Memories with mom

This first memory was when my siblings and I still ran a paper route. I remember rounding a corner for our next delivery and seeing a coyote standing across the street, my brother and I were too afraid to get of the car to make the delivery and we begged mom to just skip the house come back some other time, when the large animal wasn't so close. Instead of letting us give into our fears mom parked the car and grabbed a paper, it was a Monday so the paper was ridiculously light weight, practically impossible to throw and have it land where we wanted it to. I remember panicking when mom opened the driver’s door and left to deliver the paper. Hands down it was the most terrifying two minutes of my life, just waiting for the coyote to attack. It didn't. In fact, I don't think it ever realized we were across the street. We finished the route that day and went to sleep but I have never forgotten what my mom might have risked for me and my brother.

Another time on the paper route we were nearing the end of our deliveries and mom was anxious to get some sleep. Waking up at 4 in the morning did that to people. I was just finishing a couple houses when I saw a cat, being the animal lover that I am I went over to pet it. BIG MISTAKE. Not in the way you are probably thinking, there are many stray cats in my area and I have been able to pet, play, and cuddle with most of them. The cat loved me, loved me enough to follow me back to the car. No matter what I did that cat wouldn't leave me alone and I couldn't get in the car because we might run over it if we weren't careful. I had to trick it into thinking I was going into the house before I sprinted away. Unfortunately my mom had to move on without me, it was dark out, cold, and really spooky. I was crying when I finally caught up to the car that was a street away, but we finished the route and went back to sleep. Later that day I was surprised by my mom who bought a pink bear with a heart that said "I love you" as an apology for leaving me behind. I still have the bear and it is one of my favorite gifts that I have ever gotten.

My mom and I are a little Kooky, we like to hug, cuddle, sing and scream with each other. We have a special bond when ever we scream "I LOVE YOU" to each other and absolutely no filter to when we should do it in front of other people. All of my friend have been slightly deafened by our screaming out love to each other. I remember one time we were talking about why we scream it out instead of just saying it, you know, like a normal mother and daughter. We both felt like the words were building up inside us and we just have to let it out as loudly as we possibly could. I LOVE YOU MAMA!!!!

DP Part 3

It didn’t take long for Danny to hear his class shuffling behind him, apparently they wanted to get home more than they wanted to support Dash who, by the sound of heavy footfalls, was at the back of the pack. They were quickly running out of land on their little floating island and when they came to the edge the class started murmuring again.

“how are we-“

“there isn’t any land”

“are we stuck-“

“I knew following Fenton was a bad idea”

                Danny just ignored them and went to step off the edge, screams were heard behind him until his class mates notice that he was floating in mid-air.

“how?”

Danny smirked enjoying the bewildered expressions on his classmate’s faces. “Ghost zone rule number one, in here, humans are the ghost but everyone can fly.” Danny demonstrated this by making slow loops out in the open space of the ghost zone. Sam and Tucker joining him with little effort on their part. Some of his classmates started forward, excitement on their faces at the prospect of flying.

“wait!” Danny said everyone froze.

“everyone may be able to fly but you need to know how or you will plummet to the lowest reaches of the ghost zone before you can even blink, and trust me the ghosts that attack our town are nothing compared to the ghost down there.”

                Danny may have been telling a little lie, sure the ghosts down there were gruesome to look at but they were actually nice ghosts and wanted to be left alone, more than they wanted to attack anything. They still would if they were disturbed but otherwise they stayed out of each other’s way.

                “how are we supposed to fly, Danny?” a small girl, Megan, asked. She looked shy but the shyness was overcome with the excitement on her face at the prospect of flying without a machine. Danny smiled, she was a nice girl that loved to bake and would often pass around her confection to everyone, including the ‘losers’ and the ‘outcasts’.

“Megan, have you ever seen Peter Pan?”

She nodded excitedly beaming up at his still floating form.

“well instead to thinking happy thoughts, you need to think about your desire to fly, imagine the wind rushing through your hair and pushing you forward. Imagine that you are not bound by gravity and can soar where ever you want to.”

Danny could see Megan and a few others concentrate hard on the thought of flight and smiled in satisfaction when Veronica, Kailey, and Paulina started floating. When the boys saw that it worked and that Fenton was telling the truth slowly everyone started concentrating and one by one they all started to float lightly about the ground. Mikey was the last one in the air but it only took the class about twenty minutes to start to float. 

“Good! Now come out here” Danny said gesturing to the void of nothingness under his feet. Most of the class immediately fell back to the ground as their doubts consumed them, no way could they actually fly. Surprisingly it was Lester who first got up the courage and started floating out to Danny, when he finally arrived he clung to Danny like a life line but laughed joyously at the thrill of flight.

                Finally after much prodding and more proof that they could, in fact, fly the entire class was floating in a group around Danny. Dash, not wanting his authority challenged since he was the last one up started yelling at Danny.

“now what, Fenton?”

“now we fly, follow me” Danny slowly took off toward the river. He, Sam and Tucker could all fly well over 80mph in the ghost zone but they would have to take it slow if they wanted their classmates to keep up.

                When they finally made it to the River Acheron the class was stupefied at both the length of the river as well as the size. Most rivers in the human world were long and peaceful. Acheron was a surging horizontal waterfall, more water than they had ever seen before was being stirred up into white foam in front of them.

“how are we going to get across that!” Kwan asked, he had been quiet the whole time but now he looked like he was going to cry.

“anyone got a nickel?” Danny asked, the class turned to glare at him only for Sam to dig around the pocket of her skirt and hand him one.

“Here Danny, just call Cheron and get this over with.”

                Danny turned back to the surging river and tossed the coin into its depths. “Cheron, we ask thee for your service, please bestow us mere mortals with your presence” no sooner than he said that did a dark chuckle sound over the sound of the river.

“Now Danny, you know as well as I do that a mere mortal is what you’re not.” A small row boat pulled up to the side of the river bank (if you could call empty space a bank) a skeleton figure in a dark cloak sat in the boat with oars in his hands, the boat tilted dangerously to the side as he stood up to greet the new students, he slowly bowed low to the class.

“how may I be of service, my dear friends?”

Danny floated forward “Cheron we would like to ask for passage across the river.”

“Granted young Fenton, as long as you have proper payment.”

“I only have 3 golden sheckles.”

“Then only 3 may pass my river in safety. You know my rules young one, only those with proper payment may pass the river of pain.”

                Danny grimaced, at this rate he would never get his classmates home. Sam come forward and said “what about a trial? The hero’s of the myths were given trails to pass if they needed to ask for a favor. Can we do one of those?”

“A trail? Well I haven’t given one of those if a long time, such fun they were! Very well! I will give a trial and if one of you pass it I will carry you all across, no charge!”

Danny smiled about to say ‘deal’ when Dash pushed to the front of the group “Deal!” he yelled “I can pass any trial easily, I am the football star after all” Danny wanted to face palm to bad, but he couldn’t because the next second Cheron stepped forward in his boat and said “good, then the challenge will be, since I am the guardian of the river of pain, you must be able to stand pain. For the trail you must stand in the river Acheron a second for every person you want to cross.”

                Dash turned around and started counting heads. Danny could just see this going wrong, and his thoughts were confirmed when Dash started smiling. “Can I choose which ones can cross?” his voice raising in question as he stepped closer to Cheron only to quickly retreat when he saw how close he came to the ghostly skeleton.

“Of course” said Cheron

“Then I choose Kwan, Star, Paulina, Danny and myself. So 5 seconds should be easy.” Danny should not have been surprised that Dash chose him. First Danny knew the way out, second Danny was his favorite pushing bag so if he did this Dash thought he could bully Danny all the way back.

“Hey! What about us?” Annie said.

“Now, now” Cheron said “Lets just see if he can stand the waters of pain for 5 seconds”

Dash glided forward confidently he had barely stepped his toe in when he started screaming in pain and jerked back to the class. “5 seconds!” he yelled. It felt like forever to him.

Cheron chuckled darkly “No, dear boy that was not even one second. And you have to be completely immersed. Now would you like to try again? Or does someone else want to give it a try?” The look on Dash’s face was of agony no one stepped forward to take his place.

“I will, for everyone.” Danny said.

“young one, you know that will be 15 seconds in the river of pain, I add a second for every failure. You sure you want to take the trail?” Cheron was even doubtful that anyone could stand the river for that long.

“yes.” 

DP Part 2

Danny groaned, he had a distinct feeling he wasn’t going like opening his eyes. When he finally did he was right, well mostly… His eyes showed that he was in the ghost zone with most of the people in his class passed out in a pile on top of him. Sam was closest and her eyes were shut in what looked like peaceful sleep, she was beautiful, and the reason he didn’t completely dislike opening his eyes. Luckily Sam and Tucker woke up shortly after, used to being knocked out, they completely shook off the black spots in their vision and helped pull Danny from under his class mates.

When he was free he looked around for any landmarks that might point to how they would get home. To their right was the Carnivorous canon, its oddly tube-like mouth hung open waiting for some unsuspecting thing (or whatever it usually ate) to take the short cut through its gigantic maw. In front of them was one of the rivers that flow through the ghost zone. Aside from that it was just green space and purple doors as far as they could see.

“uh, dude… maybe you should go ghost or something, so we can get outta here?” Tuck said drawing from Danny’s study of their location. Tuck never liked the Canon after it had almost eaten them after the first trip through the ghost zone with the infi-map.

“oh yeah, right” Danny said before he concentrated on his cold core bringing the cold ring forth that would change him into his ghostly alter ego, the rings spread up and down his body and when they were done they winked out of existence. Danny stared at his hands in surprise, both Sam and Tucker were gaping like fish, he…hadn’t….changed? Danny concentrated again and again the rings of light appeared but he was still human after the rings passed over his body.

Danny could feel panic set in when he realized he couldn’t go ghost. He reached deep inside himself and tried to power and eco-blast…nothing, he could feel the energy racing underneath his skin but no matter how much he tried he couldn’t make the eco-energy come to his human form. He tried invisibility this time he sighed a breath of relief, he couldn’t go completely invisible, just kind of see through or unnoticeable. Next was intangibility, nothing. He tried Ice and sighed when he made a big snowball out of nothing. Thank Clockwork he still had his Ice powers. He didn’t even want to try flight.

Danny was about to try another power when a groan sounded behind him, realizing that the class was waking up, he, Sam and Tuck went to check if they were alright. Everyone had bruises from the fall but at least they were all in one piece, though some took it better than others.

“MY NAIL!” Paulina said, she was one of the ones who took it less well, she sat in the middle of their tiny island bemoaning the loss of her perfect manicure while Danny and Tucker tried to hold back Sam from attacking the shallow witch.

Danny looked at the group, they had Dash, Paulina, Star, Kwan, Mikey, Lester, Nathan, Veronica, Megan, Kailey, and Annie all of whom were scared and looking around the zone like they expected it dump the worst ghosts on them any second, and now that Danny thought about it, it probably will. Danny looked around again, ignoring the murmurs of his classmates who were slowly working themselves up into panic, in front of them was the river Acheron, the river of pain if they could cross it then they could follow Johnny 13^th path and get to the Fenton ghost portal. The only problem was that he didn’t bring enough money to get his class across.

Cheron, the only ghost who could ferry them across only accepted golden sheckles and the last time he had gone to his (now) lair to stock up he forgot his own wallet at most he could ask Cheron to ferry 3 people. Sam hadn’t made him stock up because usually 3 or 4 were all that were needed. Danny sighed.

“I guess we will have to work something out” he muttered as he walked toward the floating river of pain.

“Hey! Why do you get to lead the way fen-turd” Dash yelled rallying the A-class behind him. Danny could hear mutterings of “yeah, Danny’s tinny” “he wouldn’t be able to think here, he runs from all ghosts.” “yeah! Even the box ghost! And no one is afraid of him” “except Dann-“

Danny decided to shut them up there. “Really Dash? I thought we covered this when Young blood stole our parents”

“You ran away fen toenail!”

“I was pushed off a plank 50 ft into the air, how was I supposed to get back Dash? Fly?” Danny smirked as Sam and Tuck tried to keep their giggles under control.

“Besides Dash, I have been here before, I know where I am going, so either follow me or get left behind in the ghost zone. Home of ALL ghosts” and with that Danny turned and walked toward the river.

Fanfiction DP part 1

                                                                   Hes so cold part 1

Got a secret

Can you keep it?

Swear this one you’ll save

Better lock it

In your pocket

Taking this one to the grave

If I show you then I know

You won’t tell what I’ve said

Cause two can keep a secret

If one of them is dead.

It was a blissfully normal day for Danny, ghost attack here, bullies there, same old, same old. The blazing sun shone down on the sidewalk as the inhabitants of Amity Park tried to find the nearest shade or coolest spot. The only exception was Danny and his two best friends, Sam and Tucker, who seemed to not be affected by the heat at all.

Sam, the resident goth-girl wore a black tank top with a purple circle printed in the middle of her chest. Her raven black hair, tied neatly in a half- ponytail at the crown of her head. Sam’s long legs were covered with purple tights that disappeared under a black mini skirt with a neon green plaid design, and her feet with protected by black combat boots with metal reinforcing the tips.

Tucker couldn’t be more different, he was an African-American boy who wore and interesting blend of the colors red, olive-green and yellow. On his head hiding his hair was a red beret, his shirt was a long-sleeved yellow turtle neck, and his pants were dark olive green cargo pants. His “look” was completed by the palm sized PDA that the boy was never seen without.

The boy who walked between the two was the most “plain” of the trio. He wore a simple white short-sleeved shirt with a red circle in the middle of his chest, he wore plain blue jeans and at a glance nothing was too special about the boy with black hair and blue eyes.

The trio continued walking down the street as they continued their conversation.

“Dude, it’s awesome that you got another new power! What is it?” The African-American boy, Tucker, said.

“No, I didn’t get it yet. But clockwork said to be on the lookout for new powers with my ice core” said Danny “and its not like they will be too different from the powers I have now anyway”

“I don’t know Danny, every time you get a new power, you lose control of the ones you already have. I think we should start training every day after school so you don’t lose your skill when these new powers come.” Sam, the only girl said worriedly.

“but it’s the day before school lets out for summer! Cant I have at least one day off?”

“yeah Sam, I say we go to the nasty burger for some burgers. You with me Danny?”

“heck yeah, I am!”

“guys!” Sam yelled exasperated “we don’t know when the next ghost attack could be, should we be ready for when something happens?”

“Oh come on Sam, its only one day! What’s the worst that can happen? Besides I can beat any ghost that comes through the portal, I’ve only done it about a million times.”

                Sighing Sam knew when she was defeated, it was two against one, and really, what harm can one day do? With that thought she joined the boys as they walked to the local hot-spot for students, leaning slightly closer to the cool air radiating off Danny in pleasant waves. If Danny noticed he didn’t say anything about it, but then again, Tucker was probably doing the same on the other side of the cool ghostly boy.

                When they finally arrived at the Nasty burger they found that it was completely pack to the brim, almost everyone they knew were in the air-conditioned fast-food restaurant. It was almost like school, the jocks all sat in one booth, the one that was closest to the air vents and then there was the preps and the band nerds and all sorts of other cliques and the furthest away was the geeks that took up almost all the space and heated up the restaurant more than what the A/C could cool down.

                The trio just stared at the sight of their classmates who looked like they were melting into the seats as they sipped their mostly melted cups of Ice cream.

“ITS HOT! This can't be good for my complexion, my pores will get clogged with all this sweat! I need to be closer to the vent!” a young Hispanic women said as she was scooting as close as she could to the part of the wall that held the pleasant air.

“no way Paulina! We have more meat on us so we need the air more!” a bulky blond responded as he also scooted closer to the outward blowing air. To the trio who were watching it looked like two sluggish animals fighting over a prime piece of meat. The rest of the students who couldn’t feel the air were like blobs of jelly that had no will to move.

“uh, we should order and get out of here before they notice us” said Danny as he nervously watched tempers rise between the two most popular kids in his school. Sam and Tucker nodded their heads as they headed for the counter.

                If the students were blobs the image of those behind the counter was a giant puddle of poor workers that had to work in this heat. One of the servers managed to get his act together and hobbled over to the three customer in front of him.

“Welcome to nasty burger, what would you like?” the tall boy with orange hair and beard stubble asked as professionally as he could with this heat.

“I would like 3 nasty double nasty burgers! With 2 servings of fries and a small soda!” Tucker said already salivating at the thought of the juicy burgers.

Danny and Sam just ordered a shake and waited patiently for Tuckers order to be ready.

“Dave! The secret nasty sauce is getting too hot, we need to cool it down!” one of the workers said to the orange haired boy, probably the manager.

“What?!? If those 42 secret ingredients get too hot then it will explode!” Dave said as he started to head back to the huge metal vat that held the secret nasty sauce. “Assistant manager Rachel! The vat is getting to hot! Re-route the A/C power to the vat so it can cool down”

A younger blond girl, Rachel, ran to the panel on the wall and flipped a switch, she then watched in tense silence when the air that was blowing furiously at the Casper High students slowly stopped and heat immediately took its place.

It was amazing how much hotter it seemed when the little air flow stopped. There was quiet for 3 seconds before… “AAAAAHHHHH, now my hair is going to frizz!” Paulina’s scream could be heard for about a block in any direction before chaos reigned, and tempers flew to their peaks.

“great….” Danny said sarcastically. As if on cue Dash Baxter turned around looking for the source that took away the blessed air, his eyes stopping and narrowing at the blue eyes boy.

“FENTON!!!!!” he screamed as he charged at Danny. Being the quarterback meant that he was fast, he closed the distance between the two before Danny could even think to run away. Dash wasted no time lifting Danny in the air and pushing him into the wall behind the boy. He was about to perform the wailing of a life time, Danny's life time, on the nerd when he felt something odd.

An ice-cold hand was gripped around Dash’s wrist, keeping the other boy from being strangled by his own t-shirt. Dash blinked stupidly before it registered that Danny was freezing! It felt soooooo nice to have those ice-cold fingers on his skin. He was about to do….. something….. Dash didn’t really know what when his shin was suddenly in pain, Fenturd’s girl-friend had kicked him with her stupidly strong combat boots.

Swearing and buckling Dash dropped Danny to nurse his now bruised shin, he sent a murderous glance to her before he remembered the cool feeling of Danny. Dash didn’t know how or why Danny was so cold but he didn’t care. He stood up and dragged Danny by the wrist, back to his seat with the popular kids.

“UGH! Why did you bring a freak here?” Paulina asked somehow making the grunt sound dainty.

Dash was about to share his discovery when he realized that if he did, there would probably be a fight and he wouldn’t be able to cool off if Danny ran off before Dash could beat everyone away.

“its too hot to fight, I’m making him be my arm rest till I feel good enough to wail on him” Dash said.

Poor Danny was struggling in Dash’s grip but it was no use, the only way to get away would be to use his ghostly strength, but that would bring up a lot of questions he couldn’t answer without revealing his other identity.

His anxiety was shared by his friends who watched as Danny seemed to shrink in himself as Dash just leaned on him more. This lasted a good 5 minutes before Sam decided enough was enough. She got up and was about to stomp her way to Danny when she saw a blue wisp of smoke exit his mouth.

A sinister laugh sounded before a green vortex pulled all the students through a portal, the last thing Sam, Tucker, and the rest of the students felt before passing out was extreme cold. Danny on the other hand felt an electric shock course through him, knocking him out before he even reached the portal.

The Sinister laugh echoed through the empty restaurant a new ghost appeared, he had a long fur cloak that covered his body. But when he moved it shifted to show a well-toned body with scars marring his flesh. His hair was a fiery red, rare, for a ghost and his blind white eyes showed flickers of pitch black. His left leg was mostly metal and he left arm was almost completely useless, hanging limply against his side.

Still the figure radiated power, he laughed again as he closed to portal behind the ghost boy.

“Lets see you keep your secret when you can’t even keep yourself safe. The only secrets that are safe are the ones taken to the grave, and even then, you cant be too careful” the Ghost chuckled again before he disappeared in a puff of green smoke.

            The silent restaurant stood against the beating sun as the sauces in the metal vat slowly began to rise again in temperature. Ping! Ping! The needle moved to the yellow section of its heat meter. 

Amazonian story

The house guest of an Amazon woman

Winds shook the windows as the biting wind raced through the streets of Richland, the December winds had finally caught up with us and now it was a fight to even stay warm. The electricity had been going out around town and it was only a matter of time before it hit my neighborhood. Right when I thought that the lights shut off. Even the lamp light on the street had shut down, it was without a doubt the coldest night Richland had ever gone through. I looked around my house to check for any flashlights, cursing myself when I didn’t find any. My house creaked as another gust of biting wind hit it. The worn blue wall bending to its will before regaining its shape. I saw a flicker of movement outside my window, soon more flickers were seen. Shadows.

            I walked to my bedroom to get my knife that I always had and a blanket to wrap around my shoulders. Slowly I opened the door, right as another gust of wind hit. Pulling my blanket tighter around me, I looked outside, fingers gripping my knife harder. Richland doesn’t have a lot of crime but I never underestimate the places I go to. In Maryland I thought it was safe and had foolishly walked outside my door when there was a serial sniper on the loose. I have the worst luck, so of course, who found me unarmed? I learned my lesson the hard way then, I now have a large scar on my neck, where he managed to get close enough to slash me to remind me of it every day.

            My sight returned after the wind had lessened, eyes watering from the cold, I looked around for the shadows I saw. I didn’t have to look far, a small group of people were sitting on my porch shivering in a circle, with barely any clothes on them. They looked terrified. But I guess when you are freezing your butt off outside with a small group of people on someone’s front porch, you do not expect an Amazonian women to open the door holding a knife and a blanket. I am 6’ 8” an sometimes I forget how intimidating I can be. My red hair was whipped around as another gust of wind tried to batter my house to the ground. My blanket was doing no good and my house was going to get cold if the door stayed open. So I closed the door and stared down at the strangers. A man, a woman and 2 children sat staring at me like I was death’s messenger here to say: “hello, now die for the sin of sitting on my front porch”.

            Being paranoid has its advantages, one such being I am still alive. Another convenient thing is that when you are paranoid you beef up so you can handle whatever threat my come your way. I looked down at them and saw no threat, but still I wasn’t going to offer my house to them. Even the smallest of things can pack a big punch. As I found when I was in Arizona and had to fight the Catoblpas, nasty little pig, the wings didn’t help either. Silence was apparently too much for the freezing little family, and one little boy piped up. “Miss, its cold. Can we come inside?”

            I still hadn’t decided if they were a threat of not, I had just settled in, so the chance of the Olympians finding me so soon was nil. Four pairs of eyes looked into my tea- green ones. I stood for a while before finally deciding to let them it. Amazonian Island was never this cold in the winter. I prayed to Artimis that I was making the right choice. I led them inside my shabby home, shabby in the way it was old not that I kept it shabby. The oldest male thanked me and I had to fight a snarl. Even after a thousand years my habits never broke. I still hated men.

            Sighing I followed after the woman, she looked to be the worst off. Her fingers had a blue tint to them and she was still shivering even after I put the blanket over her. I walked down the hallway knowing that the brown carpet, probably yellow at some point, would mask my steps. In the kitchen it was a little harder to find what I was looking for, the cold tile did nothing for my feet, not like the warm hearth back home. Sighing I saved the reminiscing for later as I continued searching. Finally proving successful when I emerged from the cupboard with a pack of matches and a candle.

            I lit the wick and walked back to the living room where I found the small family huddled again under the blanket. As I came closer they edged away from the light, like they might be burned if it came nearer. This time, in the light I saw lines tracing up their bodies, like the wood of a tree, their hair was brown and had many twigs tangled in them and their green eyes were a little more intense than mine. Wood nymphs. The gods must love playing with me.

My sisters and I would have rejoiced to shelter nymphs some time ago. They were like ourselves independent, and strong. They were always welcome in our tribe, as long as they didn’t provide any mischief. Maybe that’s why the Gods knew to send them when we were punished. My sisters and I didn’t expect a thing. They stole our orb, the orb that drew from the land and made it so we did not age. We did not need men if we did not die. I must of let some of my aura majik’ loose, remembering my poor sisters did that. They were now stuck on a forbidden Island where they suffer aging but do not die for our punishment.

My punishment. The wood nymphs coward and edged farther away from the flames, as I was tempted to let it burn them right there. No more nymph meant no early warning for the Gods to find me again. I looked at the family and cursed at myself, they probably didnt even know what misery their ancestors caused me and my sisters.

I glared at them, using the old tongue I told them “I am sheeika, from the Amazonian tribe of knife. Why did I find you on my land?” I let some of my aura majik’ leak into my voice so they knew I meant business. They coward away from me more until the little boy spoke to me again. This time in old tongue “we are the Kapok, from the Cotton tree clan. We mean no harm, winter winds f-forced us to land at your lands” his tongue was not used to making these sounds, no one spoke the old language anymore, but it was in their roots, you could say. “why doest thou speak for ye elders?” I asked the boy looked uncomfortable and opened his mouth to reply when a hand reached up and grabbed his tattered excuse of a shirt.

“Leone?” the boys name I presume “can we stay?” I looked to the speaker, a human child. A boy not much older than 4 years. Both his and Leone’s eyes pierced me, silently begging to stay. “fine, you may stay. But there will be questions tomorrow” I promptly turned and left to my bedroom, setting up traps with my aura majik’. Being this careful is why I am alive. Soon my head hit the pillow and I fell into a light sleep.

When morning came, I walked out to find no one in my living room, I gripped that handle on my knife tighter and searched, I only found two of them, the little human boy and Leone with a note written in the old tongue that said.

“They are yours now, take care of them.”    

That is how I got stuck with two people who will never leave. 

Razsith the dragon

Razsith

He lifted his wings and pushed them down to the ground, brittle bones lifting easily, and tough, reptilian skin protecting him from the harsh elements. His horned head high as he flew. For a dragon, he was small, with skin that stood out and made it hard to hunt. He was a rare orange color with black undertones on his belly, underneath his wings and up his long neck.

Dragon hatchlings were smart and didn’t necessarily need their parents unless they were attacked by other dragons. If they didn’t hatch in time for the migration to the northern volcanos, they were abandoned to fend for themselves. Those that were abandoned either starved or attacked and fed on each other.

The fledgling was named Raz even before he was hatched. In their language it meant orange scales. He would only gain his second name and be recognized as an adult name after he made his first. Only the greatest and noblest of dragons had a third name.

Raz was the last to hatch from his egg. Sniffing the air, he found the stale scent of his parents who had already left for the migration. Thus leaving him with--he sniffed the air again--his four brothers and one sister who all had hatched earlier. Breaking from his shell exhausted him and left him physically drained. The light shone brightly in his eyes, blinding him. He tried to mewl for food or comfort, but no sound escaped his throat. It was luck that his brothers hadn’t seen him. They were too busy fighting each other to see who would be the one to eat and live on.

The tallest of the dragon chicks was blue fading quietly into a black that was darker then night. His almond shaped head had no horns, but he used it to bash at a slightly smaller brown chick, the only female in the small group. She was smart though, and she quickly evaded the blue one’s attack and jumped out the cave entrance. She only had a 50% chance that he wouldn’t pursue her. Her luck held out as she flew, because the blue one turned to a white chick and promptly killed it with one bash to its fragile head.

Raz could finally feel the strength coming back to him from getting out of the egg. He slowly stood on wobbly claws, but he dared not walk for fear that his brother would attack him next. He could hear the crunch that came from his brother’s first kill. The first thing a dragon eats is his diet for his entire life, and his brother was sure to be hungry for more baby dragon. Tomanth would now be his name. It meant “blue basher” since Tomanth used his head to bash his opponents.

Sparks leaped at Tomanth as another of his brother’s tried to get something to eat, this time he was dark gray and he blended with the cave. The gray one named Vez had a flat head rough around the edges and he would be an ideal hunter on the mountains. As the two brothers fought Raz, edged to the side.

Each dragon had its own special power like fire, brute strength, camouflage, or poison. Raz was bitten by a dark green dragon that had snuck up behind him, poison slowly flowing through his veins. It felt like acid pulsing through his body. Suddenly, it stopped, but before he could comprehend why, all his brothers were attacking him. Claws slashed and teeth met skin, as Raz fought for his life. When suddenly a spark went off in his head, or from his horns as he had shocked Tomanth with a bolt of lightning.

His brothers slowly circled him and Raz used his powers to keep them at bay. They were getting closer to him, and Raz was slowly being backed into a wall. He knew if he didn’t act fast then he would be their dinner. Raz took a huge gulp of air and readied himself to roar, the roar of a dragon meant two things: that he meant business and he was going to kill. Expelling the air from his lungs he tried to roar, all that came out was a puff of hot air. Raz was mute.

With the horrible realization that he couldn’t communicate, he readied himself to run. Dragons who can’t roar were weak and they were hunted down because they were just not right; it was taboo. See Raz’s attempt to escape, his brothers descended on him again. Desperate, he used his static bolt and shot at his brothers for any means of escape. He hit the green one, Sku, and ran through the opening. He heard his brothers’ cheer and then the crunch of bones as Raz realized that he had just made his first kill. He was now Razsith, Orange Shock.

Unfortunately Razsith wasn’t watching out and he hit the broad side of a bolder forcing his wings to be set in an uncomfortable angle. He fell to the ground and landed in a thorny bush. His scales kept the thorns from penetrating, but they didn’t soften the impact he had with the ground. Air wheezed out of his lungs as he landed, and Razsith was paralyzed with pain.

He slowly closed his eyes accepting his fate of death. A downed dragon, always died. He finally got air back in his lungs, when a shadow passed over- head. A large dragon was landing in the cave he had just fled from. Shrill roars pierced the air as the two remaining chick tried to fend off the larger dragon. Tomanth jumped from the cave leaving the gray one to fend for itself as it flew off in the distance. The shrieks continued before they were suddenly cut-off. The large dragon was a grain-ish yellow color, Baz dragged the carcass of the gray chick out and flew with his prize.

 Until he spotted the Razsith in the bushes, his orange color making it hard to hide. The yellow dragon swooped into a dive and landed in front of the bush line. “Come out, I am not yet fully fed!” Baz growled out. His voice grating like a rock against Razsith’s ear drums. “I challenge you, chick! Come out!”  

Razsith stood looking for any way out, the older dragon would defiantly kill him in a fight. Sparks leaped from his body as he nervously moved deeper into the thorny brush. Dark leaves covered him, and he moved deeper and deeper. Baz was growling loudly, his prey choosing to flee instead of fight.

Dragons were noble powerful creatures they never ran, this chick was a disgrace to all dragons. He would pay, the orange chick, Raz would pay dearly. Baz grabbed his kill and flew to the northern volcanoes. He had to tell the leaders. Razsith would soon be hunted by every dragon in the horde.  

Dinner Texts with Friends pt1

Subject: Should I use my old can opener (which I call the Evil Can Opener of Doom) that has already cut my thumb open in order to cook something or just eat chips?

Me: Should I face the evil can opener of doom to make some dinner or just go for chips?

T: What decides the dinner will be what lies within the can...... is it more worthy than chips? does it cry out to your stomach like wailing dragons?

Yes it does, but the ECOD has already drawn blood

do you have a helmet?

I do not

hmmm... well you might need to decide whether your life is worth the food in the accursed steel vessel.
or eat chips the food of cowards (not that anyone will think less of you)

I must be brave then, I do no want to be a coward.

well you still need to choose your battles wisely though. 
Chips today may yet give you victory over the can opener you might even bring the helmet next time

it may but it will not satisfy me, and the imps need me need the sustenance before they become orges

Than steele thyself and prepared to face death valiant lady. Keep a cool head through! we wouldnt want you to die because of a slip-up a well-earned death is best

What makes you so sure I will die from the ECOD? I plan to reign victorious over this battle and claim my reward! but I will take your advice good sir. a cool head will serve me better than recklessness

That is all I ask milady

then wish me well for I am off to battle

a lonely battle against a formidable foe. Go young Stephenie Weave Thy Destiny!

an ally has arrived, this battle has not been lost

is he trustworthy?

I would say so, he shows no fear to the enemy and has beaten most of its forces already

but will he yield you the prize?

I assume so. after he has taken his portion of it

so he demands a portion of the spoils. I suppose it is only proper. I think it will cost you a few orges though

no the orges have a deal with him, they will not bother me

I thought the imps were your allies and you wanted them to become orges

no, the imps are free and mischievous creatures that like to annoy but mean no harm, they turn to orges when not fed and try to cause ruin everywhere they go

I see now. thanks for clearing that up for me I'll remember to always keep my imps well fed then.

do so. orges are known to tear kingdoms apart in a fortnight

 one time they got into my castle and knocked down my walls

oh you sorrowful soul, how did you survive?

didnt

so whom am I talking? a friendly ghost? even if this span of 31 days brings them from the grave I find that hard to trust.

it was a board game

I was in character :p

Sorry I must be an orge....
'cause I broke the 4th wall!!! ooooooooooohhhh!

and that is where I will leave it for today thanks for reading