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This thread is for writing stories, as long as they're appropriate. Let the yarn-telling begin!

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Fly

It's funny how they think of me. I'm a dragon, just like everyone else, but still, they lock me up. Sure, my scales are a different color, but it doesn't matter. Does it?

*Click*

A guard walks in, his body covered by metal plates, with only his wings remaining unprotected. He drops a platter down in front of me, and scrambles to the door. Idiots. I think, watching the guard leave. Scared of a little genetic mutation.

I look down at the metal tray, and to my disgust, I see some bread and a hunk of maggot-ridden meat. I pick up the bread, and rip a bite off. Chewing it thoughtfully, I realize the guard didn't even stop to have some small talk with me.

That's unusual... I think, furrowing my brow. Maybe he's new. Another voice suggested in my head.

I ignore the gaurd's strange behavior and finish off the bread. It tasted like dust, but what can you do? I then pick up the meat, pluck the maggots off, and swallow it whole.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps...

to be continued... 

submitted by The Artist, The Art Studio
(September 29, 2016 - 4:27 pm)

back to the Inkwell

~Breeze

I slip through the door. Holding my breath, I listen. Nothing. I exhale a sigh of relief. Sure, I'm an artic dragon. But that doesn't mean that the gaurds can start shouting insults and chasing me. What can I do but run? I can't stay there! They would burn my scales off. I look around the passage. Dad wouldn't aprove of me, an 11 year flightling, to be here. But I'm curious. What's in here?

submitted by UNSUSPCTINGSTRYTLLR
(September 30, 2016 - 7:59 am)

To be continued?!? To be continued?!? I want to know what happens next! Who is this strange dragon! Keep on writing.

Keep Calm

and

Write On 

Nice quote, Jolie.

Thanks. 

Cappy says cabg, like cabage. I really do not know Cappy, so I have no idea what this means. Cappy's a good boy, but he is reallt just a random thing I use for the CAPTCHA. 

submitted by Moonlight, age 11, Ellesmera
(September 30, 2016 - 8:05 am)

Fly, Part 2

The small, barred window high above my head is suddenly melted by a long blast of fire. Strange... I think, puzzled. Whenever I tried to melt my chains or the bars, they would just get a little blackened, so whoever is melting the metal must be using some sort of magic.

All of a sudden, a petite dracling jumps through the window. She melts my chains. "Come with me." she orders with a voice of music and steel. It surprises me. For such a young dragon, her voice is deep. Then again, you wouldn't expect much less from a magical dracling. 

I follow her in a daze, and as I squeeze through the opening, the bright sunlight hurts my eyes. I shut them almost immediately, but the dracling says, "Open your eyes. We're flying out of here." "Flying?!?" I squeak, staring down at the ground below. Wow, that's a huge drop.

The dracling takes my hand and spreads her tiny wings. When she turns her head to look at me, she laughs. "You need to open your wings to fly, silly." I unfold my wings slowly.

to be continued... 

submitted by The Artist, The Art Studio
(October 1, 2016 - 12:41 pm)

Enchanter-

I am one of the last of my kind.

As a sorcerer dragon, I can breathe both the strongest of flame and the coldest of ice; they do not hint to block the pain of having no one like me.

Why am I rescuing this poor soul?

My master told me to. 

 

submitted by Brookeira
(October 2, 2016 - 7:53 am)

@Everyone~ Um... This isn't an RP. Just a story thread. Please write your own stories.

submitted by The Artist,@Everyone, The Art Studio
(October 3, 2016 - 7:03 am)

Sure thing boss! You know I think,-LGSkuhg SILENT! Sorry my captcha chiken is wjKJHV RUNNING ALL OVER THE AHGFjhgfkk opps sorry she turned on KHAKVH CAPS akjsalsjv you get the idea jqkajshvlskjabnanviajsv SILENT STOP IT!!!! skdgakqauehgvkaushgfkashfkjsHBCkjZbckjZNBCkjnZbcxkhsdckHyhsgkusyhguayhgckuhyagbfckuyjhgbAUcjyfaufyuyafgauyfgauhgfuahgfjhGFjhGJHVJHVZkxcvzkjsgfOUAYFG SORRY!

submitted by UNSUSPCTINGSTRYTLLR
(October 4, 2016 - 8:25 am)

I've seen these before, but they always seem to die before I can post on them. . .

Riptide~

She stood on the pier, facing the ocean, her back turned to the quaint beachside cottage behind her. In the distance, she was sure that she could see her best friend, laughing with the other girls. She knew that she should join them, that she should go inside and change into her bathing suit, that she should run down to the beach, and laugh, and swim, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

The water was her enemy, the sea her greatest fear. After a near surfing accident when she was seven, she had sworn to never touch a body of water again. And here she was, on the New Hampshire coast, at her best friend’s vacation home, trying to enjoy the last week of summer before high school.

She should have told them, told them all about the accident, and her paranoia, but she didn’t want to tell them. She didn’t trust them, but they were Sophie’s friends, and she had promised herself that she would be nice.  

submitted by September
(October 5, 2016 - 1:06 am)
submitted by TOP!
(October 5, 2016 - 9:46 pm)