Thomas Angelo
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First Class Seating
Struggling to figure out just where I am, my eyes dart back and forth. The jolting of my surroundings rips me from the tranquility of my dreams. I am awakened by a very beautiful but panic stricken woman dressed in all blue. She is shaking me and glancing back and forth as I struggle to collect my wits. "Wake up, the plane is crashing!" I can hear her scream but the words seemed to be drowned out by another source coming from all around me. Rows of airplane seats and dangling oxygen masks bring me back to reality.
By Thomas Angelo4 years ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Hated Dragons
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact there weren't any for as many years most folk could remember," the old wizard said stroking the wiry gray fibers of his beard as the children listened intently. "What happened?" one of the children said while waving their right hand excitedly "Something bad I bet?" "Yes it was something like that," the wizard said blowing puffs of smoke from his long curled pipe. "You see there was once a time in which it was very dangerous to be a dragon. In fact even the idea of having scales was down right deadly."
By Thomas Angelo4 years ago in Fiction
