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Part 65 The scene around me began to change and there was now snow soaking my shirt and torturing my raw, exposed skin with painful icy darts. I was trying to not shake but my skin was freezing.
Entrance to the deathly maze, A gate of bronze and steel, Delirious, hysteric craze, Of which the mind can't heal.
Giant orange spires rise and coil from their emerald bases far below. Their surfaces glint; shattering the sunlight in a million pieces.
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I'm writing a book about a team that has adventures and fights with magic. It also has werewolves and vampires and so on and an Evil team that tries to stop them. The good team lives in the...
#dragons Where the rosethorn blood-beads draw, There remains his whittled claw. In the forest's ferny green There his hide hides inbetween. The many oysters of the sea - Here his pearly scales be.
One dragon, Two dragons, Three dragons, Four, Fighting, playing, with wing, tooth and claw. Five dragons, Six dragons, Seven dragons Eight, Some full of love, and some full of hate.
A young dragon called Sapphire Rose, Never fell for charms or rhyming pose, She guarded her princess' castle, While her sweet sapphire scales dazzle, A prince dragon from far away, Heard of her...
Take him home to fuel your fire, Train him to be your hair dryer, Grab things from high shelves, Let him hunt those pesky elves, Carry home your shopping, Stop local dogs poop-ping, He'll even dry...
Green and curled around a flower bud, Or a flame-lover, red like blood, Hiding in all spaces unknown, You better believe you're not alone, A sugar-addict hidden in the jar, Growing spikes and...
Fairytales Wishing wells Pots of gold Never sold. White witches Seethed twitches In the dark wood Where 100 men stood. Whispers of magic Ended so tragic From the rolling hills To sunset mills.
I am a high flying dragon A terrible fearsome beast I rear my head and spew my flames I watch the humans tremble What this that approaches, Over yonder hill, A man in armor, ever bright Sent to end...
Her lips are pale as distant stars, Her hair a pale green, Her eyes a crystal violet shade, The first I've ever seen.
A ring of foxgloves on the ground, A sharp and light musical sound. Echoing laughter, enticing noise, Elegant bodies, erect with poise.
Small green eyes narrowed to examine the heavy clouds above. The broad, muscular man stood in the shadows of the trees, peering out into a small clearing where only grass and bluebells grew.
#youngwritershousehold- hope this isn't too late. Fiery, red scales, Cold heart, A billow of smoke, Teeth inches apart. Scorching fire, Crooked teeth, Fierce eyes, Strong bones beneath.
#youngwritershousehold Breath your fire, Burning bright. Spread over houses, Orange in the night. Scarlett scales, Rough from being touched. In its dark talons, A prey is clutched.
#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...
Swooping through the empty night, Sole survivor, Fate decider. Winning even without a fight, He's the strongest, Lasts for longest. Flying away from morning light, Cave dweller, No-tale teller.
Rip. Growl. Flesh torn, blood seeps. A flicker of light dances in it's eye.... Swipe. Smash. Sinew and muscle twists. The beast with fire and wings to fly. Emerald, Gold, And Blue of sapphire sky.
The mist covered the inky black water. Smoky fingers clung to the strong wooden hull. Sailors searched the night trying in vain to find land.
@naaviie. Cold eyes blazing, onyx black,. Golden scales line the back,. Sarcasm drips from the tongue,. Scarlet flames dance in the lung,. Gemstone talon, sharp as knife,.
I've got a challenge for you. I love writing paranormal, but I love reading it more.
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.