In
the tranquil suburban public park, amid placid lakeside walks and
carefully tended flowerbeds, the dragon caused a bit of a stir.
I knew this would
happen, the dragon’s human companion
thought with a sigh, as weekend strollers and park-goers began to
gather round, curious and uncertain. She placed a hand in quiet
guidance on the dragon’s scaly neck, as he ambled peacefully enough
beside her. She hoped he would not get nervous, or excited.
She was a short,
slender slip of a girl in her lat

A
young woman named Julia Young was seated at a makeshift lab station
in the basement of a female unisex dorm. The station was little more
than a folding table beneath a fluorescent light, scattered with
assorted multimeters and writing implements. The centerpiece was
something that l looked like a particularly elaborate toaster oven
covered with wires and sporting a robotic pincher on the inside.
Behind the thick glass viewing window of the device was a strawberry,
and laid out in front of the

Mirabet,
Sylabeth and the Gold
By
Strega
Mirabet was a
hundred years older than he was, and larger, and a different color,
but the Gold did not care. He had first met her five years before,
scenting the unmistakable trace of a dragoness when flying by her
mountain aerie. Upon discovering a Silver dragoness much his
superior in age, size and power he greeted her very respectfully and
went on his way.
Dragons are
not plentiful beasts, particularly the greater metallics like the
Silver and Gold,

The
Food Chain
The
Final Memoirs of the dragoness, Erinystial
("Written"
by Random Dragon)
The
writings that follow were found in an ancient, leather-bound book.
It
is slightly oversized, and the manner of inscribing seems archaic.
Although
no dates are given, it is assumed this is a relic from over a
thousand
years ago. After being studied and declassified, we now
present
these writings to the public, in their entirety.
I
doubt very much that this will ever find its way into an

It
was a warm day in the forest, the sun shining bright on the narrow,
delicate leaves of a peach tree. A small cluster of leaves had been
carefully arranged in the crook of the two main branches. To most,
the collection of leaves would have appeared to be just a haphazard
arrangement, but to a trained eye its true nature was clear. It was a
home, a simple tent of sorts built to keep the worst of the elements
from a single, sleepy resident who had called the tree home for
years. With a yawn and

Naga
Adventures! Chapter 01: ”Beach Lunch” (Old
Version)
Shinku
woke up early to go swimming in the sea. She had removed her clothes
and only her bikini remained.
Shinku
left the inn running, as she was really excited, and soon reached the
shore. However, the water was still too cold to take a bath, so the
girl decided to walk along the shore and explore the beach.
She
followed a path that led her to a cove. Shinku went near the rocks
and sat down on one of them to rest. Her legs were really

The eye of the storm, it was a term
the fishermen spoke with fear. To them, it meant two things, both
equally frightening. Normally they spoke of the true storms that
swept across the water during their season, but it was also a term
they used for something that terrified them equally, but was far more
lethal than even those storms. To be caught, in the eye of the storm,
also meant to have one’s boat trapped, in the swirling waters
brought about when a sea dragon circled them, hunting, either

A high screeching noise tore Hiccup out of his
wing-beat induced trance.
He couldn’t remember when he and Toothless
had first taken flight-- it seemed like it was hours, maybe days ago.
All he knew was that he’d been staring at bobbing, monotonous sea
below, squinting for poking rocks or landmarks so intensely, for so
long, that his vision was full of waves even after he focused back on
the sky between the auricles of his flying companion. He blinked,
frowning.
That screeching noise again

Chance Encounter


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I glance down at my watch as I walk along the nearly deserted sidewalk, groaning at it, wishing the stupid thing was broken and it wasn't this late already. But the position of the setting sun seemed to confirm it. With a heavy sigh I trudge back towards my home, wanting nothing more than to just get back and pass out for a while.


I pick at my black t-shirt a little, feeling it start to stick to me a bit thanks to this humidity, my bei

Renamon's Appetite


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Renamon was exploring the city after nightfall, bounding from rooftop to rooftop, searching for a way to relieve herself of this nauseating feeling. After that horrendously embarrassing defeat at the hand of Gulimon, a veritable child of a digimon, she needed to get put some distance between her and Rika, lest she displaces her ange