The Storm

The storm lit up the clouds. The dark blue sky turned into a musky light gray. Light strikes reached from the left to the right like tree branches. But then another strike would grow out smaller, barely reaching out, after that big moment. That last strike is me.

Run dragon

The dragon flapped its heavy wings on top of the tower. Everything – leaves, bushes, flowers – bent down to its power. It let out a hurtling cry, alerting everyone in the country of its presence. I crouched behind a tree, making sure my ear muffs stayed on tight. I didn’t want to lose my … Continue reading Run dragon