Shorty Stories!

Shorty #8: Mince (An older story I wrote--Occurring Story)

I had this story on my flash drive, and it's kinda old, but I might pick it back up as an occurring story. Enjoy

The snow underneath her feet crunched as she ran through it. Her paws aching and her breathing hardening.

“You’ll never escape!” said a large woolly mammoth charging towards her. “Turn yourself in!” The smaller she-dragon was cornered against the wall of the world’s toughest maximum security prison. People say she was framed. Others say she did it.

“Why would you run away? You know you will only be in much MORE trouble.” The burly creature rumbled. The small dragon whimpered and whinnied.

“I’m sorry, but it’s time for your trial.” He picked her up with his tusks and carried her to the guillotine that screeched her name.

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For years now, Mince has always been…different.

Sometimes, she would randomly shout things out in the middle of a huge test. Or she would purposely stair at some one. It seemed that the only things she was good at was being clever and drawing. When her teal scales shimmered, it meant she was up to something devious. Once, when her scales shimmered, the special speaker fainted. Then Mince looked around the room, slid out of her seat and placed a crayfish on the fainted speaker.

As weird as it sounded, it got him better. When she got out of school, she slipped to the back of the school. One day, as she slipped out back, a snooping classmember followed her. Mince quickly heard clumsy footsteps and attacked the innocent student. He was fine if you thought he died.

Mince might be sneaky and sly as a fox, but she is also thoughtful. Another story was when a classmember broke his ankle; she got him the most beautiful flowers to cheer him up.

Her friend trotted up to her. “HHHEEEEYYYYY!!!!! Wanna go to my den and hhhhaaaannnnggg????!!!!!”She said bouncing up and down.

“Hmm.” Mince though cleverly, “Why not. I wouldn’t mind a little claw polish.”

“Yea!!!!!”

Mince couldn’t also help but notice that her friend was not as smart as she was. Her neighborhood was not the nicest and her neighbors have weird people over and crazy house parties. Honestly, Mince did not want to go. But then again, there was that really cute boy who lived in the house across the street.

After careful packing, Mince threw her pack of things over her shoulder and flew quickly to her friend’s house. When Mince arrived at the entrance to the neighborhood, big, HUGE armour dragons surrounded the premises.

“Excuse me officer,” Mince said coolly, “why are you here around this neighborhood?”

“Because,” the creature boomed, “there has been a shoot out with a drug dealer in that house.” He pointed a meaty finger at a beat up house with blown windows.

“Oh…” Mince said running her claws through her feathers on her head. “May I, go in?” she said deviously ruffling her feathers.

“Uh… I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” He said sweating profusely. This was one of Mice’s most famous moves, the stare. Mince angled her gaze into the officer’s eyes and said, “Let me in. And you will get all the gold you could ever want.” The officer gave in and let her in.

“Humph. Buttcake.” Mince trotted into the neighborhood.

        “DUDE! Never go on SmartGuy!!!! I heard that it’s a hacking website. When you’re talking to SmartGuy, the hackers on the other line go through your personal files.” The purple dragon brushed her braided mane, and nodded her head. “AND, I also heard that if you ask him if he liked someone, ONLINE, he’d hang up on you.” Her claws on the tiny brush gently glided over Mince’s fingers.

“Oh. Well I’ve been on there once and nothing happened to me. All I had was a simple conversation. You know… ‘Hi!’…’Hello’…..’How’s your day?’ kind of thing.” Mince replied.

A gentle knock came from the door. “Sauna? What is it?” Mince asked turning and rising from her sitting position.

Sauna opened the door to a tall, black dragon with a small curled beaker in his left hand. His eyes smoothly wiped over the messy pink room and landed on Mince.

“Uhhhh…..” Mince stared at him. His eyes gently swooped back over the room and back to Sauna.

“Yeah, I need to barrow a beaker of flour…please.” His gaze returned to Mince and stayed on her. His deep purple eyes seemed like it said everything he felt to Mince; yet it seemed like they held many secrets.

        “Oh yeah, SURE! I’ll be right back!” Sauna quickly ran to a door in the back of the room; Mince expected that to be a hallway to the kitchen.

The dragon’s unusually long legs, teeth, and claws seemed mysterious.

“So.” He smoothly said, “Do you live here…with Sauna?” He gracefully strode into the room making her uncomfortable as he walked around her then faced her.

“Um… I’m Mincer… but you can call me Mince.” Mince was finally going face-to-face with her crush!

“Well nice meet you too. I’m Eryx.” His graceful hand extended towards Mince, and she shook it.

“I’m sorry to be so rude but…you never answered my question… do you live here with Sauna?” Eryx smoothly asked again.

“Oh NO! I’m just here to chill…lax…TO CHILLAX! HERE HAVE A SEAT! I’M SORRY THAT THE CHAIR HAS GLITTER ON IT BUT SIT ANYWAYS!!!!” Mince nervously swiped a glittery chair from a messy table.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I’m only here for the flour.” Eryx gave Mincer a soft smile.

“I’M BACK!!! WITH SUM FLOWAH!!!!!!” Sauna burst through the wide open door with a trail of flour to accompany it. “I HOPE YOU LOVE BIRDS WEREN’T KISSIN’ IN HERE! ‘CAUSE THAT’S NNNNAAAAAASSSSSTTTY!!!!!!!!!!” Sauna objected.

“Of course not! Heavens no! We’ve just met Sauna! I think I’ll take my flour now, thank you.” Eryx swiftly grabbed his curled beaker of flour from Sauna and vanished. Tiny blue-ish sparks floated in the empty space where Eryx was standing. He reappeared at the door with the same blue sparks. He turned to Mincer and walked quickly across the street and vanished again.

“WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” Mince shouted at Sauna. “You scared him off! He’s a pretty cool dude and you SCARE HIM OFF?! WHAT KIND OF A DIMWIT DOES THAT?! I’M OUTTAH HERE!” Mincer took her pack of clothes and other things and stormed out of the room and out of the house.

Quickly walking down the strip of downtown Goufton, Mince cried silently to herself. Walking past strange and unfamiliar faces, she kept her head down and walked into a restaurant.

        As soon as she looked up from sobbing, she met dark purple eyes. It was Eryx. Mince’s cheeks flushed dark pink and rose and against her teal scales.

“Hey, Mincer. If you’re hungry you can sit here with me.” Eryx patted the chair next to him; it was empty. Mincer climbed into the chair which sat her in the bar of the restaurant. She sat with her hands in her lap, her thoughts racing, her foot tapping, and her cheeks still rose-pink.

“So…do you come here all the time?” Eryx’s soft gaze loosened Mincer’s anxiety.

“Uh, no… I was just looking for the bathroom-“

“Oh, it’s over there. In the back.” Eryx pointed a long claw toward where it said “BATHROOMS” in large letters.