Once upon a time there was a dragon who lived

  • Once upon a time there was a dragon who lived in a cave. Every so often Sally, who lived up the road, would visit the dragon, telling it all of her secrets. But one day the dragon

  • wasn't in his cave. All Sally could find were the remnants of a fire and a large bowl half-empty containing remnants of porridge. She noticed that the dragon's shoes and umbrella

  • were still there, so maybe the creature was around, too. So, suddenly, she started to pay more attention to her every move - trying to keep the noise level as low as possible.

  • But the ground was sheathed by layers of ice that crackled beneath her feet as she attempted to cross the clearing to reach the house on the other side. As she hesitantly turned he

  • stared into her eyes and said, "Go." She looked back again, but started to walk, away from him, towards her destiny. After a while, she thought to herself,

  • but herself did not like that, no Siree Bob, didn't like that one bit. So herself smacked she right in their own mouth and knocked out a couple of teeth too. She had not expected

  • Herself to be so strong. It must have been Viking bloodlines that produced generations of warriors when the empire was collapsing. Then she read about the hunger games and thought,

  • "Like, wow. Those were the days." But these days being a Viking just meant wearing a hat with horns and drinking grog from an unwashed goblet. And sewing. Lots of sewing. She knew

  • how to knot better than the guys, and how to knot them up with words. She knew how to kill and had plenty of wergeld in reserve. But to give someone the axe these days meant

  • something completely different. Unfortunately, this argument did not fare well in court and she soon found herself convicted of murder and slapped in shackles.



  1. BlastedHeath Dec 07 2019 @ 19:10

    I like how this started off as a dragon version of the Marie Celeste. The shoes and umbrella! Hahaha :-)

  2. LordVacuity Dec 08 2019 @ 09:55

    Were they the kind of shackles that attach to the ankle as well. Otherwise, once you slapped me I could slap you back with the added weight of the shackles behind it. Did you plan on slapping me all along and the shackles were to prevent immediate response? Or it only occurred to you to slap me after I was in shackles? I'm asking for a friend. Anyone will do. Not you Kevin. Anyone else though. Just one. There might be some jello later. But probably not. If a there is jello, it will probably not be green. Also, if that friend shows up and sees that there is very little of the probably not green jello, that friend should turn down an offer to share the aforementioned probably not green jello that might exist or might not exist. That is the kind of friend I was asking for. Thank you Kevin for the GREEN non-Jello brand of gelatin. Still not you, though.

  3. Woab Dec 09 2019 @ 14:24

    chiara93's line was very well done.

  4. FictionNinja Mar 01 2020 @ 21:07

    Nice, I like green jello

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