I used to fly on wings so light they billowed in the air. I used to have a fiery breath that would make everyone I knew run scared. My eyes glowed amber by night, sea green by day and hot red when I grew mad. But now. . . I am none of that.
Now I am as cold as stone. I cannot move to scratch an itch, or fill my wings with air. I cannot breath fire, blink my eyes, growl, stretch my claws or glare.
I cannot move, and probably never will again. This is the fate of a rampaging dragon, who fights for his own lair. This is the fate of a dragon who dared to take on a dreadful wizard. A wizard with a magic wand that's immune to fiery breath. A wizard who wanted what was mine and took it. The horror.
And now I watch with unblinking eyes as he swims in all my gold. I'm Plotting. Planning and waiting for the day I might unfreeze. And if I ever do. I'll get rid of the likes of him.
By: Cassie M Shiels
I lost my favoritest thing. A sparkly, beautiful thing. I can't go outside my room without it. I'm a mess. I've looked in my closet, my dresser and under my bed. It's gone. Probably stolen or put in time out.
Thats it! Mom must have taken it and hidden it from me.
"Crowns are only for Princesses who take care of them properly," she said only yesterday when she found my gold crown outside next to my tea party.
I pace my room. This is a disaster. How am I to prove I can take care of my crown and do what what I am told, when I don’t have a crown at all.
Worse of the worst, a Princess cannot be seen without her crown! “I’m stuck in my room!”
I grab my stuffed elephant and hug him tight, but my eye is level with his stuffed fabric crown. It’s all gold and shiny and perfect.
“AH! I know just the thing!” I jump and swing my elephant around the room. “If my crown is in timeout, then I will make one instead!”
With paper, tape, glue and gems from an old neckless I craft the cutesiest crown around and then pin it to my head. “I will prove I deserve a crown with this,” I shout as I stroll confidently out of my room.
I did not notice the wet glue slowly mixing in with my hair.
By Cassie M Shiels
Where I share my Microfiction. aka Really really short stories
I just wanted a way to practice and share my writing in a super fun but short way.