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The Ten Year Old DragonKanta was a little boy whose birthday was tomorrow. He was really excited. All his friends and family would be there. And of course, he'd get to eat his favorite sweets.
"Kanta, honey?" His mom called.
"Hi, mom." Kanta greeted.
"Tomorrow's your birthday. I bet your excited, huh?"
"Yeah! It's gonna be fun!" The little guy said happily.
"Yeah. You're gonna be a big boy. And big boys get to stay home alone."
"You mean..." Kanta said with his eyes lit up.
"That's right. Tonight you get to stay home while I go to the store." Not telling him which store.
"Alright! This is going to be great!" Kanta shouted with glee.
"Good night, Kanta."
"Good night, mommy."
Unfortunately for Kanta, he slept all while he was alone.
The next morning, Kanta felt sick. His insides hurt and his stomach felt like it was on fire.
"Happy birthday, Kanta!" his friends and family shouted.
Kanta felt like he was going to throw up and he did. Right in front of them.
"Kanta, are you alright?" His mom asked, placing a han
Dragon Hat 2The young, teenaged girl sat in her room. She browsed through her photo album, looking at all her pictures from last years Comic Con. There was an estimate twenty photos at the very least. As she flipped to the last page, the final picture really caught her eye. With her right index finger, she carefully removed the picture from the album, bringing it closer to her as she continued to look at it, almost entranced by it.
It was a picture of a small dragon. This dragon was dressed up like a young boy. It wore a red hat that barely covered its head, the little dragons horns holding its hat in place. Its shirt looked like it would rip apart any moment from the creatures body mass. No pants were present on the small dragon. The dragons older brother was present in the picture as he helped his little brother stand on two legs, like a human. The little dragon flashed a toothy, draconic smile. An innocent yet impish smile by comparison. It was the kind of smile that cou
The OrphansIn the small town of Devonsville, lived a group of orphans. The age range between the orphans varied. The youngest was four while the oldest was twelve. The tragic thing was that they were all very young kids. Many of which never even knew their parents' faces. Each orphan had a different story to tell. Many came from different walks of life but eventually, ended up together. SOme orphans lost their parents in an accident. Some were given up. Some were even abandoned, like the leader of the orphans, Jack.
Jack was twelve years old. And because he was the oldest, he was their unoffical leader. He was in charge of all the other orphans and was to make sure they were taken care of and treated properly by the others.
A kind of code among the orphans was that when one of them leaves, the oldest after the previous leader shall take over and protect and take care of the others. In this case, it was Jack who was to be named the next leader. Ironically, the previous leader was actually the one
The Birthday DragonJohnny's birthday was coming soon. In fact, literally soon! In less than two days, Johnny would be turning 17. Despite that he was getting older, he didn't feel any older.
Friday was finally over. After finishing up his homework, Johnny went to bed. It was already 12:05 AM. He hadn't pulled an allnighter in a long time. The birthday boy lay on his bed and quickly fell asleep.
The next day, Johnny's brother, Carlos screamed at him to get up. Johnny drearily got out of bed, still half-asleep. Carlos never wakes up this early, nonetheless earlier than Johnny himself.
"What up?" Johnny asked. His parents as well as his 20 year old brother and 13 year old brother were all up already.
"Well son." His dad began. "We all wanted to give you an early birthday present."
Johnny's mom went to the living room and got his gift. When she returned, she was holding a vial. Within the contents of the vile was a potion.
"Mom? What's that?" Johnny asked, unenthused by his strange gift.
"It's a potion that
Birthday Gift for LeontalonThis is the story of Leon. Leon was once a normal fourteen year old boy. But something on his fifteenth birthday changed that. Read through and see for yourself.
It was 9:30 by the time Leon woke up. He stretched a little and rubbed his eyes. He got out of bed and exited his room as he made his way to the bathroom. After cleaning up and finishing his business, he went downstairs.
Leon knew that, if this day were like any of his other birthdays, then as soon as he walked into the kitchen, his family would be shouting HAPPY BIRTHDAY right in his face as soon as he walked in. The rooms would be covered in party decorations and of course, he'd have at least ten birthday presents(Two from each of his family members with an additional two).
Leon braced himself and walked into the kitchen.
"Morning, everyone!" Leon greeted.
"There's the birthday boy!" Leon's mom exclaimed as she walked over to her son and gave him a big hug.
Leon didn't understand. Where were the birthday shouts? Where were t
The Unknown The Unknown
Talia walked down the hallway towards her lab, it had been a few days since she and Larien had been assigned to different projects. She did miss working with her mate but managed, besides Larien had to prepare for that visit in a few days time. That was a rather sore subject for her, she didnt think it was a wise idea to bring anyone from the outside here, let alone a party of school children! Still it had been the managements decision and she had to live with it.
So there she was walking down to her lab and forcing herself to think of what this new chemical she would be working on was. She hoped it was something unusual, that would take her mind off of the politics of ARC.
She walked in through one door int
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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