Humor
Kaspian’s Dilemma
Kaspian snorted derisively, tendrils of smoke escaping from his enormous nostrils. He simply couldn’t accept this was happening again so soon. It had only been a week since the last infestation had been cleared out and here was the start of another one! These pestilential creatures kept wandering into his forest and he was NOT having it! Didn’t they understand that this territory was strictly off limits to non-dragonian kind? Perhaps he should post a sign?
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
The Stuff of Legend
When the dragons first arrived, one of the most pressing issues was that of nomenclature. No human could pronounce any dragon’s name. Most dragons could, of course, pronounce most human names. There were bar fights, hostilities, and an all-around unpleasant time. Eventually, they came to an agreement. The humans would be allowed to give the dragons nicknames in human languages as long as the nicknames were reverent descriptors of how awe-inspiring and mighty the dragons were.
By Cassian Grove3 years ago in Fiction
Dubious
The dragon plodded along slowly through the forest. It was a quiet morning, which wasn’t entirely abnormal. Not many creatures liked to hang around a dragon, even one as old as himself. He was hardly a danger to anyone though. His wings were shriveled and useless, he hadn’t breathed fire in ages, couldn’t see far away, and his hearing was spotty. If it wasn’t for his sharp sense of smell he might have just given up. He survived almost exclusively on defenseless sheep that wandered too close to his den(if he could catch them.) It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.
By C.K. Kesterson3 years ago in Fiction
The Marvelous Rendell and Bob
Rendell was an enormous maroon colored talking dragon with blue, red and yellow spotted eyes and enormous jagged green and red colored scales. Rendell lived deep within a cave with many tunnels and a small stream running down the center of its largest stony path. This not only gave the cave its wonderful petrichor smell, but the water pooled up at the end of the corridor making a convenient bath. The pooled water was usually warm from natural steam vents beneath, but sometimes rose to boiling temperatures. The steam caused water to bead up and eventually grow stalactites and stalagmites. The cave’s complicated burrows were an unsolvable maze to humans, keeping Rendell safe. Rendell had been living there long enough to know where every passageway led.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction









