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#youngwritershousehold ** You're red and yellow, Brown and gold, Wings as strong as steel, This description will start to unfold, What may breathe fire, And has razor sharp...
He soars, Through the sky, Oh so high. He plummets, To the earth, Give him a wide berth. His fire, Burns red, He'll sizzle you dead. He wings, So large, Through cities he'll barge.
Chapter 2 This girl didn't have the gift. Well, she didn't think so. But she knew someone who did. "It's defiantly a boy-dragon.
#household Great white sails, Strong timber body, A pirate ship, Not terribly shoddy, Typical pirate lot, "Ah hoy!" They cry, Exploring the seas, Until they run dry, Captain Peg-Leg, Fierce as...
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Aaron had always liked the mountains and he probably never wouldn't. Although he hated the wind. The rain. The horrible weather. The thing he liked about it was the sense of being free. Freedom.
Today it struck me, something so horrible, so stereotypical. As far as I am aware there are no books with dragons starring in them that are set in the present day (I apologise if this is wrong).
The teeth dug tighter. Hiag struggled to breath. Sparks danced around his eyes. The world turned sepia. Blacking out. Suddenly the pressure vanished. The wolves began to edge away.
Great, green leathery wings, Beat, sweep, sing, Deep, throaty, hunting roar, He's opening his maw, Smoke and lava descend, Flames caress the world, Beetles swarm, scurry, Fat, black, ...
My eyebrows raised. Minor wyrms don't have voices. They grunt, they hiss, they even let loose the occasional roar, but they don't speak. Ever. So I let the bow go slack and stepped away.
He stood still, hands tied behind his back and throat dry. He couldn't see anything, even when he opened his eyes. There was nothing more he could do, everything he did wasn't enough.