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I sit in my cave counting gold. I do it as slowly as a I can. First, I grab a small handful in my left claw and then I push each coin out as I count it. The ringing noise helps me keep track of each piece. "One" Ping! "Two" Ping! "Three" Ping!
This helps me pass the time in my cave and it makes me happy. Happy that I have so much gold, and much more determined to keep it. Can't have those ugly humans stealing what's rightfully mine. While I'm counting my gold. I'm also laying on my stomach to keep my belly cool. When you've got hot flames inside yourself, you need to keep it cool. Makes you less likely to let it out, and I want to reserve mine for intruders. Sometimes just getting a look at my face is all it takes, though. My face looks like a cross between an eagle's and an alligator's, attached to a snake's neck with a fat lizard's body. I'm completely covered in scales, red above and yellow below. My red claws curve like a hawk's and are sharper than a hundred spears. My crocodile-like eyes have grey pupils. The thing that scares most humans, though, is my teeth: Long, large, curved and black. Yes, black. It's not like I can find a decent toothbrush. In fact, it those teeth that gave me my name, 'Black Tooth'; the dragon that killed a thousand knights and guards a king's ransom.
I've just gotten to coin 999 when I hear a noise! I drop my handful and raise my head. The noise repeats itself. I hiss slowly. I hear the noise a third time and open my mouth. Deep breath, getting ready to unleash my fire and then...
"Kevin! What are you doing in the dog house? Come out!" I drag myself out sheepishly. "Mister, you better march yourself inside right now!""O-okay Mom." She sighs, frustrated. "I just got you those clothes yesterday and you go and..." I'm inside before she finishes. Looks like another bath night. It's not easy being an eight year old dragon.
This helps me pass the time in my cave and it makes me happy. Happy that I have so much gold, and much more determined to keep it. Can't have those ugly humans stealing what's rightfully mine. While I'm counting my gold. I'm also laying on my stomach to keep my belly cool. When you've got hot flames inside yourself, you need to keep it cool. Makes you less likely to let it out, and I want to reserve mine for intruders. Sometimes just getting a look at my face is all it takes, though. My face looks like a cross between an eagle's and an alligator's, attached to a snake's neck with a fat lizard's body. I'm completely covered in scales, red above and yellow below. My red claws curve like a hawk's and are sharper than a hundred spears. My crocodile-like eyes have grey pupils. The thing that scares most humans, though, is my teeth: Long, large, curved and black. Yes, black. It's not like I can find a decent toothbrush. In fact, it those teeth that gave me my name, 'Black Tooth'; the dragon that killed a thousand knights and guards a king's ransom.
I've just gotten to coin 999 when I hear a noise! I drop my handful and raise my head. The noise repeats itself. I hiss slowly. I hear the noise a third time and open my mouth. Deep breath, getting ready to unleash my fire and then...
"Kevin! What are you doing in the dog house? Come out!" I drag myself out sheepishly. "Mister, you better march yourself inside right now!""O-okay Mom." She sighs, frustrated. "I just got you those clothes yesterday and you go and..." I'm inside before she finishes. Looks like another bath night. It's not easy being an eight year old dragon.
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Something Not So Funny
Lately here on deviantART, I've been seeing something that is becoming a lot more common as the years go by.
To many, it seems extremely unimportant while to others, it could possibly mean the difference between continuing to enhance their skills or quit art all together.
"Stealing" is a word that is often thrown around a lot to the people who do this. These users, who have likely not read and fully understood deviantART's terms of agreement, take other users' artwork and post them on their own accounts or steal their character designs. It takes the fun out of making the stuff that we do and makes us, as artists, feel extremely... well, use
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Fifty Word Fiction - Memories
There is no sound but the old trees rattling their frozen bones beneath a mercurial silver winter sky. Again I watch the earth pass below my feet and plead with the dead heavens for renewal, but none ever seems to come. Will this be the year I breathe once more?
Literature
Dear person reading this
Dear person reading this,
You deserve a full life of happiness
You deserve to be surrounded by people
who love and treasure you
People who genuinely care for you
Some days will drag you down
but you deserve to be content
No matter what happened
No matter what others tell you
You are not your past
Your flaws do not define you
Live to express
not to impress
Just live
Go for it.
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Story I wrote for my College's 2010 Soliloquy.
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