Ashley Schweitzer
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You and Me, Pal
I didn’t know that was going to be the last time that I saw him. If I had, I would have stayed longer, hugged him one more time, or maybe said something to get just one more laugh out of him. Then again, if I had known, I wouldn’t have left. Not knowing was a blessing and a curse, but I still consider myself one of the lucky ones. The last words my grandfather spoke to me were, “I love you, Ash,” as he twirled a lock of my hair.
By Ashley Schweitzer4 years ago in Families
Fierce Beginnings
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there weren’t even usually dragons in the Valley. Dragons preferred the water where they were akin to gods. On land, they were mere demigods, forced to make do with the pitiful food options available in this realm. On any other day, they wouldn’t have paid me much mind. Scrawny wizards were not their ideal meal, but this was not a typical day in the Realm of Elements. Edible, lone wizards did not usually traipse around outside their protective wards, fully visible, and loud as they please. If I had adopted that level of stupidity early on, I never would have survived exile for the last thirty years. Well, almost thirty years. In one week it would be my thirtieth anniversary of exile. Mazel tov.
By Ashley Schweitzer4 years ago in Fiction
