“Keep it
real.”
Pablo
Picasso* #quote
Whenever the
owls start talking I just yell “Me” back and they fly away.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
My Good Day
Until A Bad Knight
“You know,”
I growled, “My day was going just peachy until you showed up.” I
whipped my thorny tail about. I held a knight in my claws. “I was
just gobbling up some goblins just minding my own business until you
showed up shouting your usual human garbage about honor and having to
murder for it.” I pulled the knight up to my face and breathed some
smoke in his face. “Oh, I have to slay a dragon to become a real
knight! That's what you think isn't it? You just have to raid my
castle and try to jab that sword of yours into me.” I shook the
knight. “You just poke me thinkin' 'oh I bet if I stab him enough
I'll kill him and I'll be real knight because I killed a dragon and
all the chicks will totally dig me! Is that what you think?”
“Uh...” the
knight I held looked at me awkwardly.
“Well no!
That's not going to happen! At least once a week you idiot humans
bother me. Even at the crack of dawn you jump through my window
swords drawn screaming! Then I kill you and that seems to create a
bizarre fascination that makes me even more important to kill. After
all, no one returns, I am the unkillable beast Yjorilix, the
strongest dragon! You're worse than the cockroaches!” I then
furiously stomped my foot. “Well I'm not playing your game
anymore!” I then set the knight on the ground and pointed out the
castle gate. “Go home!”
“What?” The
knight looked at me bewildered.
“I'm not
going to kill you. No more epic honor-duels. I'm not going to fight
you humans. You're going to home and tell all them that, or so help
me I'm going grab you and carry you back to your city!”
The knight kept
standing there.
“Go! Get!
Scoot! Scram!” I yelled.
The knight
hurried out my door. Maybe I should put I sign outside the castle.
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