"They told me there was nothing
out there, nothing to fear. But the night my parents were murdered I
caught a glimpse of something. I've looked for it ever since. I went
around the world, searched in all the shadows. And there is something
out there in the darkness, something terrifying, something that will
not stop until it gets revenge... Me. "
The Lone
Ranger*
Today Grandma
came over and we had Spagetti. Being mother's home made Spagetti it
was delicious. Mmmmm...Spagetti. Though as I go deeper into the
Atkins diet we're going to have to make our own custom noodles for
us/ do this thing called Spagetti Squash. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Of Dragons
And Profit
“You
monster!” The dragon roared.
I smiled. “Aw,
shucks you flatter me.”
“Why are you
doing this?” He cried. I didn't know they could. Tears ran down his
scales. All the way down from those glossy eyes, along that long
neck, and onto the ground the below. His red scales glowed when tears
passed them by. His wings twitched. I assumed it was from the pain of
all the holes I put in them. I think he hesitated to attack so I
would begin firing off my shotgun again. He knew I was a quicker shot
then him gurgling up his fire breath.
“It's all for
the money you stupid reptile.” I laughed. “Don't you know how
much your scales are worth? I could make ten thousand just from what
I scrapped from your neighbors.” I wondered how stupid this animal
was.
“I know
that...but can't you make money other ways. I've seen you humans.
I've seen the buisness men that sell the couches, books, tables, and
even those toys that hook up to those televisions and make the moving
men. I've seen the people making a kind living working honest labor.
I've even seen little girls of your species selling cookies for a
profit while you...risk your life killing my kind. How does that make
sense while someone can kill no one and make so much more than you
and harm no one? Your own scientists have proven we have brains with
the exact same structure yet you do not hesitate? Though even
ignoring the moral angle what of the risk/reward. Is the risk of
prison and death while fighting my people worth the meager profit of
the scales against what the executives make while they just sell toys
to children?”
“I'm just a
farmer!” I yelled at the dragon.
Now the dragon
laughed at me.
“What's so
funny you miserable beast? Want a face full of lead?” I glared at
him.
“I raise my
children, send them to school, we have governments and countries, and
I am even having a conversation with you. And you are comparing me to
a cow?”
“Shut up you
stupid animal. It's about time I kill you and harvest your scales!”
Just then I felt an intense pain in back as I began to burn up in
flame. I dropped my shotgun. I turned around to see another dragon
similar to the other. I rolled on the ground and managed to put
myself out at the dragon's feet but I could hardly move. Unlike the
other dragon, this dragon spoke with an angry roar.
“Here's
something to think about human. Are cows smart enough to plan
something like this? A burnt back is what you get for killing our
neighbors and death is what you get for everyone else you have
killed. Now I'm going to put as many holes in your body that you put
in my brothers wings!” The dragon raised his claws and ran them
into me.
Author Comment:
“Of Dragons and Profit” I put "of" at the start of my title,
messing with grammar and making my title cooler! Aren't I edgy? Woot!
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