Months later, I was alone at the hot springs. There wasn't a soul around. Like I said before, my life was always a cacophony of children. Screaming children. Laughing children. Playing children. After all, I have ten children. But the hot springs was as if it were muted. The only sounds I could hear were the rustling of the aspen leaves and my own cadence of breath. The evening was silent and I sat there until sunset. When the sun was just above the mountains, I saw a silhouette move across the sun. It was a dragon. I smiled. The night was silent. Silent.
Okay. Like I said, this is the oddest story in the world, because I made it when I was ten. But, I hope you enjoyed it's strangeness :)
~Th3Blu3Galaxy
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To Steal An Egg
FantasyOkay, so I found this story that I wrote when I was ten and it's actually okay so we're just gonna put it here and hope some people read it. So yeah, don't mind spelling/grammar errors 'cause there will be some... Mary is a full-time mother with...
