-be-dead, gunfire ready to strike you dead or crippled every other second, artillery peppering the ground with explosions, turning men into red clouds. It's how war has always been.
I've been retried from combat for fifty-six no, fifty-seven years, and I can barely distinguish between reality and memory. There's a medical condition for what I have. I'm shell-shocked -insane, but no one's here to take me away. I've lived in the countryside on my own since the war, and I don't think that has helped my psychosis. The dead man buried in my backyard is an example. He knocked on my door late one night, his car having broken down in the middle of
Love is a MythLove is a myth.More Like This
The words were on the skin of my right ankle, formed from scar tissue. They had been there for as long as I could remember, although I did not remember what, exactly, put them there. A movement of my young hands, maybe, guided by a force I could not feel. A doctor with a bitter sense of humor. Broken glass with a mind of its own.
Whatever the cause, it never really mattered much to me. It was just another birthmark, albeit an oddly-shaped one; it had been there forever, so I thought nothing of it. In fact, no one else learned of its existence until I turned ten.
My mother did, then, as she helped me take off a particularly clingy pair of socks.
"Arnold, what's this on your ankle?"
I had giggled, and said, "My lucky mark!"
My mother's brow furrowed, and she told me that she thought it looked like Cuba. I learned later that other people couldn't see the words that I could see.
The name "lucky mark" stuck. I called it that well into my adulthood, or at least to myself when
The GuitaristSam is ten.More Like This
She is riding the school bus, on her way to fifth grade. Sam doesn't much like fifth grade. The boys are mean, the other girls are obsessed with some boy-band that she has no choice but to be obsessed with, too, and the teachers treat her like she's dumb. She's not dumb. She just can't concentrate on whatever the teacher is rambling about. Instead of doing her homework, she usually just draws. Drawing is one of the few things she takes joy in.
The bus comes to a stop. For a second, she worries that they've reached school, and that she will have to get off and try to pay attention to something that bores the daylights out of her. Thankfully, it's just a stoplight. She peers out the window.
It's cold out, and looks like there was a light rain as well. There is a man sitting under the stoplight. Despite the rain, he is smiling jovially, and playing a guitar with a passion. People pass by him without glancing at him. He looks like he's about sixteen. His hair, which sticks out
Hybrid ExperimentIt's been years since Missy had a place to call home. She ran away from the orphanage when she was 12 and spent her youth traveling, she did odds jobs to get food or money or clothing. Missy was 21 when she ran into a young man who seemed to be attracted to her. She just thought he was being nice when he gave her a job as his secretary at his office, being a doctor, he was able to give her an advance on her paycheck so should could get a small place to live and some other necessities. A few month into working for him, he asked her on a date and she accepted bashfully. After only 4 months of dating, he proposed marriage and the two settled in together in the doctor's lavish mansion.More Like This
He was a gentle and kind man. She thought it was odd that he lived all alone in a such a big mansion and she thought it was even stranger that his mansion seemed isolated. It was built on top of a large hill that overlooked the city
How To Live a Dragon's LifeMore Like This
Well everyone, this is my second story about HTTYD. However I hope you'll forgive me for the mistakes that may follow:
1) English is my second language, so grammar and spelling mistakes may be seen regularly.
2) I hope I can describe every character's personality well. I'm not good at describing characters I'm not really a fan of.
What if Hiccup did kill Toothless? As punishment by the gods, he is turned into a Night Fury himself. Is there still hope for peace between dragons and Vikings? It's all up to Hiccup. And it ain't easy, a dragon's life.
Warning: This chapter may be a bit gory and some Toothless fans may feel angry!
There are many stories about Hiccup turning into a dragon, but I'm a big fan of them. That's why I decided to write one as well.
That is all! Let the story begin!
Pleading eyes looked up at the small Viking boy. The dragon didn't struggle to free himself from his bonds. It was no use, he had tried all night, with no success. He looked at
A Dragon's TaleA Dragons TaleMore Like This
He sat there, huddled in a corner with fear in his eyes. The young dragon watched in terror as his parents were slain before him. Once mighty beings, each capable of burning entire cities to the ground. They were gods of the sky! Worshipped by many, feared by many, & envied by many In years long gone, dragons were plentiful & could be seen most anywhere you traveled. They were a thriving race of gentle, yet dangerous beings. But certain humans joined together, convincing the mass that dragons were evil creatures. They began to be viewed as demons, as bad omens, as murderers Their race began dying out with the creation of the Dragon Slayers League. The humans who started spreading the lies of dragon-kind had created this group with the intention of killing every last dragon in the world. Only a few were left in the world at this point Two more would be gone after this day
Draconic Tales - Prologue"Kate Freno is that really you?"More Like This
"Real as we'll ever get dude," Freno said slightly proud.
Before I go any further, let me back up.
My name is Jake. I live in a small town in California called Moorpark just north of Los Angeles. I'm your average third grader with light brown hair and stunning neon blue eyes. Anyone who knows me can tell I am a dragon fanatic. I read and read about dragons and at one point, was inclined to learn to speak draconic. That didn't actually turn out very well, but that's another story.
Kate and Freno are my two best friends. We met each other in kindergarten and stayed together since. We did everything together, we even liked the same thing as each other. Top of that list was dragons, for all of us. We were completely inseparable. But, things were about to change.
About an hour ago, our parents decided to hike through the forest that our backyard and we soon found a small meadow to rest at. My parents were setting up the traditional
Imperial Flame Dragon InformationImperial Flame Dragons:More Like This
Imperial Flame Dragons, or Imperial Flames for short, are a very rare and regal race of dragons with a long history of royalty. As their name implies they all have a keen affinity for fire and have a stronger connection to it than most other dragons but not quite as much as a Fire Born. Due to the Imperial Flame's naturally high muscle density and strength they make for excellent soldiers, fighters, and mercenaries. A few well known traits about Imperial Flames are that they are very proud, stubborn, and have a short temper but these aren't the only ones, they are also known to be quite friendly, loyal, and noble. So to befriend one means that you will have made a lifelong friend that will always be there to protect and comfort you. Another key thing to know about is that there are two very important clans that have fought with each other for hundreds of thousands of years, the Flame-Hearts and Red-Fangs.
Most Imperial Flames are the c
The 4 Runes of the DragonThe Four Runes and Ultimate ReleaseMore Like This
Each of the runes has it's standard name (english name) first, followed by it's name as spoken in the old tongue.
The First Rune: Pain
"Pain flows through the warriors heart granting them great strength through it all." - Ranpushin
Pain - Packarco
The first rune activates when the wielder is hit with a powerful attack, something as little as a broken bone would suffice, however it can be driven further up the stronger the attack that lands. This most powerful attack was unleash by Arashi Naiya a young warrior who wielded Ranpushin's might against a great foe and after having his body slammed into the ground from over 500 feet and surviving, he unleashed the first rune as a counter attack. This blow felled one of The Night Master's strongest and best minions and purified it's soul with the light.
The Second Rune: Sorrow
"Sorrow wells up within the warriors soul granting them the speed of their flowing tears" - Mizus
Abyss- A water dragon TF storyIf you stare into the abyss....More Like This
...The abyss stares back into you.
The boy crouched on the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea, he couldn't have been over thirteen or 5 foot 3 as he stared down over the edge to the rocks below with green eyes, tan cargo shorts and a navy blue t-shirt made up his attire. A tiny forest bordered the cliff behind him as two people, obviously his friends make their way through this forest to him...
"Max!" the older of the boys called to the boy on the cliff...
I sigh and look back at Kyle, his black hair moving just enough to see him standing a few feet behind him.
"What?" I asked causualy.
"Why'd you leave?" Jake asks, stuffing his hands into his baggy jeans, he was 6 feet tall and had spiky brown hair and a scar that ran just under his left eye, which was blue. He had taken off his shirt, reavealing the sweaty muscles underneath.
"That last hit from that giant just about made me lose my lunch... besides my asthma's acting up." I say as I stand and look
Suprise package pt.6-Sooo... didn't expect this did ya?- The little voice in my head says as I fall to my knees beside my mom.More Like This
-Shut up- I think to it
-Mak... oh wait you can, alright... I shuttta the f**k up, but before that, congrats and consider yourself lucky...- The voice goes silent as I stare at my mom... what had she been thinking? I realize that she didn't know that the vial also drove humans insane and killed them. My heart was pounding away as I release a held breath... she was alive, unconscious, and had been turned into a dragon. She was pure white... so much that the light danced across her scales, creating a small rainbow effect, there was plates closely similar to mine that started just below the collarbone and went all the way down... I stand up and grab a blanket off the couch and put it over her, She had a single horn that made more of a ridge than a actual horn, three claw feet and five finger hands and the claws of which were all white like her scales. Her ears were webbed and had a l
Second Life (Night Fury TF)"Man! I love Soaring above the Clouds and City. I Just Fricking Love it! It Never get's old!" I said with a Big smile on my Reptile Face........Wait What? Your Probably thinking that right now, aren't ya? Well, as it looks like i have to introduce you to me.More Like This
Well, my Name is Kevin. I am 17 years old and i'm in the Second Year of High School. You could say to me i'm a Complete Average Student, which i am. Only writing a "C", maybe sometimes a "B", but that's a rare exception!
Because of my marks, i had to do a Year in Middle School again, which made me not really more attractive for Girls either! I don't have many Friends, a few of them are Good Friends, but not anywere Close than Latis!
Well, who is Latis? Latis is my Best and closest Friend since the day i got him! Here we go...
One a Cold and Rainy Fall day in the Middle of November, i came late out of my School. The Wind was blowing Pretty Harsh and only Helped the Rain to let the Atmosphere be more scary and frightening.
So i laid
West Coast ChaosAppendix two: West Coast ChaosMore Like This
My time in Los Angeles, 2814 was cut short by an Aether Event in historic Hollywood district. Not the ones I’m accustomed to in my native reality. This one was aggressive, and the resulting scar still refuses to close after forty kiloamps of tacyonic current. It’s output is still increasing at an accelerated rate, and the scar has now stretched the length of the Californian coast line. It’s began to affect tears in alternate realities as well. The San Antonino Scar on Terra has began to produce radiation. Nothing harmful at the moment, but the Department of Meteorology has elected to keep an eye on the scar. They’ve also inquired the OJP if it has anything to do with the body that fell though the scar before December 21st event.
This newly formed scar isn’t your garden variety Aether event. The Foundation of Alternate Realities Mapping has concluded that this was caused by an artificial event. And it’s aggressive
the metamorphosis of jade moontailit begins with an itch.More Like This
you scratch it,
you ignore it,
but the itch persists.
days pass, weeks pass.
you give in,
you reach up to scratch,
but you feel two strange nubs beneath your hair
and a phantom ache at the base of your spine.
months pass, years pass.
the itch spreads.
the itch grows.
every follicle on your face feels like a needle.
you tear off your glasses.
razor in hand,
tangles of blood and hair fall into the sink.
you look into the mirror,
but turn quickly away.
you bandage your face,
you let no one see it.
you wonder if you're dreaming,
you wonder if you're sane.
still the itch spreads.
still the itch grows.
you rip off the bandages
and you turn the knob all the way.
the scalding spray burns
in rivulets over your flesh
and as you scrub violently,
chunks of skin slough off
into the steaming water.
beneath emerges a new skin, a smooth skin,
a tender, tingling, bright green skin.
you revel in the pain.
you wash it all away.
and day by day, you feel the chang
The Transformation ProcessThis is my in-depth description of the transformation of a human born dragon from their human cage to what they really are.More Like This
As mentioned at some point in my story, are the consistency of the concoction.
- a dose of dragon blood (varies on dragon type)
- a dose of dragons bodily fluids (also varies on dragon type)
- an ounce of water (to maintain the liquidy consistency)
- a few dragon scales (chopped into grains, kinda like coffee, also varies on dragon type)
The amount of each dose is classified to the general public.
You see, every human born dragon, although are in a human body, have DNA that is part dragon, part human.
Since their human parents have carried traits of dragon DNA from yet to be explained sources, both traits combine into one part of their dna that matches for a true dragon. The human area of the DNA serves as a substitute for which the true DNA lies, giving them a place to live off of for the time being, until they are ready. Basically a plan b, a prosthetic.
Drawer huntressLet's see: pencils, paper, erasers, enough colors, a drawing board and a few envelopes... Everything seems to be there.More Like This
"What are you up to?"
John hurriedly closed the bag and faced his intrusive roommate, Nick.
"Nothing, I'm just going for a hike!"
But Nick wasn't tricked so easily. He had the ability to insist, right when it was the most annoying. A mischievous smile dug his cheeks.
"You're going to draw again? You should sell your paintings, you'd be rich by now!"
"I'm just going to walk!" John replied, exasperated."I have the right to take a breath of fresh air, right?"
"In half a meter of snow? To each his own taste... Will you show me when you return?"
He laughed at the angry grumble of John, then slipped away. He had preparations to make too.
As silly as it sounded, John was painfully shy when it came to his drawings. He was usually a warm and friendly person, as a student in economics should be. He didn't hesitate to discuss and even showed evidence of a bright and open
How To Become a Dragon? Chapter 10...While i was sleeping, i felt that the wind was getting really strong, but it didn't worried me at all. I just thought that Mother Nature was a little bit pissed off again...More Like This
Seven hours later...
I was still asleep, but then i felt that the Ground under me got really warm, and because of that i woke up, pretty fast. My Eyes open up really quick and needed to adjust to the bright sunlight.
"where was i?" I thought.
I blinked a few times and my vision was fully Sharpened again. Then i noticed that i was sitting infront of a sign.
"Welcome to the Area 51, Enter at your own risk."
"What? Oh come on, not again. But how did i..i....NO! You was it right, ExoSkeleton!" The Exoskeleton got control back over my Top Right Arm/Leg and then wrote into the Ground "Yup, it was me. I took control over your muscles while you were asleep."
"You could also just ask me!"
"-.-....Yeah would also be an Option, but Option A was my Favorite one." He wrote into the Ground with one of my Claws.
"Okay, but why
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Chronicles of terra, prologue
KNIGHTS AND DRAGONS
“Why is it dragons always make their lair up a mountainside” thought the knight out loud, trudging up to meet his fait with the grim resignation of a man at the gallows, “s’pose I’ll ask it before it roasts me in this armour” he said to himself. Drawing closer to the cave mouth, his face set in a grimace underneath his helm, reflecting on all the pain loss and betrayal that brought him here to this moment shedding a tear for his fallen brothers, stopping at the entrance, looking to the sky then down again and leaning on his great axe to catch his breath and saying a prayer for forgiveness and entering the cave and a future both uncertain and fixed.
“Beautiful just beautiful” said the dragoness, sighing “if only I had some one to share the view with” she said wistfully watching the sun set, just as it dipped below the horizon the flash of green “there you are&
TS C10: Choosing SidesTaking SidesMore Like This
-Chapter 10: Choosing sides-
I drove us into the large warehouse, and back to the same set of rooms that I had been using for the past few days. Faelius remarked that they had added a human shower for me if I wanted to use it. However, he also mentioned that he preferred me as a dragon, although gold wasn’t quite my colour…
I nodded and stopped the car next to the toilet, intending to pee, only to realise that I hadn’t a clue how to do it.
This was when Aurak stepped in with a mental chuckle, and showed me how to do it. It was…different from humans, as everything was in a slit, but I picked it up quickly enough, and succeeded in not spraying urine everywhere.
Once done, I got out, to see both Faelius and Tyran standing next to the car, talking. They seemed engrossed, and I decided against interrupting. Instead, I quietly made my way to the car, and waited for them to be done.
Aurak asked, slightly excited.
I replied, chuckling, as I took a back se
I Have Become It - 2This must be some nightmare, this can't be real!More Like This
I'm looking around for something, anything to show me that this is all a dream and I'll wake up in my bed or washed up on a beach somewhere, assuming that I didn't drown and this is my brain's last wild delusion before the final lights-out. But all I see is a tractor... and it too is moving. It's got eyes and a mouth... and it's coming right towards me. Do I do something sensible, like make no sudden moves, maybe say "Hi?"
Of course not. I jump back and holler like I just saw a zombie horde coming at me. The tractor jumps six feet in the air, turns and kicks me with one of its massive rear tires... right in the head.
Lights out, indeed.
Then I wake again... Indoors again... light filtering from a doorway and two windows, dust motes drifting lazily in the air. They look like floating gold dust in the sunlight. It must have been a dream after all. I hope so...
"Hey, buddy, you awake?" a voice reached me. There was a prodding a
Damaged Goods 50% OffDamaged Goods 50% Off!More Like This
In every large town it seems that there is at least one market. In these markets one will find food, both exotic and mundane, cloth of every color and style, jewels, and knickknacks, and whatnots and more. In general, when one goes there, they see a vibrant, bustling place, full of different scents both sweet and spicy and the sound of people chatting or arguing for that perfect bargain.
But what one doesn’t see right away are the more shady places of the market. The places that are tucked away into the corners and hidden in shadow. There the foolish can lose all their money on something useless and those whose intentions are better left secret make their purchases.
It was here, near a rickety building that only the owner enters, that a large booth stands. Surrounded by cages of all sorts that are just barely big enough for the occupants inside them. In one
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A long time ago there was a great and mighty dragon, who was feared in all the lands. He had ravaged many kingdoms and had acquired a great amount of treasure. It remained this way for many, many years. Until one day the dragon was defeated and injured, but not killed and much of his treasure was taken. When word got around that he had been defeated more and more knights came to fight against this once great dragon. And though he won a few against a few of the knights, he lost most against most, and his treasure was slowly depleted to almost nothing. As this happened the other dragons teased and tormented him for his failures, calling him un-dragon like and even stealing some of his treasure for themselves.
Slowly the dragon began to believe the words of his tormentors and over time he started to shrink. His wings disappeared and his scales
Lady DragonThe sun was high that day, shining its bright, warm rays over the ground, heating rocks and bringing the warmth of light to all that it touched. Without a cloud in the sky, the day was truly beautiful. However, there was one place that the sunlight never touched. Filtering just at the entrance, the wide maw of the cave was carved in such a way, that no matter what time of day it may be, sunlight never penetrated the darkness within. Only the faintest of flickering lights could be seen from the entrance, what could only be the dancing glow of fire.More Like This
Deep within the cavern, the dragoness tossed and turned, trying to sleep despite the day, yet the resting comatose was just out of the grip of her paws. As it often was. Giving a huff in defeat, she opened her eyes and raised her head, before giving a soft sigh. She looked out longingly towards the entrance of her home, before letting her gaze shift to the large piles of gold next to her. The few torches that she had on the walls, magically e
Freedom Pt 3. (Dragon tf)A series of sharp raps knocked off the cars side, vaguely resembling some tune or code. It was probably meant to be a perfect copy of something from a film, but Hex had never seen many movies, and he wasn’t much in the mood for it anymore. His body felt cramped and tight in the car boot, red tail wrapped around his legs, wings folded tight over him and then covered by a blanket, it was rather uncomfortable.More Like This
The coded knock came again, tap-tap-taptap-tap-raprap, and he growled, “Yes, I’m in here, there’s not even a way to open it from the inside!”
The door swung open and Nessie giggled on the other side, her excited blue eyes sparkling. “Yeah, but I was meant to check. Come on, come on!”
Hex growled again, this one without much meaning, and crawled out, dashing after the girl. They had parked in a motel, a cluster of buildings surrounding a car park, each one its one cramped little hotel room. He glared at the streetlamps for a second, fe
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“Don’t clench or it’ll hurt more,” Brian instructed him as the needle dug into his arm, as if mere reassurance would relax his muscles. Hex gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut against the pain as it went on, and on, and on.
Then it was done, and the doctor tugged the needle out, “Excellent, well done boy. Not even a tear shed. How are you feeling?”
Hex flinched, looking away from the dark skinned doctor holding a vial of crimson blood, and stared down his bed instead. “Not good. Tired. My arm hurts. Do you have to take it? My blood? I thought it was meant to stay inside people?”
He saw the doctor shake his head out of the corner of his eye, “We’ve been over this Hector, it’s because your blood’s special remember? We take the blood out and clever scientists study it and we can use that to help you and other people. Don’t you want that?”
“But you haven’t helped!” Hex protested an
Freedom Pt 2.Hex opened his eyes cautiously, letting daylight stream in, and felt them adjust, a second eyelid or something sliding down to darken his view. Trees crowded around him, old oaks reaching high up with grasping leaves to catch the sun’s rays, thought plenty of it still hit the debris strewn forest floor where he lay.More Like This
Forest floor. It took a second to digest the information, the leaves and sticks under his body. Not a cover on his bed in hospital, there wasn’t an iv drip clasped on his hand, he was outside, outside in a forest, and that meant-
That meant it hadn’t been a dream. He raised his head slowly and turned it to look at himself, still feeling a rush of surprise at the sight of a red scaled body with two wide wings folded over the top like a tent. Along line of small spikes ran from his pointed skull all the way to the tip of his serpentine tail, and the talons on his four paws were white and sharp. Somehow he was a dragon, regardless of the fact that they weren&
The Awakening1:00 AM July 4th, 2012More Like This
105 degrees. That was allot of temperature. I laid contorted on the couch in the dark living space of my loft. It was one that I was lucky enough to own after getting into college. My parents set me up, like they always did. It was an awesome space - just one big empty room with bath and bedroom doors. Vast and silent, there was a cave like calm to it - a far cry from the overstuffed dormitories where I had spent freshman year. My dizzy gaze rested on the messy desk against the far wall. Under its wooden surface, a beefy gaming desktop steamed on. Above it propped a crisp Wacom monitor with its matching pen to the side. As evidenced by the worn keyboard and mouse, that workstation was my life. Every major accomplishment I made was done with it as my companion. I spent many nights there, churning away at animation assignments and now the sight of it was exhausting, but the sudden wave of sickness had made sleep impossible.
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“Nonono! How many times must I tell you! Don’t throw my laptop like that! You’ll spoil it!” I hollered, as I watched my bag sail off Aurak’s back, as he tossed it callously off, and it landed with a thud, making me wince.
The dragon snorted disdainfully. “You care so much about that chunk of metal and plastic. What about me, your bonded?”
I went over to the bag and opened it, pulled out the laptop and opened that too, relieved to see the screen come to life unscathed. “What?! You’re comparing yourself to a computer now?! There’s not even any basis- How the hell did that get into that head of yours?!” I spluttered, putting the laptop away.
“When it so much as drops, you come running, but when I ask you to come, you always insist that I wait, no matter how urgent the matter is!” He snarled, glaring. “You’d might as well be bonded to that stupid hunk of metal!”
My jaw dropped. This rea
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The next few days were chaotic.
Every morning, I heard mom scream whenever she stepped into the garage and saw Toothless. Why she kept going in there was just so beyond me that after day 5, I gave up asking myself why.
Dad was actually okay with having Toothless in the garage. He told me that he used to have a snake as a kid so he was fine with me having my own reptile.
Even if it was a huge, fire breathing, flying lizard.
The first day I had left for work, dad told me that Toothless started to whine for me after a few hours.
And when I got home and into his ‘nest’ as I was calling it, the dragon practically pounced and tackled me to the ground, licking me all over.
I just couldn’t help but laugh when he greeted me like this.
And true to my word, he actually stayed in the garage. Only being let out at night to stretch out his wings and do his ‘business’ a little ways out in the forest.
And when I wasn’t at work repairing cars, I was in the
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“ANNABELLE CHRISTINE HARDISON!!!!”
I yelped as my mother screamed from down below my room.
It was the next day and I had managed to get Toothless into the garage so he could stay out of the rain during the storm. Had to rearrange a few things first but there was soon room for him to lay down.
So now I was fearing that mom had wondered into the garage and had seen Toothless, hence the yelling.
Praying that that wasn’t the case, I bolted out of bed and flew down the stairs. It then ran to the garage and found my mother standing there and seething, pointing a finger at the Nightfury in the corner.
Toothless was just staring back at her in both alarm and confusion.
“Mom I can expla….”
“WHAT IS THAT DOING IN MY HOUSE?!” Mom interrupted as she gave me a glare that promised death. “I THOUGHT WE TOLD YOU NOT TO GO ANYWHERE NEAR DRAGONS?!”
“No. You told me not to go near the dragons reported on the news.” I said
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“After all, rarely do the men who orchestrate wars find themselves holding the instruments. It's those holding the instruments, you see, they go and they die, they die at each others hands, and all their familiars and relations they weep and they cry revenge, and then the whole thing's sunk. Then the whole thing is personal, and if it lasts long enough it is cultural, and then for all the original maestros may wish most dearly to cease the thing it is too late, don't you see. The match is lit, the throat, is slit.”
Private Lanson squirmed, still adjusting to his heavy standard-issue boots, belts, and helm. The drawling voice in the shadow had been going in this vein for a good ten minutes and it hadn't helped him settle into his uniform one bit.
“Wars are fought for other people. For crowns and cravats who failed to keep the peace with words. And also for th
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You know that you have a Mary Sue when she upsets the monochromatic color scheme of my Writer's Guides.
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Internet communities often lash out at writers who create Mary Sues. Declaring the writing to be below their standards, they proceed to punish the creators. They mock the characters, verbally abuse the writers, and write hyperbolically about how much they wish the characters would die.
Bullying writers (who may be very young) is only going to make them afraid to write—and therefore improve—or share their work. Not only that, but it discourages other writers from speaking for fear of public mockery, and it may silence the voices that could someday become great.
If you've directly or indirectly suffered from the abuse of such individuals, let me first apologize on their behalf. I don't care if your story stinks so much that it can be smelled from fifty miles away; mocking you
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They kept me unconscious for a long time. When I finally awoke I felt buried in darkness, too groggy to even function.
Wh… what’s happening? I asked Teyaan.
We have been recaptured, Teyaan said.
Okay… where…? I struggled to form a coherent thought… we were… in a different place?
You have been unconscious for almost a day.
What… that… I tried to move and felt my arm flop.
We have been in a plane. They are transferring us.
Dread filled me. No, no… you said… this wouldn’t happen. With the panic rising, the fog around my mind seemed to diminish. I cracked open my eyes and stared at a dun gray ceiling.
I failed, said Teyaan.
You’re not allowed to say that, I snapped. This can’t be happening. We have to get out of here.
There have been no opportunities thus far for escape, Teyaan said.