Fable
Paleous Jerard Tom Pettingsworth Dragon
The jar of Dragon's scale moisturizer made a loud clinking noise as the jar flew across the porcelain sink and spun to a stop by the drain. Paleous Jerard Tom Pettingsworth stood motionless and stared at the pot as it spun around one last time in the sink. He knew he was smart, yeah, pretty smart for a fifteen-year-old dragon. A sly smile began to form on his shiny, dragon lips. He was the best-looking dragon in town, but nobody else seemed to notice. Sure, he was unique with his multicolored scales. Elvis was extraordinary and so were the Beatles; everybody loved them, so by the mighty God of the moon, Paleous Jerard Tom Pettingsworth swore he would not change a thing about himself to please anyone! The other dragons would see his worth in time.
By Denise Willis3 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon, A Child And Knighting Gale
In the distant past centuries ago, there was a mystical area quite a hike from the cosmopolitan castle where a dragon lived very comfortably due to being well educated haunting respectable academic collegiate halls. Despite the intellectual strength Sutrikes still seemed confused, enduring an arguable mist filled path accepting the reality fact. Truthfully, the former general hospital fire starter activist searching for tomorrow hoped a warming guiding light would burn off the blurry conditions revealing a peaceful meaning to life.
By Marc OBrien3 years ago in Fiction
A Child Most Precious.
In the days before Doragon Aso ever knew himself to be called such, the boy had once belonged to a village. It only made sense that he would have come from one as he looked like a man would, and that was the curious state that led him toddling through the forest; not more than three years of age, and certainly not apt to be wandering such terrains. It was an evening one mid-fall and the orange hue of the trees as golden streaks of sunlight slipped between them produced an eerie glow. Entrancing as it was, the toddling boy was drawn further into the thicket of the forest. Not more than a couple of feet in height, Aso had dark, sooty brown hair, with charcoal eyes and his skin was a bit darker, such that the light caused a dark bronze sheen to hit his skin.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction










