The Legend of Dragon LakeThe Legend of Dragon LakeOnce upon a time, not far from here there was a village. This village was like any other, it had its good folk and its bad folk, though far more of the good. But what made this village special was it's friendship with the creatures that lived in the big cave just to the north. You see, the cave and the lake at its entrance were inhabited by dragons.Wise, friendly, and very, very old, these dragons had a long standing treaty with the people of the village and that treaty was as much based on trust and respect as it was on need. While the dragons were possessors of magic and were very strong indeed they counted on the villagers to keep their lair secret and safe from the outside world. They knew that if others found out of their existence that they would become a hunted species. The humans also provided material things, which the dragons could not make for themselves, toys for their children too young yet to fly, and herd beasts for them to eat during the winte
Missing HomeworkMy house is full of magicI see it everydayIt's not my 'maginationNo matter what they sayThere are goblins in the closetsThere are faeries on the stairThere are monsters in the basementCan you hear them over there?My room is full of dragonsMy room is full of trollsMy room is full of unicornsWho eat the dinner rollsMy teacher says I'm sillyShe's says that it's not trueBut when wizards eat your homeworkWhat's a boy to do?
My Life With Josh Part OneSo I've always been an ordinary kind of girl. Average or, thereabouts. At twenty-one I haven't acquired any unusual anecdotes about myself, and my neurosis are no more or less complicated and strange than anyone else my age. Tall with large hands and big feet and not particularly striking, that's me. I've got my chubby parts but I have come to terms with them. I don't believe that I'm unattractive; I just know I'm not going to win any pageants any time soon. Not that I would want too. There's only so much phony smiling that I can do before my face falls off.College is a struggle for me, not because I'm stupid, though air-headed I really am intelligent I swear, no I'm just a procrastinator. A big, indecisive procrastinator. My two years at the local junior college may just take me until I'm ninety. I'm in that rather cliché "trying to find myself" stage. I wish it were over. I don't mind being "normal" but I hate being cliché! I need to find me already damnit! Moving on.It was the mid