His eyes are like a fiery sunset, bright and fierce. The skin around his eyes are crinkled with old age. When he rears up, you can see the flaky scales on his belly. If you get to close, he spreads out his black wings threateningly and rears up to make himself look bigger. When he breathes, black smoke pours out of his black, cave like nostrils. Occasionally, he lets out a deafening roar and sends a fast, burning jet of orange flame darting across the cave towards me. His long midnight blue claws curve over in a perfect arc. They are sharpened to a point. All around me I can see the bones and decomposing remains of unfortunate victims, killed by the sharp claws and the many rows of pearly white teeth. Will I survive until morning? Why hasn't he killed me already? Life with the legendary dragon.
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Weird Stories
RandomThis is a collection of stories and poems I have written when I have been bored. Some can be a bit weird. I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make sense but they are stories and I can make whatever I want to happen happen. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
