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Imagine Imagining a Dragon

A real dragon not a human in a costume

By Clemin ThymePublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 3 min read
An imaginary image?

I call italics!

You know it's not your choice.

Hey writer, can you put me in italics and my older brother in bold? Old, bold, it rhymes and everything.

You're the younger brother and you're gonna get underlined, obviously. I'm gonna be in italics because I'm the girl.

Just focus on the story.

Well, people should know who is going to tell them the story.

Okay. It's me, my annoying younger sister, and my even more annoying, even younger brother.

I'm not annoying. You just told a lie and made yourself an unreliable narrator.

I don't mind being considered unreliable by people with no sense of humor.

Well then consider yourself unreliable because you have no real sense of humor.

What type of man starts a story with "I call italics?"

We haven't started the story. If we had, I'd be calling someone named Italics.

You think you're funny and you are not and this is why you have no friends.

With brothers like these, who needs friends?

**

Why did my parents bury me in the forest? Is it because I was born female? I could have still done some work in this world. Maybe I could have brought them grandchildren. Did they not want any of that? Did I commit some terrible sin in my first year of life?

Last night I dreamt that a baby girl was saved from being buried alive in a forest. It was a huge creature with wings; I think it might have been an angel.

You saw me in your dream? What did I look like?

I didn't see her appearance clearly. Somehow I felt that she was related to me, that she was family.

I'm your sister! Listen to me! I love you!

It seemed that they were flying to the heavens, but I don't actually know where they went.

Don't tell your living siblings about this dream! You shouldn't even tell our parents, maybe Mom but I'm not sure.

I wonder if I should tell my mom about this dream or if it will make her sad.

Dearest brother, I love you so much. You are kind and beloved. Anyone who doesn't see it, in our immediate family or anywhere else, has a blind spot in the heart!

Did they ascend to Heaven? I want to see them there. Why did the dream have to be so short?

Dearest brother, every endeavor has its time.

**

If I am to die before I wake,

Where will my soul the angels take?

Did I fall short, defeated, fail?

Did I let evil prevail?

You are beloved; never despair,

Every time you show you care,

There's something deep inside you share,

Something pure as mountain air,

Ephemeral yet always there.

**

Sorry about the whole "italics" thing. I guess it is up to the writer. And you do have a sense of humor; I was just being annoying.

Now you're making sense!

"Younger" kind of rhymes with "under."

**

I imagined my oldest baby sister writing me a note about what happened trying to comfort me and this is what I wrote:

"When our parents took me to the forest I was saved by three dragons. Yes, their colors were colorful and they had wings and could fly to the stars. Remember me in the forest and in your heart and in your dreams and one day you will see me. I love you my brother."

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First-born, female

Second-born, male

Third-born, female

Fourth-born, male

family

About the Creator

Clemin Thyme

WELCOME

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fiction (The Belfast Bull, Larry's Scandinavian Discovery, Imagine Imagining Dragons)

essays (Williams' Wheelbarrow, None Braver than a Lifesaver)

haikus (Revelation, relaxation, time)

poem (the things wind carried)

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