“He's a
self-made man.”
Dr.
Frankenstein* #quote
They say that
snow falls, but I always though Fall came first. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Pavlov's
Dragon
“You want the
stick? Do you want the stick?” A short man said to a large dragon.
The balding man's remaining black hair matched the beasts scales in
color.
The dragon
snorted some smoke and angrily said, “No, I don't want the stick.”
“Yes you do!”
The man smiled. “Little Scorch wants his stick! He wants to
practice catching enemies of the Kingdom.” The dragon tamer
prepared to throw the stick over a nearby cliff for the dragon to
dive off and snag it.
Scorch dug his
claws into the ground. “Master Jacob, I'm not a kid anymore. I
don't want a stick! I want advanced training and real combat.”
“Go get it!”
Jacob threw the stick off the cliff. Scorch flew off the cliff like
he'd done ever since his first few years of age and grabbed the
branch between his jaws. In a few seconds he stood in front of his
master again and dropped the stick in front of him.
The dragon
huffed a large ball of smoke with a glare. “I hate you.”
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