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
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. Yes they will often become narrative poetry but that is. only because I like rhythm and rhyme.