A rasping voice dragged Shara away from the nightmare of the whip and into a world full of misery. "That's enough. I wish to speak with it."
Shara's body hurt all over and her head swam with nausea as she turned her neck to see a small, obsidian colored creature approach her. The creature bore a disturbing visage and obsidian ornate armor as black as his skin. He tugged his beard a long while, studying the fruits of his work that lay in a pathetic heap be
In the dragon realm the stars shinned bright in dark blue skies the two red, and green moons gave both a bright light in darkness, the fields tall grass was wet from the midnight dew a young human boy sat in the cold grass as the night's cold chilling wind breezed past him making him clutch his bare arms the young boy had dark red hair, blue eyes he ware a black shirt with short sleeves, and a par of jeans and normal par of red and white sneakers, the boy's name was Rayn all he could remember was he was at home in his room on his laptop then he found himself in this place.
Rayn stood up he looked up at the sky to see the two moons witch he knew now he was in another world of some kind or he was dreaming, Rayn could not tell if it was a dream or not he could feel the cold air around him he felt the breeze of the icy wind on his skin that gave him goose bumps
"it...can't be real..." he shivered as he pinched himself on the arm he felt the pain "ouch!... well its not a
reborn as a rock.
I didn't recognize her at first
without her turquoise-rim glasses
or her always-falling-out-in-public teeth;
she was standing in the gutter on her bald,
Mom tells me Grandma's gone to nag God into slaughtering spiders
and taking the farts out of vegetables,
but if you squint your eyes and tilt your head,
you can see Grandma's crooked nose--
the one that she broke
playing badminton last year--
and the way her eyes crinkle at the corners
when she talks about cheating
to beat me at checkers.
And it's just like Grandma to come back as a rock;
Mom's always called her a stubborn old crook,
and it looks like Grandma's holding a bag of stolen money
under her billowing Hippie-Days shirt sleeves
if you turn her just slightly to the right.
I think I'm gonna keep her in my bedroom.
Just in case.