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Original Story for Girlfriend's storyThe Dragon Clan - Mini Story Draft
Draft by: Riyuki-Silverfury
The Dragon Clan by: Fluffycawwot
I sat up in bed, bedazzled by how beautiful the day had become. The sun was shining. The air was refreshing against my skin. The dewdrops from the large sunflowers outside of my window glistened as they fell freely from the air. The morning sun along with the perches and the town's subtle voices always woke me up in such a wonderful fashion. It felt like another beautiful day. I entered the next room and saw that no one was around. It was odd because I was always happy to hear my mother's humming as she made breakfast. I looked into my brother's room and saw that he wasn't there either, nor were my parents… I ran to my room and grabbed my axe that was hidden in my closet, not knowing what to expect yet always on guard. As I ran outside, it felt like it was harder and harder to reach the
PipesMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after Pipes because you'll only end up with a Washboard in your Hallux." I never quite understood his advice until one April Fool's Day, I was gardening with my best friend Pat Mae Weiner. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was cheesy and spooky sounds came from deep within. Pat Mae Weiner saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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