"And the hag found her prince, and the prince found his wife. And they lived happily ever after. The end!" Aunt Issana read and closed her story book.
Issana's niece, Dwendelen, yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"Read it again?" she said in almost a whisper.
Issana raised her eyebrows.
"But I've already read five times! Besides, you need your rest."
"I'm not going to bed until Mommy and Daddy come. I miss them." Dwendelen stuck her little thumb in her weird looking mouth, right in the middle of her red lips.
Issana sighed. "Your parents aren't coming. By the time they get off of work they'll be too tired to visit." Issana almost spat.
The room suddenly grew quiet, but then a noise became noticed. It was just now being noticed, but it had been existing for a while now.
CHARK! CHARK! CH-ARK! CHARK! CHARK!
The sound seemed to be coming from a dimly lit corner in the room. The room itself was dimly lit because a power outage was currently going on, but this corner of the room was only lit by a small candle balanced on a dresser.
And from where Issana and Dwendelen were sitting, it seemed like all that the candle was lighting up was just a headful of uncontrollable, black hair.
It was Dwendelen's older brother Twyne.
"Hey, Twyne...what ya over there doing, doll?" Issana asked.
There was no answer. But then the disturbing noise stopped.
For a good five minutes the room stayed stiff and quiet.
But then out of nowhere an unexpected pointy object came hurdling across the room.
Dwendelen and Issana's souls jumped out of place and didn't return until what just happened was recognized.
A pointed stick had stuck right into the wall, next to Issana's shoulder.
Twyne got up and retrieved his stick from out of the wall.
"Good aim,right? I've been sitting in that corner sharpening this stick for a good while."
"TWYNE ARE YOU CRAZY? DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I'LL HURT YOU!"
Twyne laughed and walked quickly yet nonchalantly to the room he'd been sleeping in for the past couple of days.
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Dragons don't BITE they breathe fire
Short StoryTwyne Sanders is a completely misunderstood outsider with only one friend, being the only reason he even bothers with life. When summer rolls around he expects it to be perfect for once. This summer is gonna be different! Well, that's what he think...
