Wednesday, May 6, 2015

A Dragon Story

Students were shown a picture of a very tiny dragon and asked to create a story around said image...


Drag

I breathlessly stumbled up the wizard's tower, tripping ever now and then.  If this map that I found fiver years ago would help me, then I was all in.  Finally, I reached the top of the never ending tower, and smacked my hand on the wall before knocking.  I knocked - and knocked - and knocked.  NO answer.  I slowly creaked open the door, observing the little cottage.  Little bottles of glowing slime lit up the cottage with an eerie glow.  I quickly scanned the small house for what I was looking for: A healing spell.  Suddenly, the door smacked open.  Another man stepped in.  A blue robed figure set his equipment aside, and carefully unraveled his identity.  "Frederick!" he bellowed, voice echoing trough the cabin.  "Thank goodness I found you!  I need to give you something, sit down."  I sat down on the rickety chair and waited.


A moment later, the wizard emerged with something in his hand.  It was a pocket sized, living, breathing thing.  "Dang it", I thought, "not a heal spell."  But he uncovered something else.  Something better.

I gasped at the tiny dragon placed in the wizard's wrinkly hands.  "Take this." He said.  I gleefully took the dragon into my palm.  Every now and then he blew a puff of smoke in his sleep.  "Now hurry home before the storm gets up again, because if he does, he will grow humongous and destroy cities.  Understand?"  Gleefully, I placed the small creature into my pocket carefully protecting him from the rain. 

I hurried home to my orphanage.  Well, kind of an orphanage.  My "house" was an abandoned shed, and I lived with 5 other people.  This kid/adult/teenager was really mean to me and I despised him.  As I approached my "house", I heard rustling inside.  When I opened the door, Stephan, the leader (the guy I hate) was searching for something.  "What's up?" I asked.  Stephan looked at me as if I were crazy.  "Oh great, the freak is home."  The younger kids scurried over to greet me. 

Picture: thedragonsliveon.webs.com
Artist: Janolie Hoek 
"Oh you really are the pits", I said. 
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."  I sat down in the rickety chair in the living room, exhausted from all of the adventure.  "Got any food," Stephan questioned.  I reached into my pocket and felt the tiny dragon scales.  I suddenly realized that I should NEVER, under any circumstance, show them my dragon.
"You idiot!" He suddenly screamed.  The younger kids bolted from the scene.  Stephan pulled out a sharp knife.  "what is with you?"  I choked.  I felt a hot trickle of blood down my neck.  Instantly John, a younger boy, chucked a baseball at Stephan's side. "Run!" He shrieked.  Stephan cursed and tried to grab by legs, but I was faster.  I screeched out of the shed, holding my pocket safely...

End Chapter One

                                                                                                                              By N.Z.